Collective Lit Story

[Guest]

 

[superlittlegirl]

I have just put the finishing touches on the life-size sculpture of the Pope that I built out of marshmallows and pipe cleaners. As I chew thoughtfully on a marshmallow, I wonder, "How should I amuse myself for the rest of the evening?"

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Toasting

Reaching for a marshmallow I spike it on my toasting fork and turn it slowly before the fire, watching it slowly brown.

"I don't know I'm not inspired, maybe someone'll come up with an idea. Anyway who cares, these are nice marshmallows, do you have any chocolate sauce to dip them into?

 

[Guest]

 

[whatsinanameuk]

Flicking

then I get my fingers sticky with toasted marshmallow I left to long at the heat anf they stick to the pages of my magazine -
Thinks
"I need someone to lick them clean"

 

[superlittlegirl]

I peruse my pretty things. I run my fingers over my collection of corsets, stockings and sexy little shoes. But who am I fooling? If the night goes the way I wish it would, all I'll be needing is my favorite pair of galoshes.

 

[whatsinanameuk]

and the high powered hose

 

[Guest]

 

[superlittlegirl]

But before I call the call-girl, I'm going to clean out my PM box in case any other cute girl wants to send me a message. Capiche?

 

[Guest]

 

[superlittlegirl]

It's the number 13, actually. My lucky number. I sculpted it out of urethane foam and covered it in black and red lace. It is a very sexy number, indeed.

You'd never imagine what myriad and varied uses it has, either. Well, I guess you might imagine, if your mind is in the gutter.

Perverts.

 

[Tibxo]

(OOC: Over a 100 posts a day, Indigo. I am impressed!)

After what seems an age, I am finally ready. Standing at the mirror right by my door, I lavishly apply another coating of my favourite lipstick, ensuring that I don't catch my beard.

I hate it when I get lipstick in my beard. Don't you?

"My, you look devilish today." I say to myself as I admire my handiwork. Then putting on my PVC coat, I grab my handbag and leave my apartment...

 

[Guest]

 

[Tibxo]

Immediately that song leaps into my head. I quickly shake my head to dispell it. Shivering at the cold around me, I snuggle into my PVC coat.

Should have worn my fur!

Standing by the curb, I wait to hail a taxi.

There is no way I will ever use the subway again, not since I was attacked the last time!

The memory sends a chill down my back even as I see a large black car pull up in front of me...

 

[crysede]

I see the sexy she-male from a block away: lust shimmers off her/his PVC coat like heat off desert sand.

My mouth is dry as I order my driver to pull alongside this enigma of gender, clothed in a question, wrapped in a black-plastic trench coat. I am beset with uncertainty, so few people understand my needs: will she/he turn away in disgust like the others?

My hand reaches nervously into the seat next to me, gripping the slightly spiny flesh of the cucumber. The vegetable's cool, green confidence calms my nerves, and I slowly roll down the tinted window.

 

[Tibxo]

For a moment, I want to walk away. The memories of what happened to me in the subway resurfacing in my mind.

But I wait. The car is huge (don't know the make) which suggests that whoever is in it has money and not someone who is just going to attack me.

Why did it stop?

My curosity peaking, I watch the tinted window on the passenger's door slowly wind down...

 

[Ovbit]

Only to find that there is no-one inside.

"What the hell!!!?" I cry out before I feel hands grab me from behind, one of them clamping over my mouth.

"Mmmpphhhhh!"

Suddenly my body is on automatic, trying desperately to tear itself away from whoever is holding me but to no avail. The person holding me is just too strong. Instead, I see a figure opening the car door and I am being brutually shoved inside...

 

[LordOfDarkness]

Meanwhile, on the other side of this world, stands a man on a hill. It is night time, you see. But its so dark that you can't see, you see. This man is a vampire. A lonely vampire who left his country long long ago and settled here in this foreign land where coke is a bad word. He is thinking...

 

[Tibxo]

..."I need some coke."

Not the only standard variety. No! It can only be the special type. The type which has been immersed in blood.

He can feel it, the hunger in his veins as they throb violently, threatening to split and spill their contents.

He needs the coke. He needs it desperately!

Reining in all his mental forces, he starts to concentrate and slowly he feels his body starting to respond...