Please Write me a personalized erotic story!

[alison5]

Hey I was wondering if you would write me a personalized erotic story. And if you could involve specific details to plot and characters that would be amazing!

PS: girl has huge tits, fun to write about also ask me for details of people!

 

[Handley_Page]

Stick around long enough (and avoiding the Trolls), and you will learn about writing your own fantasy.

 

[mynameisben]

Hey I was wondering if you would write me a personalized erotic story. And if you could involve specific details to plot and characters that would be amazing!

PS: girl has huge tits, fun to write about also ask me for details of people!

Sure. I'd be thrilled to write your erotic story for you, Alison. Here it is:

"Oh, hi there!" Alison said to the hot stud with the monster cock that she ran into while jogging along the nude beach shoreline.

"Oh, hello" he smiled and winked back at her. "My, what huge tits you have!"

"Thank you" she said, flashing him a well-rehearsed, girlish blush. And then she turned slowly all the way around like a chicken on a rotisserie for him so that he may admire her specific details.

And then they tumbled into the wet sand and fucked most erotically.

"This is so exciting!" he ejaculated.

- The End -

 

[3113]

Sure. I'd be thrilled to write your erotic story for you, Alison. Here it is:

"Oh, hi there!" Alison said to the hot stud with the monster cock that she ran into while jogging along the nude beach shoreline.

"Oh, hello" he smiled and winked back at her. "My, what huge tits you have!"

"Thank you" she said, flashing him a well-rehearsed, girlish blush. And then she turned slowly all the way around like a chicken on a rotisserie for him so that he may admire her specific details.

And then they tumbled into the wet sand and fucked most erotically.

"This is so exciting!" he ejaculated.

- The End -

I admire the tense anticipation you inserted beneath the seeming simplicity in an almost Henry James-esque fashion. Having her running along the beach reminds us of the turning of the tides and how we all try to out-run time, yet cannot. The large tits are emblematic of the buoys that float on those waters, often all that we can rely on to navigate our lives.

Large-cock man certainly navigates his way to Alison for their fated meeting. Yet her blush is "well rehearsed" rather than natural and, like-wise, her turn isn't of her own will, but like poultry on a spit. As in an Ibsen or Chekov play, she is merely going through the motions, on display as for a diner rather than fully a part of her own life.

Reminiscent of Tennessee Williams' works, we are made to feel she yearns for a past time when such mannerisms helped her surf the waves, her tits keeping her afloat. We are left wondering: was it only the man who broke like a wave while tumbling and fucking? Or did Allison also orgasm?

Very nuanced.

 

[oggbashan]

Fifty word story...

“You’ve been pestering me for a date. It’s my tits you’re really after, isn’t it?”

“They are magnificent, Mary.”

“OK. Satisfy me tonight and we’ll see. If not…”

I pounded as long and hard as I could.

“You’ve failed.”

Her massive breasts suffocated me unconscious, again and again.

She left.

 

[stephen55]

Guy in restaurant to busty server- "Yes, I would like some more huge tits...I mean coffee..."

Indignant server- "That's it! Get your huge cock...I mean fat ass out of here!"

Guy- "It seems that we both have huge tits...I mean issues."

Server- "At least I don't carry them on my huge cock...I mean sleeve."

Guy- "I'm confused. You don't really have a huge tits...I mean cock...actually, you do...how about just bringing the huge tits...I mean check."

Server- "Make sure to leave me a big cock...I mean tits...I mean tip."

Guy- "Okay, where would you like the huge tits...I mean huge cock tip?"

Server- "I get off at seven...I mean I will get off...won't I?"

And they both lived happily ever after.

 

[Handley_Page]

I admire the tense anticipation you inserted beneath the seeming simplicity in an almost Henry James-esque fashion. Having her running along the beach reminds us of the turning of the tides and how we all try to out-run time, yet cannot. The large tits are emblematic of the buoys that float on those waters, often all that we can rely on to navigate our lives.

Large-cock man certainly navigates his way to Alison for their fated meeting. Yet her blush is "well rehearsed" rather than natural and, like-wise, her turn isn't of her own will, but like poultry on a spit. As in an Ibsen or Chekov play, she is merely going through the motions, on display as for a diner rather than fully a part of her own life.

Reminiscent of Tennessee Williams' works, we are made to feel she yearns for a past time when such mannerisms helped her surf the waves, her tits keeping her afloat. We are left wondering: was it only the man who broke like a wave while tumbling and fucking? Or did Allison also orgasm?

Very nuanced.

ye gods, I managed to understand nearly half of it.