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This one time... At band camp...

Well, fellow bandcampers... I must attempt to sleep. Wish me luck. I hate insomnia.
 
MaxSmith said:
Well, we know it isn't actually Max because that's the cat... so maybe I could go by Louis.
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I think you could pass as a Louis. You have the right accent. ;)
Sweet dreams Louis :kiss:

Edensgarden said:
I would think Visine might be better than lemons.
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You dont get the same expression on your face with visine as you do with lemons. And I'm all about the expressions :D


xelliebabex said:
You guys are awesome I am been giggling non-stop!
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Your giggliness is one of the things I love about you :kiss:
 
Lemonweaseleye said:
Your giggliness is one of the things I love about you :kiss:
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When i was little i had a giggles doll, you pushed her hands behind her back and she giggled...
much like me now!

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I would like to thank Ellie for providing me a venue to further project my depraved scribblings for review and consideration. And curse every one of you speaking of the 4 2 0 I have had no joy lately but my ever thinning supply of home made cannabis oil and vinegar dressing. Call Doctor Gonzo... this mad man needs plenty of medicine.

The following story is one part of a greater whole that is inspired by the dirty dirty things women seem to have no problem telling me. You see I use to be the harmless guy. The guy no woman ever believed would have the social accumen to turn their weird lusts back on them let alone use them to make myself more attractive than far more fit or mentally stable partners. In the words of Pacino from Devil's Advocate; "I'm a surprise. I'm the hand up Mona Lisa's skirt." They never took into account writers manipulation perception for fun and profit. Alas along the way I learned many common themes of youthful lust and have been compiling the more intresting recurring ones starting with a simple introduction to masturbation working into more complex taboos such as the surrogate father/stealing Mom's boyfriend and rape fantasies (but not like you'd think) To keep things light and cheery I'll only post the first section which followers of Naughty Schoolgirls might already know. If it sparks conversation I can begin opening the flood gates.

They say you have to learn to crawl before you can walk. Well a lot of girls (and some guys; guilty) have to learn to grind before they can rub and that is where our story begins...

Chapter 1: Replacing Mister Fuzzybunny Face

Those big plastic eyes over the plush pointed snout always looked sad and a little scared; they said, why me. For Kelly Winstone from ages eight to thirteen those eyes said it was her comforting him when she awoke in the dark to thunder or strange noises. After that they said something else completely. Now at eighteen her decade long relationship with Mister Fuzzybunny Face had found a routine.

It was the last week of summer before her senior year and she had just gotten back from her uniform fitting. Having just flirted with a few boys and girls she liked and some well applied cruelty in the dressing area to those girls she felt were beneath her she was in just the right mood for her old friend. Seeing herself in uniform always made her feel sexy and the flirting and bullying tipped the scales. Typically it took a whole school day of seeing herself in mirrors and windows and exerting her sexuality or cruelty over her peers but after summer break and nothing but poolside teasing to flood her folds fitting day always had this effect.

Kelly twirled in front of the big mirror once, twice, and then a half turn looking back over her shoulder biting half her lower lip. As she looked at herself getting more turned on in her Narcissian way she brought her hands up under her skirt and pulled down her panties allowing herself just a glimpse of her own ass before the blue-green plaid covered her again. That way it was sexy; if she just looked at herself in the mirror naked she would end up looking for imperfections. Right now she was the image of lustful innocence; red hair flowing down to her shoulders, hazel eyes burning greenish with want, and under her uniform, even she could not find fault with her body.

Kelly fell back onto her bed and scooped up her old friend. She hugged Mister Fuzzybunny Face and gave him an Eskimo kiss. This let her feel the soft fabric covering of his hard nose against hers, the felt flap buck teeth fluttering against her lips; more then that it let her smell the musk of a half decade of teenage lust just beneath the baby powder smell of the disinfecting nursery wipes (now safe for most fabric toys) that served to keep his muzzle from being too noticibly used. Kelly's face assumed a sultry pout as she pulled his floppy ears back as one might tug back a lovers hair when taking control of them. "Pretend all you want you nasty little slut, I know you love this." Mister Fuzzybunny Face let his eyes make his side of the argument.

Kelly's knees rose to form a V and her hips lifted just enough to make her skirt slide back. She drug his soft body down her chest and her stomach watching those eyes beg for a mercy that did not exist. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her wet flower opening in the mirror but even that tantalizing sight would not draw her gaze from her victim's face. It wasn't the first nudging of his nose that really set her off but the sight of Mister Fuzzybunny Face's hurt and scared eyes looking at her just over the ruffle of her bunched skirt. After that her Father or Mother could have walked through the door and it wouldn't matter.

It lasted forever while the teasing, rubbing, grinding, gasping, and moaning filled her world. Days seem to pass her by as she writhed and sweated her way to ecstacy. The tensing of soar muscles did not matter; so long as those eyes begged her to stop she would not. She pulled the knot of her school tie into her mouth to block some of the noise of her rising climax from filtering downstairs. The smell of her passion was all around her as the first orgasm exploded in her lust tightened core. She might have passed out right there had the second and many other orgasms not already been building in her; as it was she only lost sight of those pleading plastic eyes for a second. Her body and mind shattered and reformed as she journeied through the mountians and valleys of her own pleasure. After a time she realized no more hills were on the horizon and if she didn't stop now she would too raw to get to sleep tonight. She wiped him down and took a last look in those confused sad circles above his sodden snout. "It wasn't that bad," she gave him a last Eskimo kiss and whispered, "but tonight will be." His eyes said he believed her.
 
Think I like this thread, look forward to reading the stories with a funny sexy feel to them. I'm sure I have a few but I suppose they would be more embrassing ones. But there might be one to give you all a,giggle. If I get time later ill put it on.
 
Horati0Baccus said:
I would like to thank Ellie for providing me a venue to further project my depraved scribblings for review and consideration. And curse every one of you speaking of the 4 2 0 I have had no joy lately but my ever thinning supply of home made cannabis oil and vinegar dressing. Call Doctor Gonzo... this mad man needs plenty of medicine.

The following story is one part of a greater whole that is inspired by the dirty dirty things women seem to have no problem telling me. You see I use to be the harmless guy. The guy no woman ever believed would have the social accumen to turn their weird lusts back on them let alone use them to make myself more attractive than far more fit or mentally stable partners.

They say you have to learn to crawl before you can walk. Well a lot of girls (and some guys; guilty) have to learn to grind before they can rub and that is where our story begins...

Chapter 1: Replacing Mister Fuzzybunny Face
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Your awesome Horati0 :kiss: Your story reminds me of a photo thread I know of....

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Lemonweaseleye said:
Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted, counts.
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Whaaaat? Can you repeat that again ..... slowly? My mind just came out of the gutter you see and is quite slimy and so doesn't absorb things like normal.. a lot of stuff just slips off the edges... :eek:
 
pornsetjanitor said:
Whaaaat? Can you repeat that again ..... slowly? My mind just came out of the gutter you see and is quite slimy and so doesn't absorb things like normal.. a lot of stuff just slips off the edges... :eek:
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I know you believe you understand what you think I said but Im not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.
That clear things up?
:D
 
Lemonweaseleye said:
Ok I think I see the problem. You were probably expecting me to make sense and unfortunately thats not really my forte.
You need things confused up tho, Im your guy ;)
Obfuscation is my middle name.
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LoL I wasn't expecting things to make sense! It's more fun when they don't.. Although they did that time :D Obfuscation is one of my middle names too.. sadly I only do it to confuse myself :eek:
 
pornsetjanitor said:
LoL I wasn't expecting things to make sense! It's more fun when they don't.. Although they did that time :D Obfuscation is one of my middle names too.. sadly I only do it to confuse myself :eek:
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So I have been wanting to ask.... Hows the porn industry in New Zealand?
 
xelliebabex said:
So I have been wanting to ask.... Hows the porn industry in New Zealand?
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I'm out of work.. so not good I assume :(

Oh and my day job is a lot less glamourous... developing mobile applications... I actually have no idea about the porn industry here at all!
 
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pornsetjanitor said:
I'm out of work.. so not good I assume :(

Oh and my day job is a lot less glamourous... developing mobile applications... I actually have no idea about the porn industry here at all!
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You mean there are naughty hobbits on the end of orc leashes running around everywhere in "Fellowship of his anal ring" or "The two erections or frighteningly Bobbit the Hobbit?

man I am as bad as those people to tell me to chuck a shrimp on the barbie or ask me if I drink fosters..... urgh when we have neither here and all want to beat Paul Hogan to a pulp for maligning us so...


I sincerely apologise pornsetjanitor.... :kiss:
 
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Horati0Baccus said:
Chapter 1: Replacing Mister Fuzzybunny Face

Those big plastic eyes over the plush pointed snout always looked sad and a little scared; they said, why me. For Kelly Winstone from ages eight to thirteen those eyes said it was her comforting him when she awoke in the dark to thunder or strange noises. After that they said something else completely. Now at eighteen her decade long relationship with Mister Fuzzybunny Face had found a routine.

It was the last week of summer before her senior year and she had just gotten back from her uniform fitting. Having just flirted with a few boys and girls she liked and some well applied cruelty in the dressing area to those girls she felt were beneath her she was in just the right mood for her old friend. Seeing herself in uniform always made her feel sexy and the flirting and bullying tipped the scales. Typically it took a whole school day of seeing herself in mirrors and windows and exerting her sexuality or cruelty over her peers but after summer break and nothing but poolside teasing to flood her folds fitting day always had this effect.

Kelly twirled in front of the big mirror once, twice, and then a half turn looking back over her shoulder biting half her lower lip. As she looked at herself getting more turned on in her Narcissian way she brought her hands up under her skirt and pulled down her panties allowing herself just a glimpse of her own ass before the blue-green plaid covered her again. That way it was sexy; if she just looked at herself in the mirror naked she would end up looking for imperfections. Right now she was the image of lustful innocence; red hair flowing down to her shoulders, hazel eyes burning greenish with want, and under her uniform, even she could not find fault with her body.

Kelly fell back onto her bed and scooped up her old friend. She hugged Mister Fuzzybunny Face and gave him an Eskimo kiss. This let her feel the soft fabric covering of his hard nose against hers, the felt flap buck teeth fluttering against her lips; more then that it let her smell the musk of a half decade of teenage lust just beneath the baby powder smell of the disinfecting nursery wipes (now safe for most fabric toys) that served to keep his muzzle from being too noticibly used. Kelly's face assumed a sultry pout as she pulled his floppy ears back as one might tug back a lovers hair when taking control of them. "Pretend all you want you nasty little slut, I know you love this." Mister Fuzzybunny Face let his eyes make his side of the argument.

Kelly's knees rose to form a V and her hips lifted just enough to make her skirt slide back. She drug his soft body down her chest and her stomach watching those eyes beg for a mercy that did not exist. Out of the corner of her eye she could see her wet flower opening in the mirror but even that tantalizing sight would not draw her gaze from her victim's face. It wasn't the first nudging of his nose that really set her off but the sight of Mister Fuzzybunny Face's hurt and scared eyes looking at her just over the ruffle of her bunched skirt. After that her Father or Mother could have walked through the door and it wouldn't matter.

It lasted forever while the teasing, rubbing, grinding, gasping, and moaning filled her world. Days seem to pass her by as she writhed and sweated her way to ecstacy. The tensing of soar muscles did not matter; so long as those eyes begged her to stop she would not. She pulled the knot of her school tie into her mouth to block some of the noise of her rising climax from filtering downstairs. The smell of her passion was all around her as the first orgasm exploded in her lust tightened core. She might have passed out right there had the second and many other orgasms not already been building in her; as it was she only lost sight of those pleading plastic eyes for a second. Her body and mind shattered and reformed as she journeied through the mountians and valleys of her own pleasure. After a time she realized no more hills were on the horizon and if she didn't stop now she would too raw to get to sleep tonight. She wiped him down and took a last look in those confused sad circles above his sodden snout. "It wasn't that bad," she gave him a last Eskimo kiss and whispered, "but tonight will be." His eyes said he believed her.
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Reading the story in my lunch break :) I love it already Horati0Baccus ;) :kiss:
 
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