The Fizzled-Out Stories Thread

[neonlyte]

No, no: waitresses and blackmail sex, that's the natural pairing. Who has not had designs on the waitstaff?

You talking French style waitresses? Short black shirts, tight breast bulging tops. The lace edged white pinny, the stocking tops that show as she bends over to place food on the table, black stockings held on a garter belt with the seam perfectly straight down to the heel of her shiny black patent leather shoes. Nah - not me.

Shreads, thanks for the topping and tailing. Dudley is good, beats Elthbert.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I'd love to learn how to blackmail a waitress. I'd be able to go back to all those restaurants I can no longer afford to frequent.

It's easy. You hang around the bathroom and tell them you know they didn't wash their hands. It's a slam-dunk no-brainer.

The hard part is getting them to take their skates off.

 

[Softouch911]

My stories are always much better before I write them.




Softouch

 

[CharleyH]

Ode to an Unfinished Earth Day Contest Story

I think that I shall never see
A dumber story of a tree.

Unless it has long, thick, sap filled trunks Ahhh, July4 is cumming with explosions

 

[logophile]

I'm really sorry to discourage anyone, but I remember the first Earth Day story I ever read was about a man and a woman fucking in a car in a parking lot. The Earth Day tie-in? They'd just come out of a Ecology Awards Dinner!

I wasn't discouraged. I was validated! I knew my story was weak and when I read your post, it was as if it was all so clear. I was just writing it for the contest. My heart wasn't in it and it showed. I hope I'm not sounding whiney about it. Cause I really am grateful.

 

[Rumple Foreskin]

And I couldn't get the sob's in bed together. All they do is fucking talk. Walk around the grounds and talk. Talk about the weather, about their jobs, about cheese...

That's not fiction. It's the true story of my social life when I was single. And the all-too-real story of my sex life once I wasn't.

Rumple Foreskin

 

[shereads]

I'd love to learn how to blackmail a waitress. I'd be able to go back to all those restaurants I can no longer afford to frequent.

No, for that you have to sleep with the owner. Or so I've heard.

 

[shereads]

Shreads, thanks for the topping and tailing.

You take that back! I haven't done that in months.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

I’m still trying to find a way to write that sci-fi sex comedy about a time when extra terrestrial bushes (No, it’s off-earth, so that would make them extra, extra terrestrial bushes) who take over an earth colony.

Had I been able to get the dumb bitch to tell her story, it would have been a neat turnabout Earth Day entry. Instead of the people fucking with the bushes, the bushes are fucking with the people.