Compare and contrast...

No, I can't see any similarity at all between them, except for the plot line 'I fuck my mother'. Really, go through them paragraph by paragraph and there is absolutely nothing in common beyond the basic premise.

There are three hundred million stories on this site, and seventy-eight squazillion of them are about hung sons fucking their giant-titted mums, and people who write that sort of story just aren't going to stick in discussions of nineteenth-century French pottery. It's 'I'm hung and a stud and my mother sees my cock and makes slurping sounds on it like the waves of the North Atlantic crashing on gannet rookeries', and the characterization is going to make Baywatch sound like Mansfield Park.

Now I'm going to have to sharpen a spork and put my eyes out. I don't like that kind of story.
 
Rainbow Skin said:
There are three hundred million stories on this site, and seventy-eight squazillion of them are about hung sons fucking their giant-titted mums, and people who write that sort of story just aren't going to stick in discussions of nineteenth-century French pottery. It's 'I'm hung and a stud and my mother sees my cock and makes slurping sounds on it like the waves of the North Atlantic crashing on gannet rookeries', and the characterization is going to make Baywatch sound like Mansfield Park.

I'm laughing my ass off....oh man that's the funniest thing I've read in weeks.

I'm hereby offering a couple dozen brownie points to the first person who DOES put up a link to a lit story that includes a discussion of nineteenth-century French pottery. :)

Not my kind of story either, but I did get through the first half dozen paragraphs of each. Didn't see a lot of similarity in either structure or style. Now please pass the spork ;).

G
 
GingerV said:

I'm hereby offering a couple dozen brownie points to the first person who DOES put up a link to a lit story that includes a discussion of nineteenth-century French pottery. :)


Damnit! Damnit! Can't it be nineteenth-century French poetry? Honest to God, I have 93 pages riddled with it. It's the first work of erotic fiction I've seen that would genuinely benefit from footnotes ;)

Shanglan

(Ah - no big-titted mums though. But thanks for the waves-on-gannet-rookery image, I will be laughing about that for days, Rainbow.)
 
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