A Game of looking back

[musicankane]

So I was bored today and got the crazy idea to look back on some of my old threads from the era in which I was young, dumb and full of cum. I was interested in seeing how my writing had developed over the years on this board and I got the idea to do a little game with my fellow authors around here.

Call it an exercise in self awareness or what have you. Maybe you can use it to look back on your freshman days and see how far you have come.

In this thread look back at your old posts on the forum and post embarrassing, funny, stupid, or even clever snipits of your old writing.



The following is from a thread about a sex robot my character had won in some fantasy contest.

{"At first he thought the door was the pizza he had ordered. But the surprise was a woman, a very attractive woman standing at the door. Almost instantly she told him she was Vicky from the Guilty Pleasures company. His eyes widened, he had sent that contest entry over three months ago. He figured he'd lost and had forgotten all about it, but he'd won! She was here a Vicky for his very own. He leaped into the air. "ALright!" He cried.
Then he stopped took a deep breath and cleared his throat. "Umm..Please come in Vicky." He said holding the door for her."}

When I read this post I couldn't help but wonder if I was picturing a Flash Gordon jump into the air and the camera pausing as if it was the greatest thing ever. I can picture this character wearing glass bottle glasses and keeping a inhaler in his sweater vest pocket.

 

[Annisthyrienne]

I love this idea for a thread! Okay, so here is an excerpt from a story I had about a Drow temple slave girl who escaped to the surface and met up with a human fighter-mage. They agreed to help each other as they traveled together.

In this scene, it is their first evening in camp, and Spiriel is finding out that the ways of the surface world take a little getting used to.

From 'A Mutual Understanding':

She sighed in relief when he said it was time to eat, and followed him to sit on a log by the fire. He handed her a bowl of the wonderful smelling soup and it warmed her hands as she held it. She used the small knife she had to scoop the larger bits of vegetable into her mouth, holding it on her tongue and blowing in and out to cool it. Jacob apologized for the lack of meat, blaming it on the orcs and other monsters. "But Jacob, why can't you take one of the orcs for meat?" she asked innocently. To her people, orcs were little more than animals who happened to wear clothing and use weapons. Slightly more dangerous than a wild animal, but just as useful for food.

Spiriel ate hungrily, barely giving the food time to cool before scooping it into her mouth. She got a little too eager with one piece and it began burning her tongue. Just then he handed her the bottle. Grateful for the chance to cool her mouth, she took a long draught, thinking it was water. She coughed hard as it hit her, burning its way down her throat. The hot food forgotten, she tried to catch her breath as he warned her about the ale, not to drink too much. Gasping and sputtering, nearly choking, she fanned her mouth to cool her tongue.

She recovered, with Jacob patting her firmly on the back, thinking she had choked on some of the food. By the time her eyes stopped watering, she was already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol, blossoming in her head, making her feel a little tipsy. She smiled sheepishly as she went back to finishing her food, more carefully this time.

She stood to remove the armor Jacob had given her to wear, but struggling with it, her balance compromised by the strong drink, she nearly fell into Jacob's lap, with the scale shirt pulled partly over her head, trapping her arms. She presented quite the comical sight, trying to get the armor off. As he reached out a hand to steady her, she froze, quietly trembling. It took a minute or two before he realized she was giggling at her own clumsiness.