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[chickenona]

Compulsive behavior will lead to weird fucking actions. It's part of the territory.

[chickenona]

Also I want credit for the retard bingo above. Eat your heart out, Gray.

[CrouchingStonerHiddenBong]

Well, let's put it another way - I have felt no negative repercussions for what I've put up here. And my shit's been up a while.

Your stories differ from the other stuff that's been posted here because there is a real humanity to them. That's not knocking the other contributors as much as it is lauding your abilities. I care about what happens to you when I read your stories - the sex is just incidental and it never seems gratuitous.

It's hard to describe.

[jahlive 420]

i am totally forming judgements about chickenona.

you......are.......awesome.

you need to get your shit published.

[uptheass]

When I was coked out, I would jerk off so long that if I didn't continue to snort and apply baby oil to my cock, it was too excruciating to continue. My dick became so raw, that if I lost my high, touching it would make me scream in pain. I'm talking marathon sessions that would last 48 hours. I often wouldn't leave my room, I would actually piss in a hefty bag.

Jesus fucking Christ, that is seriously the nastiest fucking shit I have ever read here.

EVER.

look at who wrote it he thinks hes being cool writing this kind of things but hes actually just showing that he is too ugly to get a woman to sleep with him without paying her for it i bet he has never even slept with a whore he dosnt even have the money to pay to get a woman to sleep with him hes to ugly to get a real one so he makes up things like this and thinks that he is being cool for metal sludge hes a fat poor greasy haired thing that sits at his computer all day and all night obsessing over me and making up things like that

[jahlive 420]

god, you probably think you have a really funny thing going here.

if intense hatred from everyone else on the board is funny to you, mission accomplished.

pwned

[Rainbow Bright]

After that, we go socialize (complete with a rather adorable pink collar and Daddy walking me around on a leash and showing me off) and secure a vacant medical play room. Here. I get hogtied while being face down. Where I'm spanked until my ass is beat red. Then, Sugar Daddy sticks a vibe in my ass and ZOMG! it was awesome. I was helpless to do anything but just go with it. And go with it I did. I also gave great head while being hog tied and the toy in my bum. Mainly because if my mouth left down low, I would get paddled.

Also, this = HOT.

It sounds like Sugar Daddy is really expanding your horizons, RBO. What relationship do you have? Is it strictly S & M or are you friends outside of the head?

Its mostly S&M, though we are slowly expanding into vanilla drabble too.

[Rainbow Bright]

When I was coked out, I would jerk off so long that if I didn't continue to snort and apply baby oil to my cock, it was too excruciating to continue. My dick became so raw, that if I lost my high, touching it would make me scream in pain. I'm talking marathon sessions that would last 48 hours. I often wouldn't leave my room, I would actually piss in a hefty bag.

Jesus fucking Christ, that is seriously the nastiest fucking shit I have ever read here.

EVER.

look at who wrote it he thinks hes being cool writing this kind of things but hes actually just showing that he is too ugly to get a woman to sleep with him without paying her for it i bet he has never even slept with a whore he dosnt even have the money to pay to get a woman to sleep with him hes to ugly to get a real one so he makes up things like this and thinks that he is being cool for metal sludge hes a fat poor greasy haired thing that sits at his computer all day and all night obsessing over me and making up things like that

[chickenona]

RBO - you continue to rule.

Thanks to Stoner and especially Jahlive420, I'm glad you're getting a kick out of this thread. I have been giving thought to arranging a book around these anecdotes, but adding it to fiction is proving to be a challenge.

For the record Itjogs is not fat, greasy-haired, ugly or wanting for female companionship, or indeed companionship of any kind. Beyond that, I can't speak for him addressing teh_troll's run-on comments.

And I have to disagree with the idea that my posts have more of an element of humanity than anyone else's here. Sexuality is the driving force of humanity. Yes, it's animal in its basis and to that extent we have no control over it. However, the way we approach it is more human than anything else we do. It goes beyond reproduction for us. It's a way of knowing ourselves and each other better, and forming deeper bonds with our partners and by extension anyone else in our orbit. It can be love or it can be hate and it makes every stop in between.

[UnknownLegend]

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[saracapri]

Compulsive behavior will lead to weird fucking actions. It's part of the territory.

Actually, that was my submission into the erotica challenge. Did the vomit thing make you horny? Be honest.

[chickenona]

UL - You have grown by leaps and bounds in the short time you've been at this. I liked the changing points of view in this one, and the shift in voices that went along with it.

Sorry I didn't respond right away, some very unsexy real-world woes dominated my time last night. But that was awesome.

Sara - I think you have to be Japanese to truly enjoy vomit porn.

[uptheass]

Sorry I didn't respond right away, some very unsexy real-world woes dominated my time last night. But that was awesome.

let me guess you couldnt get your fat ass out of the couch to post

[UnknownLegend]

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[SugarMama]

UL - You have grown by leaps and bounds in the short time you've been at this. I liked the changing points of view in this one, and the shift in voices that went along with it.

Thank you Nona. If you have feedback or suggestions on how you would have made it better, let me know.
I tried to write it from the first person point of view, but I couldn't get too far. It's a style I'm not accustomed to. Do you think it adds more for the reader to read it in the first person? Just curious as to your opinion.

Nona's opinion will be far more intelligent than my own, but I like it as it is. I like hearing what all the players are thinking. I don't know that I"d be able to change pov like that. Then again, I can't write fiction, either. I think it's great and I"ll be interested to see your next installment. Have you ever published? Ever thought about it if you haven't?

[chickenona]

Well, as I stated earlier before the thread got all crazy, I always like to write erotic scenes in my fiction in the first and second person - "You" and "I" - to enhance the immediacy and improve my concentration. But going back and editing it for use in my fiction, which is almost never done in the first person, is a HUGE pain in the ass. As well, the effectiveness of the scene you wrote about would have been limited by that device, so for something like that such a thing wouldn't work.

My only quibble actually relates to continuity with the first vignette you wrote featuring these characters - I was under the impression that Jenna, not Angela, was Dave's stepdaughter, so there was a moment of confusion when I read this one. That may have been my error though.

Other than that, it was definitely improved in the hotness department from the first one.

[chickenona]

Also, I really liked that Dave was a total prick. That added a LOT of provocative connotations for me.

[SugarMama]

Also, I really liked that Dave was a total prick. That added a LOT of provocative connotations for me.

Ditto that. But it doesn't work if he isn't, right? If he's some average, run of the mill schmo who happens upon his stepdaughter and her bi friend with benefits, it's at it's end already. You really can't take him anywhere else. Then again, as far as stories go, I always do wind up digging the asshole.

[UnknownLegend]

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[SugarMama]

I had a handful of girlfriends with me on this particular day. We made a habit of showing up to The Button on the days when national acts rolled through during the afternoon. Mark 'em early, stay on 'em. It was the easiest way to actually make time with the band. If you were cool and patient, you could catch them on their way in during sound check. If you were good looking and cool enough, you could hang on to them all the way through the night, too. It never hurt that you would definitely meet the crew, and it didn't hurt on this day that we met the tour manager.

He was English, and sweet, and not at all unattractive and more than a little off his game. He was obviously homesick and tired of dealing with the drama bullshit and boredom that goes with being the tour manager on a club tour. I don't remember how we started talking, but the point is that we did and the fact that we did would forever alter my status from "Wannabe Groupie" to actual full fledged groupie.

He wound up asking me if I had a car, and when he learned I did, would I be willing to take him back to the hotel? He'd be more than happy to introduce me and my friends around to the band. "They could use some company. They're usually awake and bored by this point. They need distracting." Now I was just green enough to not have any idea exactly what he had in mind. Or that it involved me, and oddly enough, not him.

We chatted all the way to the hotel and when I glanced in the rearview mirror, my best friends eyes were huge. She could not believe that she was about to walk into a hotel room comprised of a rock band. 2 of the members of this rock band had been in other bands, and had videos on MTV, she knew who they were, and she was beside herself with excitement. I prayed she would remain cool. I loved the girl to death and had been sleeping with her for 3 months. But the chick had to be reminded of her name when she met the singer for Firehouse. She was sweet, petite, sexy as all get out, but had NO GAME AT ALL. Luckily for her, whereas I didn't have any game either, I had 2 things that helped us both. The ability to fake it, and a set of all natural 38DD's that were like a beacon to good looking long haired men. And that was what we were all after back then. Good looking, long haired men.

We pulled up to the hotel and the tour manager asked me to wait a moment. He took my friends to one room, knocked, and disappeared inside for a few moments. I waited where I stood, where he'd told me to. He reappeared a few minutes later. "I want you to meet someone else. He's not in the room with the rest of the guys. He's in my room." And he turned to open the door. I was sunblind, stepping into a completely cave-like dark hotel room. As if he knew I"d hesitate, the tour manager grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. He turned on a light on a bedside table and my vision slowly adjusted.

I didn't know what to think about the shape under the blanket. I couldn't see anything. The tour manager leaned over the shape, talking into it quietly. He turned to me and said "Frankie could use your company. He's very lonely and quite homesick. Just ..... sit and talk to him for a while, would you? I'll be back in a bit." And he left. He just walked out of the room. And left me with a slowly waking stranger. I looked back and forth between the door he'd just disappeared through, and the bed.

The first thing I saw was messy dark brown hair. The next thing I noticed was just how damned hot he was. The first thing he said to me was "You're here to make me happy." But he said it in such a little-boy manner. I was charmed. "Come here." he said. I stepped closer to the bed and he held out a hand. "I'm Frankie." I said "Hi, Frankie. I'm Stephanie." He was still holding my hand and he pulled me down onto the bed. He pulled me close and looked at me for a long moment. He said "I'll be right back" and jumped out of bed. I heard water running in the bathroom for a minute and when he came back out of the bathroom, naked, well ... if I didn't know what I was there for before, I certainly did now.

Did I think about leaving? No. Not even for a second. He was disgustingly gorgeous and judging by the way he pulled me into the bed, he wanted me there. Now, it's possible he may have wanted whichever girl was delivered to that room that afternoon. But it was me that was there and I didn't think one minute about what was about to happen, or the fact that it made me a groupie, and quite possibly, a slut. Who cared? He was fucking HOT.

He asked me to massage his back and I did so until he turned over under me, sat up, and tugged my shirt up over my head. "You have great tits." Ok, so, conversationalist, no. Again, who cared? He was delicious. He kissed me softly. We made out like that for a while and his kisses were great. I felt his hands on my ass and then he laid back down, pulling me down on top of him. He pushed on my shoulders and I knew exactly what that meant. I slid down his body until I was between his legs and wrapped my fingers around his cock. It was perfect. Not too big, not at all small, just right. I"m not very good at describing blowjobs, so suffice it to say I did indeed blow him until he came in my mouth. I"m sure I licked his cock from top to bottom, because, well, that's how you do that. I do remember his hands being in my hair, and him moaning and how much I liked that.

I was fully dressed and we were sitting on the bed watching TV when the tour manager came back. He had my friends with him and knocked before entering. He was happy to see Frankie smiling on the bed next to me. Frankie turned and asked if I was coming to the show that night. I said "Yes, I'll be there." He said he'd be happy to put me on the guest list and to give my name to his tour manager. He thanked me politely, and I went on my way.

Now, this isn't really porn, per se, not enough details, I guess. But there is a part 2 to this story that I"ll post as soon as I can. I didn't think when I left that hotel room that I"d be going back to it at the end of the night. And that Frankie would be getting another blowjob, but this one wasn't from me. But from one of my friends in the closet outside the bathroom. While I was getting fucked on the vanity in the bathroom.

What the hell, you go sluttin' at the Button for a day, you may as well go all the way.

[UnknownLegend]

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[Funkychik02]

ha, good to have you back, Sugar!

[SugarMama]

You'll get part 2. When I'm not so tired. If I do it tired, like I am now, I will not do this story justice. I was on the bus twice, insulted, and then apologized to by the singer for the band, and indeed wound up back in that hotel room at the end of the night. You'll get to hear it all.

[chickenona]

Cool, a groupie submission. I'm liking it so far Sugar.

Put up the second part.

[SugarMama]

I don't remember why we went back to the club. I can't remember if some of us had stayed there, or what the story was, but that's where we went when we left the hotel. The girls had been introduced to the rest of the band, and they'd all just sat and shot the shit, it turned out. Apparently they had met 3 other members of the band while I was busy blowing a 4th. The 5th, the name of the band, had his own room, of course. And he wasn't meeting anyone. The re-telling of what had happened in the room I was in was met with squeals of delight, and a thousand questions. One friend kept poking me and going "So I guess this makes you the head ho." Ha. Ha. Ha. Yeah, not that funny......

In any case, we found ourselves back in the parking lot of the club in the late afternoon. Believe it or not, I used to carry paperbacks with me everywhere during that time. I always had one in my car, or in my purse. And since I had nothing else to do, I remember sitting on the hood of my car while the girls chatted with other girls who had shown up. I was sitting there reading when a male voice asked what I had my nose in. I looked up. He was tall, had dark blonde hair and was pretty damned cute. I started telling him about the book and he leaned on my car next to me. When he introduced himself, I found out he was the guitar tech for both guitarists in the band. We talked for quite a while. About where they'd just been, and where they'd been before that. He was funny, and smart and I liked him. The more we talked, the more it appeared that he liked me too.

He asked me if I'd like to see the bus, and hell yeah I did. I'd never been on one before. A couple of my friends followed us onto the bus and we all sat around talking. The tech and I were sitting side by side and I caught him leaning in and breathing heavily. "Sorry," he blushed, "It's just that you smell so good." When I turned to look at him, the look on his face blew me back a little. Undisguised lust. I was intrigued. Remember, whereas this was not my first time at a show, it was my first time spending this much time with the act and their crew. Everything was new. He asked if I"d like to see the back and of course, I agreed. We tried to act casual, but I don't think that worked. But he did manage to get me alone for a minute and he used that minute to push me up against the door to the back room of the bus. He was hot and sweaty from working and the sun, but he didn't stink. He had a hand on either side of me and lowered his mouth to mine. I wondered in the back of my mind what this said about me. I'd just made out with and blown a guy in the band, and here I was, kissing his tech.

I had a really bad habit back then. I believed in full disclosure. I was shitty at lying and tended to worry what people thought of me. Plus, I knew there was no way what I"d just done wasn't getting back to this guy. So I told him. "I know." he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck just below it. "You know?" Pause. "Wait. What. How?" He stepped back. "First of all, I saw you leave with --------- ( he said the tour managers' name. I can't remember it. I can't remember the name of anyone except the guys in the band. I know. That sucks of me.) Second of all, no offense, it isn't the first time he's grabbed some girls from the parking lot for the guys in the band." I turned red. I didn't imagine what I"d done was new or special, but it almost felt contrived now. "It's ok. I'm sorry that I told you because it obviously upsets you that I know." I said "No, it's alright. It's just a little embarrassing that you know what I was doing and probably knew what I would be doing before I did." He laughed and kissed me again. He whispered in my ear "I know. And I don't care."

Then we heard a door slam and raised voices. We scooted back to the front of the bus, and there was the man. The name. The pissed off lead singer for the band. He gave us a hard look, made some remark about what the hell was he doing ( he being the tech standing behind me) and ordered everyone off of HIS bus. I took a step towards the door when a friend of mine actually started to bitch about how she'd been on the bus for hours and why was she being kicked off and I wanted to fucking snatch her bald headed. I smiled apologetically at the singer. "Let's go. We need to go home and shower and get ready anyway." She opened her mouth and I gave her a look. She shut her mouth and followed me. As I started down the steps, I heard the singer mutter something about groupies in a tone that let me know it wasn't a compliment. I"d just been insulted and I knew it.

We were back a few hours later, let in on the bands' guest list and front row for the performance. When the tech saw me out front, he came down during the opening act to talk to me. He'd managed to shower and the first thing I thought was "Jesus he makes tight jeans look good." We stood and talked, pressed very close together. He asked me if I'd hang around after they were done. I agreed. He said if I had to leave before he was done packing up, to go around back and wait. The band was very good and it was a rather surreal experience, watching the guy I'd blown play for an hour. Usually, I see them play first. I had enough history with local musicians and that's how I decided which one I wanted. But let's be honest. I"m a guitarists' ho. Something about a guitar slung low, the way they stand, the sounds they make a guitar make. I'm a sucker for guitarists. He saw me and smiled at me alot. I liked that. My friends would nudge me and laugh when he did.

When the band was finally done and the last case was loaded, the tech came and found me. He asked if we'd like to go back to the hotel with them and I agreed. We followed the bus back and when it parked, he came and got me. He headed back towards the bus. "Are you sure this is ok?" I asked. "Yeah. He's ok now. Show's over." When I stepped onto the bus, the singer smiled at me. "I'm sorry about earlier." he said. I replied "That's ok. You're right, it's your bus. You say who's on it and who's not. You needed to get ready to perform, didn't want a bunch of ........ girls around. No biggie." He smiled at the tech and said "Smart. Sweet. Too good for you, man." and went to the back of the bus and closed the door.

We wound up going back to the same hotel room I'd been in earlier that day. Frankie was now playing grab ass with my friend Jen, and the tech and I were making out on the bed. There were a few other people in the room and I mentioned that since things were getting hotter and well, harder by the second. He took my hand and pulled me across the room. There was a doorway and the closet was an open space to the right, and the door to the left led to the bathroom. I spotted my friend Jen on her knees in front of Frankie. Well, at least I could say I had him first that day. And yes, she was my friend, but I had better tits.

We shut and locked the bathroom door and continued making out, standing up. He backed me up against the vanity and I perched on the edge. My legs were wrapped around his waist, and I could feel how hard he was through his jeans. I was past the point of no return. Whatever he wanted, he was getting. I wasn't nervous, like I"d been that afternoon with Frankie. I was just fucking ready. I slid off the vanity and reached down to undo his jeans. He was the first guy I'd ever seen that didn't wear underwear so I was slightly surprised when I pulled the button and zipper of his jeans his cock practically sprang out at me. I dropped to my knees, just as my friend Jen was on the other side of the door and gave him head for a few minutes. He pulled me back and started tugging on my clothes. My shirt was pushed up, my pants and panties down and off. He lifted one of my legs, pausing to kiss my calf, before pulling it around his waist. He did the same with my other leg and slid his cock into me. I remember the way he suddenly breathed really hard at how good it felt to do that. We'd been making out, on and off, for literally hours at this point. Talk about foreplay. He put his hands on my hips and pushed all the way in, and lowered his mouth to mine. We kissed the entire time he fucked me. In reality, it probably wasn't that long. He moaned into my mouth and stopped kissing me long enough to let me know he was about to cum. I pushed him deeper into me with my heels and felt his cock shoot inside me. "Oh god .... fuck." he moaned into my ear and collapsed onto me for a minute. I played with his hair and waited for him to catch his breath and recover. He kissed me again and pulled out and tugged his jeans back up. I lowered my legs and started dressing. He stopped to watch and then kissed me again. He said I made him wish they weren't leaving in a few minutes. "I can only imagine what I could with you in a bed." He smiled and kissed me again. When we walked out, everyone else was done doing what they'd been doing and turned to look at us at once. I blushed. Frankie said something along the lines of being congratulatory and he grinned.

We walked them out to the bus and I kissed him goodbye. I stood and watched the bus pull away and got in my car, knowing I"d never see him again, and realizing that that would have to be ok.

[chickenona]

Fuck yeah!

That was awesome, Sugar. Really. I loved the detail.

[SugarMama]

Thank you. I have some time coming to me the beginning of this week. I have a few more, I can post them then. And there's always tales of the best friend I was sleeping with, that was mentioned in this story. I mean, girl on girl is rather run of the mill, especially considering she was my first, we didn't get into much that was out of hand. But there was one night when we showed up at the house of a guy we both knew. He requested our presence after he found out she and I were having sex. There are details, but he wanted to watch her go down on me, and did. I remember I started to moan while she was licking me, and he stuck 2 of his fingers in my mouth to quiet me down a little. He had roommates. He didn't want them to know what was going on in his bedroom.

[chickenona]

So you guys may have noticed I have officially changed the title of this thread. Me and my boy have discussed this and are in agreement (NO DURSTISMS ALLOWED IN THIS THREAD, WE USE THE QUEEN'S ENGLISH THANK YOU VERY MUCH) that we can no longer in good conscience call this thread a contest. You're all fucking magnificent winners as far as I'm concerned. I thought of calling it a "confessional" but that marginalizes the great fiction we're seeing here. So this thread is now officially a WORKSHOP for the fine art of writing shit that makes you horny.

[TawnyVonJagger]

Sugs, that was awesome! Thank you for sharing, now this is what the ho board is about! UL, you have a gift as well. Looking forward to more from you!

This is now currently my favorite thread. Keep em...er...coming.

[UnknownLegend]

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