ElectricBlue
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As precise a study of critters since, well, penguins.Now now. Bugs are arthropods. Tentacles belong to mollusks. Let's keep our phyla separate.
Carry on .
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As precise a study of critters since, well, penguins.Now now. Bugs are arthropods. Tentacles belong to mollusks. Let's keep our phyla separate.
You know that old chestnut: boy meets girl, boy shackles girl, boy takes girl to the woods, girl knows more about the woods than him because of her days as a field guide and he ends up falling in a pit, everyone lives happily ever afterDo shackles often appear in romance stories? Should they?
Oh yeah, that one. I got stuck with:You know that old chestnut: boy meets girl, boy shackles girl, boy takes girl to the woods, girl knows more about the woods than him because of her days as a field guide and he ends up falling in a pit, everyone lives happily ever after
Oh yeah, that one. I got stuck with:
Boy meets girl. Girl leaves boy. Both masturbate thinking of the other. Space pirates kidnap girl. Boy steals rocket, defeats pirates, reclaims girl, but aliens with tentacles have stolen her heart. Boy returns home, marries childhood sweetheart, but *that* girl is always in his head, tentacles and all. The end?
I had no idea writing in the Romance category was so... complicated.
Mosquitoes sucked his dick, but what about his balls? He could encounter the rare testes fly.
All the bloody time, apparently. We need to lift our game as lovers, we men. Or learn to play the violin .I had no idea girls masturbated after leaving their guy.
All the bloody time, apparently. We need to lift our game as lovers, we men. Or learn to play the violin .
If Stephen King wrote porn, that would be in the story somewhere.
*shivers*
Or (as happened to a woman I once corresponded with) lock in her a trailer anytime you're gone. That way she can't leave you, no matter how bad you are.
When I cleaned houses, I went into a man's living room and no joke saw a jail cell style setup in the corner, floor-to-ceiling bars. He said it was "for bad people". I quickly got "an emergency text" and had to leave
penguins.
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Do shackles often appear in romance stories? Should they?
Isn't that what marriage is all about?
Excellent! That will be flipping tentacular. With slime .The penguin planet will be the subject of next year's Geek Pride Story event.
Excellent! That will be flipping tentacular. With slime .
All the bloody time, apparently. We need to lift our game as lovers, we men. Or learn to play the violin .
This is LIT. Boy meets girl(s) and/or boy(s) and/or mantis women. Girl meets boy(s) and/or girl(s) and/or studly centaur(s). They feel a spark but Mama disapproves and/or calamity strikes and/or careers keep them apart. After much struggle, pain, and missed messages, they consummate. Bells ring, lights flash, the Greek pantheon smiles from on high, and they skip the pre-nup. Happy ending.
See, the formula ain't so complicated. Slots and tabs and action, that's all it takes.
Everywhere, everyday, in every way, if you but look hard enough. Except that boy-meets-mantis-woman is always a vignette.And, uhm, since when did all that happen?
Pubic hair changes everything. Nair doesn't help.I'd like to go back to my sand box. Life was sooooooooooo much easier before puberty.
All the bloody time, apparently. We need to lift our game as lovers, we men. Or learn to play the violin .
Context is in one of my stories. The biggest compliment ever paid to me by a woman was that I played her body like a violin. One remembers a phrase like that.Is this a band camp reference? Does that have meaning to someone in Australia?
Context is in one of my stories. The biggest compliment ever paid to me by a woman was that I played her body like a violin. One remembers a phrase like that.
The biggest compliment ever paid to me by a woman was that I played her body like a violin. One remembers a phrase like that.