Halloween Hot Tub

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so far just a title that is stuck in my brain. Not sure how to tie the festivities to the location... is it:

~ a hot tub AT a party, people strip their costumes and go in (in which case, why costumes in the first place?)
~ next door to the party, a couple of drunks sneak in?
~ after the party?
~ a beach themed party complete with potent drinks to loosen libidos?
 
How about a nice rousing game of Bobbing for Boobs, and of course Bobbing for Cocks?
 
I'm reminded of ads for the Idi Amin Hot Tub, "all-metal, spacious enough for adults and children, and potatoes, vegetables, and spices". I also recall a wedding (my cow-orkers) where, after the reception, the newlyweds and various friends hopped naked into a big hot tub. Consummations ensued.

Hallowe'en Hot Tub, hmmm... non-removable domino-type masks are required, of course, to retain some anonymity. Maybe games are held (dry) and winners get the tub action. New games, new winners, new action, yum-yum. Sure, outsiders can sneak in if they grok the mask rule. In the tub: bobbing for boobs and genitals, lap-sitting impaling, and groping, are about it. Maybe innocent games in the tub with paired (or tripled) winners (or losers) evicted, to go screw in the bushes. And then the tentacles twitch...
 
I was picturing a sick twisted version of the house game of pin the tail on the donkey. But, it sounds like a whole lot of butt fucking going on at that masquerade ball. Poor guy playing the donkey is gonna be a sore ass in the morning..... Hahađź‘ đź‘ đź‘ Kant( I'm fucking killing me. Just wait until we talk about the guy that dresses up like a paper stuffed animal filled with candy that shows up at a BDSM Halloween party to get beaten by the drunks with garden hoses... Gives a whole new meaning to salt water taffy)
 
Fun Fact:

Magician Penn Jillette has a patent for the JillJet. He originally got the idea from singer Debbie Harry while they were relaxing in a jacuzzi together. His home jacuzzi has one set up that has specific jets of water to stimulate a woman's vagina. His wife and her friends are big fans of it.
 
Fun Fact:

Magician Penn Jillette has a patent for the JillJet. He originally got the idea from singer Debbie Harry while they were relaxing in a jacuzzi together. His home jacuzzi has one set up that has specific jets of water to stimulate a woman's vagina. His wife and her friends are big fans of it.

I frequently attend a notoriously naughty resort in the Caribbean, where all the ladies have their favorite hot tub jets.
 
I frequently attend a notoriously naughty resort in the Caribbean, where all the ladies have their favorite hot tub jets.
It starts with well-aimed waterjets. It moves on to groping. Then the tentacles intrude. Hilarity ensues.

Okay, Hallowe'en Hot Tub, monstrous protrusions can be expected, tentacles and alien probes and ghostly materializations, etc. Janey sits alone in her tub, enjoying the water, when she feels... something... slithering up her thigh. Or there's a hot-tub party, folks soaking and caressing each other, when all are suddenly multiply penetrated by protoplasm or ectoplasm, whatever. Fun fun fun.
 
so far just a title that is stuck in my brain. Not sure how to tie the festivities to the location... is it:

~ a hot tub AT a party, people strip their costumes and go in (in which case, why costumes in the first place?)

Why not another hot tub time machine, like in that movie? Keep your costumes on, jump in, and you're instantly transported to the appropriate period for your costume.

Are you wearing a vampire costume? Then you're headed for Transylvania, maybe at the time of the Ottoman invasion.

Are you wearing the outfit of Frankenstein's monster. Then you're headed for Darmstadt and the good doctor's castle. Or maybe a date with Mary Shelley?

Are you wearing a Revolutionary uniform? Then you're headed for Bunker Hill? Be prepared to duck the cannon balls immediately upon arrival.

Are you wearing a gangster or flapper outfit? How about finding yourself in that garage on the north side of Chicago on St. Valentine's Day. Watch out for the machine gun bullets.

:D
 
Why not another hot tub time machine, like in that movie? Keep your costumes on, jump in, and you're instantly transported to the appropriate period for your costume.

Are you wearing a vampire costume? Then you're headed for Transylvania, maybe at the time of the Ottoman invasion.

Are you wearing the outfit of Frankenstein's monster. Then you're headed for Darmstadt and the good doctor's castle. Or maybe a date with Mary Shelley?

Are you wearing a Revolutionary uniform? Then you're headed for Bunker Hill? Be prepared to duck the cannon balls immediately upon arrival.

Are you wearing a gangster or flapper outfit? How about finding yourself in that garage on the north side of Chicago on St. Valentine's Day. Watch out for the machine gun bullets.

:D

Good ideas!
 
Why not another hot tub time machine, like in that movie? Keep your costumes on, jump in, and you're instantly transported to the appropriate period for your costume.
You wear a costume into a hot tub? That's pretty pervy. I usually strip-down first. Or at least remove my shoes. Footwear and hot tubs don't mix. C'mon, reveal your monster-clawed feet.
 
You wear a costume into a hot tub? That's pretty pervy. I usually strip-down first. Or at least remove my shoes. Footwear and hot tubs don't mix. C'mon, reveal your monster-clawed feet.

If you got monster-clawed feet, then you're probably not wearing shoes at all. :rolleyes:
 
It starts with well-aimed waterjets. It moves on to groping. Then the tentacles intrude. Hilarity ensues.

Okay, Hallowe'en Hot Tub, monstrous protrusions can be expected, tentacles and alien probes and ghostly materializations, etc. Janey sits alone in her tub, enjoying the water, when she feels... something... slithering up her thigh. Or there's a hot-tub party, folks soaking and caressing each other, when all are suddenly multiply penetrated by protoplasm or ectoplasm, whatever. Fun fun fun.

You keep mentioning tentacles. ...Is there any particular reason you are obsessed with them? Perhaps you need to write a tentacle-porn story to get something out of your system?

...I would read it. :eek:
 
You keep mentioning tentacles. ...Is there any particular reason you are obsessed with them?
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It's a sardonic joke thing, okay? If it's good enough for hentai, it's good enough for LIT.
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Perhaps you need to write a tentacle-porn story to get something out of your system?

...I would read it. :eek:
I'm transitioning from tentacle sex to giant-mantid sex. Maybe I could combine the two. Sweet girl walking along shore is orgasmically handled by dripping tentacles. The experience twists her mind. Soon she meets a female giant preying mantis, hominid-size. They can have sex safely; if she was male, the mantid would bite her head off. Cue the 69ing -- yes, a giant female mantis has a clitoris. In this universe, anyway.

If I wasn't going all sardonic I'd include tentacle sex only as a dream-fantasy. Sweet girl with boyfriend trouble has unwanted dreams of tentacles probing her, satisfying her in ways the BF can't. Does the BF dream of mermaids?
 
<serious>
It's a sardonic joke thing, okay? If it's good enough for hentai, it's good enough for LIT.
</serious>

I'm transitioning from tentacle sex to giant-mantid sex. Maybe I could combine the two. Sweet girl walking along shore is orgasmically handled by dripping tentacles. The experience twists her mind. Soon she meets a female giant preying mantis, hominid-size. They can have sex safely; if she was male, the mantid would bite her head off. Cue the 69ing -- yes, a giant female mantis has a clitoris. In this universe, anyway.

If I wasn't going all sardonic I'd include tentacle sex only as a dream-fantasy. Sweet girl with boyfriend trouble has unwanted dreams of tentacles probing her, satisfying her in ways the BF can't. Does the BF dream of mermaids?

the BF also dreams of tentacles
 
the faggoty BF also dreams of tentacles
Does he dream of them fondling and penetrating himself or others? And if so, what gender(s)? Or merely as erotic/aesthetic abstractions?
 
Does he dream of them fondling and penetrating himself or others? And if so, what gender(s)? Or merely as erotic/aesthetic abstractions?

I think you misquoted me. and I wouldn't touch your question with a ten foot pole. Maybe with a twelve-toed Jovian...
 
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