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Tatewaki said:
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Favourite Fairy Tales - Modernized and Eroticized
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Forgive me for resurrecting this diamon...
But, after having recently received my reqested book in the mail, Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales, I have an idea for a faireytale story!
I don't want to give a lot away, yet, but have any of you ever heard of "The Frog Prince"?
But, after having recently received my reqested book in the mail, Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales, I have an idea for a faireytale story!
I don't want to give a lot away, yet, but have any of you ever heard of "The Frog Prince"?
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Re: Forgive me for resurrecting this diamon...
There is no need to be sorry its has lots of potential for some good story lines.
The Frog Prince is a very well known tale, what is your slant on it?
MasterDJs_pet said:But, after having recently received my reqested book in the mail, Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales, I have an idea for a faireytale story!
There is no need to be sorry its has lots of potential for some good story lines.
The Frog Prince is a very well known tale, what is your slant on it?
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Chicklet said:
<this face is quite appropriate, considering!>
You expected me to read every friggin' page here?!?!!?
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Idea
Here's an idea: since this saga is full of metaphores, the golden ball symbolizing the princess' virginity and virtue, how about the frog catching the princess masturbating, and as he startles her, she drops her dildo into the well..?
Tatewaki said:
Here's an idea: since this saga is full of metaphores, the golden ball symbolizing the princess' virginity and virtue, how about the frog catching the princess masturbating, and as he startles her, she drops her dildo into the well..?
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Re: Idea
what happens next?
love the idea
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Svenskaflicka said:
Here's an idea: since this saga is full of metaphores, the golden ball symbolizing the princess' virginity and virtue, how about the frog catching the princess masturbating, and as he startles her, she drops her dildo into the well..?
what happens next?
love the idea
lin
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Froggie
Well, since the frog is actually a prince in disguise, and princes usually get a good upbringing, the frogprince must ofcourse be polite to the princess and offer to help her in her distress...
I've heard of a position called froggie style, but I'm not quite sure how it's done... (kinda like doggie style? remember, I'm a Swede, I'm not familiar with American expressions and terms.)
Then again, maybe the frog jumps into the well to get the dildo, on the condition that the princess lets him sleep in her bed, etc... Or maybe the prince was bi, so he wants her to use the dildo on him... no, wait, not while he's a frog, that's disgusting!!!
Then again, frogs have long tongues that they use to snatch flies... how about the frog snatching the princess' snatch... oh, there's that animal thing again! Hrmph! Well, maybe when he's turned back into a prince, he still has that long tongue?
Well, since the frog is actually a prince in disguise, and princes usually get a good upbringing, the frogprince must ofcourse be polite to the princess and offer to help her in her distress...
I've heard of a position called froggie style,
but I'm not quite sure how it's done... (kinda like doggie style? remember, I'm a Swede, I'm not familiar with American expressions and terms.)Then again, maybe the frog jumps into the well to get the dildo, on the condition that the princess lets him sleep in her bed, etc... Or maybe the prince was bi, so he wants her to use the dildo on him... no, wait, not while he's a frog, that's disgusting!!!
Then again, frogs have long tongues that they use to snatch flies... how about the frog snatching the princess' snatch... oh, there's that animal thing again! Hrmph!
Well, maybe when he's turned back into a prince, he still has that long tongue? Fairy Tales and Other Story Ideas
I think your fairy tale idea is a great one and I had considered it myself and changed my mind for copywrite puposes. My latest idea I am working on at the moment is similar to what the author Sue Grafton did. She had written/is writing a series of crime books through the alphabet.
A is for Alibi
B is for Burglar
N is for noose
I am working on the same sort of idea
A is for Anal
B is for Bondage
It could get really interesting when I get to later letters, but I think its a feesable Idea.
I think your fairy tale idea is a great one and I had considered it myself and changed my mind for copywrite puposes. My latest idea I am working on at the moment is similar to what the author Sue Grafton did. She had written/is writing a series of crime books through the alphabet.
A is for Alibi
B is for Burglar
N is for noose
I am working on the same sort of idea
A is for Anal
B is for Bondage
It could get really interesting when I get to later letters, but I think its a feesable Idea.
G
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wild ideas and Erotic Fairy Tales
I've written a series dealing with Goldilocks after her encounter with the three bears--somehow, the poor dear has a thing for threes, though, it seems. . .
Appended is the beginning of the first story in the series--if you like it, write me at
hdrinehart@mad.scientist.com
Oh, and by the way--fair warning, I'm a pervert.
The following story fragment implies bestial sex acts that the full story definitely depicts in all their fetishistic glory (Goldilocks is a pervert, too!!!!!)
GOLDILOCKS AND THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
Chapter One
Goldilocks was walking through the dark woods, on the way to her great-Aunt's house with a basket full of goodies for the dear little old lady, when she heard a rustle on the path behind her.
It had been years since she'd seen Great-Aunt Penelope, and she was doing this for her cousin, Little Red Riding-Hood, because her cousin was on her honeymoon with a woodsman she'd met a few
weeks ago.
The rustling came nearer, and Goldilocks thought, "Now what?" She turned abruptly, Red's favorite cloak (which Goldilocks had borrowed without asking) swirling around her slim body.
Goldilocks gasped! There in the path, not three feet behind her, was a large, toothy wolf! He grinned a very toothy grin at her and chuckled, "Well, hello Little Red Riding-Hood. How
surprising to find you walking alone, here in the heart of the dark forest."
Goldilocks pushed the hood of the red cloak back, and her hair shone like spun gold in the gloom. "I'm not Little Red Riding-Hood, Mr. Wolf, I'm her cousin Goldilocks." The girl smiled her most winning smile, the one that had gotten her a
treat from Papa Bear instead of the spanking he had intended to give her for trashing his house.
But the wolf was adamant. "Silly girl," he snickered, reaching out to tweak the collar of her borrowed cloak with a pair of very long, very sharp-looking claws, "everyone knows that Little Red Riding-Hood is never without this cloak. They even say she sleeps in it. She's been telling everyone it was her lucky cloak that brought the woodsman in the nick of time. The woodsman who chopped my brother into fifteen jillion pieces, that is."
Uh-oh, Goldilocks thought, I may be in trouble. She looked at the very large teeth the wolf was displaying and shuddered. "Mr. Wolf, Red has black hair, and I have golden-colored hair.
I'm really, really not her."
The wolf leaned even closer to the young girl, his furry muzzle twisting into an evil leer, and replied, "Well, then, I suppose I'll just have to eat you anyway. On general principles, you know. And I promise it will hurt--a lot."
Uh-oh, Goldilocks thought, I am very definitely in trouble!
The wolf started to open his mouth wide. Goldilocks bashed him square in the nose with her basket as hard as she could, then whirled and started running. She saw him fall to the ground as she dashed off the path, between two huge trees, and heard his howl of pain.
"I told Mom the crust on that pie was too heavy," she grumbled, then saved her breath for running. It was several minutes before she heard the crashing, crackling noises of a large something rushing through the woods behind her, but it sounded like the wolf was gaining rapidly.
Goldilocks was hoping desperately to see a woodsman with an axe, a King's man with a bow or sword, or even a shepherd boy with a sling. She was tiring rapidly, almost out of breath and with the wolf getting ever closer behind her, when she stumbled into a little clearing in the trees.
There in front of her was a cute little house, sturdily (she hoped!) made of bricks and timber. There was a light in one window on the ground floor, and she ran as fast as she could
toward the stout-looking door.
She hit it on the run, shoulder first, and it flew open. She spun around just inside the house and saw that the wolf was hard on her heels, headed straight for the open door. She dropped her basket, grabbed the edge of the heavy door, and slammed it shut--right on the wolf's already-bruised nose!
The heavy portal smashed him backwards, howling in agony! Goldilocks picked up the bar laying against the wall by the door, then dropped it into its brackets. The howling stopped, and the door shuddered to a heavy blow; it shuddered again, and a third time, but the bar held it firmly shut. Goldilocks heard a muttered, "Damn pigs!" from the other side of the door.
Then there was nothing, and with a sigh Goldilocks decided she was safe. She turned around--and froze, her eyes wide!
There in the middle of the room was a pile of colorful magazines, and three not-so-little pigs. And the not-so-little pigs each had an absolutely magnificent hard-on!
Goldilocks gaped, speechless, for a few seconds while the pigs gaped back. Then she giggled, and one of the pigs blushed and crouched slightly, covering his erection with his hooves.
"Ohhh, you don't have to do that," Goldilocks sighed, "it's beautiful." In her mind's eye, she could see Papa Bear's hard, throbbing cock, a drop of juice hanging on the tip before her tongue wiped it away. She'd had so much fun that afternoon, she recalled, as Papa Bear taught her some things that amazed her. His dick had been too big--but she'd enjoyed it just the same.
And now here were three hard cocks, each one as big or bigger than Papa Bear's, and. . .
She looked closer, and gasped again! They were twisted, for all the world like thick, giant corkscrews! She moaned, realizing that she was in for an unparalleled treat, and stepped up to the nearest pig.
Then she saw what the magazines were, and giggled again. All the glossy pages and covers that she could see were covered with naked girls, and naked girls with naked men, and naked girls
with naked girls. . . In short, some of the best pornography she'd ever seen. And the woodsman's two friends had shown Goldilocks some really exciting stuff, after the party on the night of her cousin Red's marriage!
Goldilocks looked back up at the pig in front of her. "Hi, I'm Goldilocks. I'm sorry I interrupted you, but some crazy wolf thought I was my cousin, Little Red Riding-Hood, and was going to eat me up. I just sort of stumbled onto this place while I was running away from him, and, well, here I am."
Then she put the tip of her finger in her mouth, and with her best innocent look asked, "What are you doing?"
The biggest pig chuckled, his twisty cock bobbing up and down in front of him. "Well, when you came in we were considering having a circle jerk, but we didn't have a pivot."
One of the other pigs mumbled, "Naw, we were just jacking off," and the biggest pig growled, "Shaddup!"
He turned back to Goldilocks, who was nearly drooling looking at the three huge cocks in front of her, smiled, and asked, "Would you like to be our pivot? The wolf will hang around for a while, you'll have to stay here at least until morning."
Goldilocks gave him an innocent smile. "What does the pivot do?"
The other pig muttered, "Hot damn!", and the biggest pig laughed delightedly. "Well, the first thing the pivot has to do is get undressed."
"Oh, I can do that," giggled Goldilocks, and dropped the cloak in a puddle of red at her feet. Her blouse and skirt swiftly followed, and in two shakes of a lamb's tail she was standing there naked, in all her glory.
The pigs gawked at the vision before their eyes. What had started out as a normal evening had suddenly become extremely promising! Goldilocks was just slightly taller than the biggest pig, slender and pale-skinned, with long golden hair, glowing blue eyes in a lovely face, breasts that looked large for the frame they graced, and a rapidly moistening, if sparse, blonde muff.
The biggest pig let his eyes travel up her long, slim legs, to the glistening blonde hair (definitely her natural color) that barely covered her swollen cunt. He let out a long, low whistle,
and shook his head in awed surprise.
Goldilocks let them admire her for a few seconds, preening under their approving stares. "Now what do I do?" she finally asked, smiling at them.
I've written a series dealing with Goldilocks after her encounter with the three bears--somehow, the poor dear has a thing for threes, though, it seems. . .
Appended is the beginning of the first story in the series--if you like it, write me at
hdrinehart@mad.scientist.com
Oh, and by the way--fair warning, I'm a pervert.
The following story fragment implies bestial sex acts that the full story definitely depicts in all their fetishistic glory (Goldilocks is a pervert, too!!!!!)
GOLDILOCKS AND THE THREE LITTLE PIGS
Chapter One
Goldilocks was walking through the dark woods, on the way to her great-Aunt's house with a basket full of goodies for the dear little old lady, when she heard a rustle on the path behind her.
It had been years since she'd seen Great-Aunt Penelope, and she was doing this for her cousin, Little Red Riding-Hood, because her cousin was on her honeymoon with a woodsman she'd met a few
weeks ago.
The rustling came nearer, and Goldilocks thought, "Now what?" She turned abruptly, Red's favorite cloak (which Goldilocks had borrowed without asking) swirling around her slim body.
Goldilocks gasped! There in the path, not three feet behind her, was a large, toothy wolf! He grinned a very toothy grin at her and chuckled, "Well, hello Little Red Riding-Hood. How
surprising to find you walking alone, here in the heart of the dark forest."
Goldilocks pushed the hood of the red cloak back, and her hair shone like spun gold in the gloom. "I'm not Little Red Riding-Hood, Mr. Wolf, I'm her cousin Goldilocks." The girl smiled her most winning smile, the one that had gotten her a
treat from Papa Bear instead of the spanking he had intended to give her for trashing his house.
But the wolf was adamant. "Silly girl," he snickered, reaching out to tweak the collar of her borrowed cloak with a pair of very long, very sharp-looking claws, "everyone knows that Little Red Riding-Hood is never without this cloak. They even say she sleeps in it. She's been telling everyone it was her lucky cloak that brought the woodsman in the nick of time. The woodsman who chopped my brother into fifteen jillion pieces, that is."
Uh-oh, Goldilocks thought, I may be in trouble. She looked at the very large teeth the wolf was displaying and shuddered. "Mr. Wolf, Red has black hair, and I have golden-colored hair.
I'm really, really not her."
The wolf leaned even closer to the young girl, his furry muzzle twisting into an evil leer, and replied, "Well, then, I suppose I'll just have to eat you anyway. On general principles, you know. And I promise it will hurt--a lot."
Uh-oh, Goldilocks thought, I am very definitely in trouble!
The wolf started to open his mouth wide. Goldilocks bashed him square in the nose with her basket as hard as she could, then whirled and started running. She saw him fall to the ground as she dashed off the path, between two huge trees, and heard his howl of pain.
"I told Mom the crust on that pie was too heavy," she grumbled, then saved her breath for running. It was several minutes before she heard the crashing, crackling noises of a large something rushing through the woods behind her, but it sounded like the wolf was gaining rapidly.
Goldilocks was hoping desperately to see a woodsman with an axe, a King's man with a bow or sword, or even a shepherd boy with a sling. She was tiring rapidly, almost out of breath and with the wolf getting ever closer behind her, when she stumbled into a little clearing in the trees.
There in front of her was a cute little house, sturdily (she hoped!) made of bricks and timber. There was a light in one window on the ground floor, and she ran as fast as she could
toward the stout-looking door.
She hit it on the run, shoulder first, and it flew open. She spun around just inside the house and saw that the wolf was hard on her heels, headed straight for the open door. She dropped her basket, grabbed the edge of the heavy door, and slammed it shut--right on the wolf's already-bruised nose!
The heavy portal smashed him backwards, howling in agony! Goldilocks picked up the bar laying against the wall by the door, then dropped it into its brackets. The howling stopped, and the door shuddered to a heavy blow; it shuddered again, and a third time, but the bar held it firmly shut. Goldilocks heard a muttered, "Damn pigs!" from the other side of the door.
Then there was nothing, and with a sigh Goldilocks decided she was safe. She turned around--and froze, her eyes wide!
There in the middle of the room was a pile of colorful magazines, and three not-so-little pigs. And the not-so-little pigs each had an absolutely magnificent hard-on!
Goldilocks gaped, speechless, for a few seconds while the pigs gaped back. Then she giggled, and one of the pigs blushed and crouched slightly, covering his erection with his hooves.
"Ohhh, you don't have to do that," Goldilocks sighed, "it's beautiful." In her mind's eye, she could see Papa Bear's hard, throbbing cock, a drop of juice hanging on the tip before her tongue wiped it away. She'd had so much fun that afternoon, she recalled, as Papa Bear taught her some things that amazed her. His dick had been too big--but she'd enjoyed it just the same.
And now here were three hard cocks, each one as big or bigger than Papa Bear's, and. . .
She looked closer, and gasped again! They were twisted, for all the world like thick, giant corkscrews! She moaned, realizing that she was in for an unparalleled treat, and stepped up to the nearest pig.
Then she saw what the magazines were, and giggled again. All the glossy pages and covers that she could see were covered with naked girls, and naked girls with naked men, and naked girls
with naked girls. . . In short, some of the best pornography she'd ever seen. And the woodsman's two friends had shown Goldilocks some really exciting stuff, after the party on the night of her cousin Red's marriage!
Goldilocks looked back up at the pig in front of her. "Hi, I'm Goldilocks. I'm sorry I interrupted you, but some crazy wolf thought I was my cousin, Little Red Riding-Hood, and was going to eat me up. I just sort of stumbled onto this place while I was running away from him, and, well, here I am."
Then she put the tip of her finger in her mouth, and with her best innocent look asked, "What are you doing?"
The biggest pig chuckled, his twisty cock bobbing up and down in front of him. "Well, when you came in we were considering having a circle jerk, but we didn't have a pivot."
One of the other pigs mumbled, "Naw, we were just jacking off," and the biggest pig growled, "Shaddup!"
He turned back to Goldilocks, who was nearly drooling looking at the three huge cocks in front of her, smiled, and asked, "Would you like to be our pivot? The wolf will hang around for a while, you'll have to stay here at least until morning."
Goldilocks gave him an innocent smile. "What does the pivot do?"
The other pig muttered, "Hot damn!", and the biggest pig laughed delightedly. "Well, the first thing the pivot has to do is get undressed."
"Oh, I can do that," giggled Goldilocks, and dropped the cloak in a puddle of red at her feet. Her blouse and skirt swiftly followed, and in two shakes of a lamb's tail she was standing there naked, in all her glory.
The pigs gawked at the vision before their eyes. What had started out as a normal evening had suddenly become extremely promising! Goldilocks was just slightly taller than the biggest pig, slender and pale-skinned, with long golden hair, glowing blue eyes in a lovely face, breasts that looked large for the frame they graced, and a rapidly moistening, if sparse, blonde muff.
The biggest pig let his eyes travel up her long, slim legs, to the glistening blonde hair (definitely her natural color) that barely covered her swollen cunt. He let out a long, low whistle,
and shook his head in awed surprise.
Goldilocks let them admire her for a few seconds, preening under their approving stares. "Now what do I do?" she finally asked, smiling at them.
Svenskaflicka
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deliciously_naughty
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So did cinderella wear glass slippers b/c they're easy to clean? Cum doesn't stain glass
Alice_In_Chains
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I'm still fasinated by Little Red Riding hood. Instead of a wolf a man lures the girl and has his way with her.
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sirhugs said:
Probably goin' down on her LOL.
