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[Curious_in_Cali]

well you can if you want to but i'm pretty sure i mentioned that wasn't very good!


Curious In Cali:


He kills her every night and in the morning she assumes new flesh that molds around her bones like a robe and she stumbles downstairs. He's made breakfast.

He watches her eat and remembers how she looked transfixed by the moon last night lying in a shallow puddle of moonlight looking bled out, the red all out of her looking also up at him. He felt like the Minotaur. He felt like Achilles.

When he took his hands away from her thighs finally he left a crude signature of himself there in the form of ten beauty spots against her whiteness, a constellation of hurt.

They say Achilles knew Hippolyta best in the moment he rammed his spear through her sternum and she bled out in his arms, his amazon, like Shakespeare said in Midsummer his "buskinned mistress and warrior love." He understands this most perfectly when he holds her windpipe closed and her eyes dilate like a door opening and she grabs his wrist and helps him choke her.

She is unsteady on her feet in her new body reborn as she is, a fresh lamb tottering to the teat. Kissing her neck and shoulders, he helps her to walk. Don't Be Condescending she says and he laughs and says Make Me and she tears at him and laughs too.

I your waffles, Lord Steve. I really do.

 

[Lord_Steve]

Dianthus this one is for you

s/he asked me to write about the fortress of solitude.


Lois:
This is Lois Lane reporting from outside the so-called "Fortress of Solitude" where the alien known as "Superman" has been dropping metallic dooks for days on end in a crystal toilet. We know this because the eccentric avenger among other quirks such as wearing his undies on the outside and stepping in front of out-of-control trains on the regular also decided to build a house entirely out of transparent crystal, a real "glass house" you might say haha. Wave to our viewers, Superman! back to you Jimmy.

Jimmy:
"Haha Lois boy whatta scoop! Now as our viewers at home might remember this unique ubermench has been spotted watching television and eating bowls of bullets by the handful, just poppin 'em like candy and crunching the copper casings between his big strong alien teeth! What a wierdo! Which might explain the distinctly leadish texture of the mondo stools he's been dropping recently!

Lois:
That's what my reporterly instincts are telling me, Jimmy. Can I just add that last week when the xtreme extraterrestrial was spotted saving three orphans from a robotic crab monster, he appeared to be packing on the pounds? Our senior fashion correspondent says he'd better cut the carbs and queue up the crunches if he wants to get his beach bod back by bikini season.

Jimmy:
Well at least we know he's getting enough iron in his diet haha!

Lois:
Haha!

 

[satindesire]

He kills her every night and in the morning she assumes new flesh that molds around her bones like a robe and she stumbles downstairs. He's made breakfast.

He watches her eat and remembers how she looked transfixed by the moon last night lying in a shallow puddle of moonlight looking bled out, the red all out of her looking also up at him. He felt like the Minotaur. He felt like Achilles.

When he took his hands away from her thighs finally he left a crude signature of himself there in the form of ten beauty spots against her whiteness, a constellation of hurt.

They say Achilles knew Hippolyta best in the moment he rammed his spear through her sternum and she bled out in his arms, his amazon, like Shakespeare said in Midsummer his "buskinned mistress and warrior love." He understands this most perfectly when he holds her windpipe closed and her eyes dilate like a door opening and she grabs his wrist and helps him choke her.

She is unsteady on her feet in her new body reborn as she is, a fresh lamb tottering to the teat. Kissing her neck and shoulders, he helps her to walk. Don't Be Condescending she says and he laughs and says Make Me and she tears at him and laughs too.

Amazing.

 

[rekane]

*sigh*

LordSteve...you are just eloquent as fuck.
Amazing.

(Hey, LordSteve minions -
Did anyone tell him that he can now put up a picture?
I offer a picture of the "LordSteve" at my house until we get the real thing.)

 

[eastern sun]

Curious In Cali:


He kills her every night and in the morning she assumes new flesh that molds around her bones like a robe and she stumbles downstairs. He's made breakfast.

He watches her eat and remembers how she looked transfixed by the moon last night lying in a shallow puddle of moonlight looking bled out, the red all out of her looking also up at him. He felt like the Minotaur. He felt like Achilles.

When he took his hands away from her thighs finally he left a crude signature of himself there in the form of ten beauty spots against her whiteness, a constellation of hurt.

They say Achilles knew Hippolyta best in the moment he rammed his spear through her sternum and she bled out in his arms, his amazon, like Shakespeare said in Midsummer his "buskinned mistress and warrior love." He understands this most perfectly when he holds her windpipe closed and her eyes dilate like a door opening and she grabs his wrist and helps him choke her.

She is unsteady on her feet in her new body reborn as she is, a fresh lamb tottering to the teat. Kissing her neck and shoulders, he helps her to walk. Don't Be Condescending she says and he laughs and says Make Me and she tears at him and laughs too.

Brilliant!

 

[Aurantica]

*sigh*

LordSteve...you are just eloquent as fuck.
Amazing.

(Hey, LordSteve minions -
Did anyone tell him that he can now put up a picture?
I offer a picture of the "LordSteve" at my house until we get the real thing.)

He's probably too manly to have a picture... He'll just punch the internet over and over until it learns to fear his name.

 

[Lord_Steve]

SOMEone, and I promised not to say who, made this thematically perfect avatar for me.

actually, here's the deal. I think this thread has run its course as far as trollin' suckas goes BUT I still feel like writing so keep feeding me things to write about! And I will write you little microfiction/prose poem pieces. If you want, you can specify whether you want them to be SUPER SERIOUS or maxxximum silly.

the more Cool you have been to me, the more Effort I will put into things. and if i'm swamped i reserve the right to not do more than, say, two a day.

but otherwise. Gooooo Nuts lord steve luvs u all

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

SOMEone, and I promised not to say who, made this thematically perfect avatar for me.

actually, here's the deal. I think this thread has run its course as far as trollin' suckas goes BUT I still feel like writing so keep feeding me things to write about! And I will write you little microfiction/prose poem pieces. If you want, you can specify whether you want them to be SUPER SERIOUS or maxxximum silly.

the more Cool you have been to me, the more Effort I will put into things. and if i'm swamped i reserve the right to not do more than, say, two a day.

but otherwise. Gooooo Nuts lord steve luvs u all

Your av is a 10 on the Steveometer!

And I know who did it!

Can you write me a prose poem incorporating Funyuns, Bugles and Pizza Goldfish into BDSM?

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

SOMEone, and I promised not to say who, made this thematically perfect avatar for me.

actually, here's the deal. I think this thread has run its course as far as trollin' suckas goes BUT I still feel like writing so keep feeding me things to write about! And I will write you little microfiction/prose poem pieces. If you want, you can specify whether you want them to be SUPER SERIOUS or maxxximum silly.

the more Cool you have been to me, the more Effort I will put into things. and if i'm swamped i reserve the right to not do more than, say, two a day.

but otherwise. Gooooo Nuts lord steve luvs u all

Gosh, I would really enjoy a good Lord Steve / Chuck Norris bromance.

 

[rekane]

ok...
How about a bdsm laden, roller derby chick (s) falls for a skateboarder (D) story?

 

[Lord_Steve]

ok bros, darlings, and brodarlings, I'll get crackin on some of these this afternoon.

 

[Lord_Steve]

Can you write me a prose poem incorporating Funyuns, Bugles and Pizza Goldfish into BDSM?

Beware, my children, of he who lurks in the synthetic sheaths of supermarket aisles. Gravid with guile, erect with appetite, he waits only for her greedy fingers to snatch at his bag-
And OUT he is born into the virgin world, the snackfucker satyr, the goldfish goatman, midas-ing every inch of her body with cheez and cheez-substitute.
His fingers, you see, are gold-heavy with crumbs, and tipped with sharp bugles all the better forwith to rake her pale spine.
He throws her down into a bed of crushed funyuns that scour her skin with every thrashing move. His weight digs the fragmented snacks into her poor back as he bucks and fucks and howls.
How alive she feels, how raw and absurd, she's bleeding and cheezy and somehow still coming.
The secret of the beast, my children, is this:

ingenue and starlet and fine young housewife
are each of them atremble for his appetites.

 

[DeepGreenEyes]

Beware, my children, of he who lurks in the synthetic sheaths of supermarket aisles. Gravid with guile, erect with appetite, he waits only for her greedy fingers to snatch at his bag-
And OUT he is born into the virgin world, the snackfucker satyr, the goldfish goatman, midas-ing every inch of her body with cheez and cheez-substitute.
His fingers, you see, are gold-heavy with crumbs, and tipped with sharp bugles all the better forwith to rake her pale spine.
He throws her down into a bed of crushed funyuns that scour her skin with every thrashing move. His weight digs the fragmented snacks into her poor back as he bucks and fucks and howls.
How alive she feels, how raw and absurd, she's bleeding and cheezy and somehow still coming.
The secret of the beast, my children, is this:

ingenue and starlet and fine young housewife
are each of them atremble for his appetites.

Sir, you may have the best ear in the republic for carb-oriented free verse of an erotically-charged nature.

Bleeding and cheezy and somehow still coming.

Pass the dip.

 

[satindesire]

Beware, my children, of he who lurks in the synthetic sheaths of supermarket aisles. Gravid with guile, erect with appetite, he waits only for her greedy fingers to snatch at his bag-
And OUT he is born into the virgin world, the snackfucker satyr, the goldfish goatman, midas-ing every inch of her body with cheez and cheez-substitute.
His fingers, you see, are gold-heavy with crumbs, and tipped with sharp bugles all the better forwith to rake her pale spine.
He throws her down into a bed of crushed funyuns that scour her skin with every thrashing move. His weight digs the fragmented snacks into her poor back as he bucks and fucks and howls.
How alive she feels, how raw and absurd, she's bleeding and cheezy and somehow still coming.
The secret of the beast, my children, is this:

ingenue and starlet and fine young housewife
are each of them atremble for his appetites.

Hysterical!

 

[Lord_Steve]

aw you guys.

curious in cali, u kno i luv u but i don't really feel like writing chuck norris jokes in the two thousand and eleventh year of our lord.

rekane, I will write your rumble-tumble sexxx story tomorrow.

you see, lord steve has had a 10-hour workday and his creative juices have coagulated for the moment.

feel free to keep the ideas coming, yall

 

[Aurantica]

aw you guys.

curious in cali, u kno i luv u but i don't really feel like writing chuck norris jokes in the two thousand and eleventh year of our lord.

rekane, I will write your rumble-tumble sexxx story tomorrow.

you see, lord steve has had a 10-hour workday and his creative juices have coagulated for the moment.

feel free to keep the ideas coming, yall

How about a love ballad to a bottle of lube?

 

[Bette_coquette]

This is the best. thread. EVER. Hall of fame material!

 

[Curious_in_Cali]

aw you guys.

curious in cali, u kno i luv u but i don't really feel like writing chuck norris jokes in the two thousand and eleventh year of our lord.

rekane, I will write your rumble-tumble sexxx story tomorrow.

you see, lord steve has had a 10-hour workday and his creative juices have coagulated for the moment.

feel free to keep the ideas coming, yall

OK, I chuck that idea, go ahead and ignorris.

 

[Lord_Steve]

ok...
How about a bdsm laden, roller derby chick (s) falls for a skateboarder (D) story?

The rumble of wheels on hardwood sends primal vibrations up her legs. Let's call her Alice because that might as well be her name. Her legs feel like storm windows thrumming from the report of nearby thunder.

It's not the scimitar sweep of his hair, it's not the louche crack of his smile, it's his feet that Alice adores. Broad, simian, they cling to his board as sure as a sea-captain on his deck. He rolls by her with his toes clenched and she loves the way he ignores her.

Alice sits in wait for him outside the TapeDeck skatepark, knotting her fingers in her closecropped hair and imagining they're his. He pads through the door on those big feet, calling out to friends inside, and notices her sitting there, tapping her skates against the stairs.

-Hey you.
-Hey yourself.
-Follow me home.
-What?

He turns to leave, kicking his board to the street and rolling away slowly, looking back over one sharp shoulder. She totters up to her rollers, her stomach in the grips of an ice age. She follows him home, wheels clattering with jolting rhythm on the asphalt.

 

[Etoile]

AWWWWWW yeah Lord_Steve got an avatar!

Just remember man, I was your ORIGINAL fan.

 

[Lord_Steve]

AWWWWWW yeah Lord_Steve got an avatar!

Just remember man, I was your ORIGINAL fan.

i do! i do!

give me something to write about and I'll give you a poem or flash fiction story you can print out and keep under your pillow forever!

 

[Etoile]

i do! i do!

give me something to write about and I'll give you a poem or flash fiction story you can print out and keep under your pillow forever!

Is it being too specific if I beg for a geek American chick in Tokyo's Akihabara Electric Town to be set upon by Japanese nerds who take her away and do dastardly things like tying her up with a power cable from a video game console?

 

[Allyourbase]

*Pops head around the corner*

I mean, ok, I am temporarily on a Literotica diet. But: Lord Steve has an AV? That's a snack i cannot resist....

 

[rekane]

The rumble of wheels on hardwood sends primal vibrations up her legs. Let's call her Alice because that might as well be her name. Her legs feel like storm windows thrumming from the report of nearby thunder.

It's not the scimitar sweep of his hair, it's not the louche crack of his smile, it's his feet that Alice adores. Broad, simian, they cling to his board as sure as a sea-captain on his deck. He rolls by her with his toes clenched and she loves the way he ignores her.

Alice sits in wait for him outside the TapeDeck skatepark, knotting her fingers in her closecropped hair and imagining they're his. He pads through the door on those big feet, calling out to friends inside, and notices her sitting there, tapping her skates against the stairs.

-Hey you.
-Hey yourself.
-Follow me home.
-What?

He turns to leave, kicking his board to the street and rolling away slowly, looking back over one sharp shoulder. She totters up to her rollers, her stomach in the grips of an ice age. She follows him home, wheels clattering with jolting rhythm on the asphalt.

So many smiles for this.
Thank you!

 

[Lord_Steve]

Is it being too specific if I beg for a geek American chick in Tokyo's Akihabara Electric Town to be set upon by Japanese nerds who take her away and do dastardly things like tying her up with a power cable from a video game console?

you bet your ass I can.

Gimme a bit to finish my lunch and marshal my thoughts.