Exquisite Corpse Lit-holiday commencing
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Boxlicker101
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CharleyH said:Adding you to the que Box.
Since there has been no word from Cloudy, I will add her to the end of the que just in case she still wants to participate, but is too busy right now.
In the meantime, I will send the next sentance to SummerMorning.
This does sound like fun
but is each new contributor supposed to start a new paragraph? It would seem logical that would be the case. 
CharleyH
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zeb1094 said:
I am on all day (well, I have a little thingy that's supposed to tell me when there's a PM) I appreciate the go ahead chain from Og to you though, it takes the pressure off.
It's the weekend - Cant may be away - and I did get word that Coudy is as sick as a dog, so we will have to see if she's up for the game come her turn.
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Bumping as I am out of here. I am sending a sentance along to the next person to try to do a second round, and to finish before Christmas - but Lauren Hynde, my dear beautiful girl - will take over from here and post the final. HAVE an amazing Christmas all, and hopefully more.
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CharleyH said:Bumping as I am out of here. I am sending a sentance along to the next person to try to do a second round, and to finish before Christmas - but Lauren Hynde, my dear beautiful girl - will take over from here and post the final. HAVE an amazing Christmas all, and hopefully more.
Okay, Charley. Merry Christmas to you too.
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It has been fun, and here is the final result of our Exquisite Holiday Corpse. If anyone feels the need to complete the story or add more paragraphs to it, please feel free to do so!
The bartender, wearing black pants and a form fitting t-shirt spun a martini shaker like Tom Cruise in Cocktail as a drag Queen with black bouffant hair, a glittering sequined gown and a red and green boa, stared longingly at his tensing muscles. Her bright red fingernails gleamed like icicle lights as she gingerly opened a silver case, pulled out a cigarette and fit it into a long filter, then dramatically rested her elbow on the bar, twisting her wrist, and waiting for a light. The bartender poured the special candy cane martini into a wide, clear stemmed glass, pushed it toward her, then pulled a metallic butane lighter from his back pocket, and flicked it open. Her glossed, pillow lips pursed as she inhaled on the tip, and her mascara-caked butterfly-lashes fluttered as she stared into his eyes in the hope that this Christmas Eve would be different from all the one’s before.
Christmas music played throughout the apartment with a soft jingle, fortunately keeping the long, awkward silence from being felt. He turned his eyes away, hiding a knowing smile, as she took one last drag of her cigarette and put it out on the large crystal ashtray that completed the display on the antique mahogany stand. The living-room was ready, a tone of expectation in the air - the sofa was pushed back against the wall to create a comfortable dancing space; the massive tree stood in the corner, trapped between the fireplace and the television set; red and gold decorations and mistletoe hung everywhere.
"The guests should be arriving any minute, now" he told her in an uncompromised manner as he waved off the final strands of her cigarette's smoke and picked a California roll from a passing tray carried by a teenage girl dressed as an elf.
"Do you think it's easy getting into this outfit?" she yelled from behind the bedroom door.
"I have to look fabulous for this party and I refuse to look anything but Christian LaCroix." she huffed as she yanked up the crinoline skirt.
"Darling, these are your closest friends, they already think you're fabulous."
He closely watched the young elf in her tiny skirt and perky hat thinking about how as a child he had nightmares involving elves and assorted cold cuts.
In his nightmares the elves would play on fiddles and lutes while juggling assorted cold cuts as a prelude to their wife raiding rituals. He smacked his lips appreciatively, licked his canines and thought of what Grans Margenmöger would say when brought home his third perky, young, barely hexagenarian elf to play the role of court fool and bedwarmer for exalted guests. He hefted the cue-ball sized wild-nut, waiting for just the right moment before throwing it with vicious precision, catching the young elf right in the middle of her back, in that bundle of nerves usually referred to as the elfish second brain, and sending her sprawling to the ground. He laughed victoriously and rushed towards the downed elf, scooping her up in one quick and sinuous gesture, before loping back to the marsh-dwarf fortress of Gün Tadrui where he would certainly be rewarded for his prowess as a hunter of fiddling elves.
En route he stopped to catch his breath under a leafless willow tree whose sorrowing branches waved down past his face. He lay the elf-girl down, at his feet, and placed her arms to form a crown round her head so that her breasts were lifted to the perfect perspective for his desire. Without a moment’s thought he knelt down to examine the magical breasts long known only in myths and amazing fables. Pulling aside the gossamer swathe he trembled painfully at the sight of barely rose-hued nipples quivering and glowing through the thinnest nacre shields rippling down each globe, nearly indiscernible from her opaline skin.
His breath quickened as he imagined his sharp knife slicing into that delicious flesh, the blade parting skin, and the red blood oozing as he explored the beauty beneath. Between his legs his erection became even more insistent as his mind explored the possibilities of delicate knifework ahead.
But not yet, no, not yet.
He had many preliminary delights to demonstrate to her before he could attain the ultimate object of her quivering surrender.
His hands softly floated over her body, as she writhed in pleasure to his soft gentle touch. The moans from her throat started as low guttural growls bringing delightful sparkles to her lovely eyes. His hand tenderly grasped her sweet, delicate nipple, her back arched to press her breast against his gentle hand. Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he kissed it gently, taking it in his mouth to swirl his tongue around the aroused nub of flesh.
"Oh" she gasped Don't do that- I mean, do that again!"
He grinned, and complied. His tail swished up and over his shoulder, flicking her cheek, making her long ears twitch. After a while she pushed him away, and bent her head to tongue down his belly.
It was almost Reindeer-like, the way her tongue lapped up his strong abs and nipples and like the hungry bitch she was, she wanted more. She unzipped his trousers and pulled out his big, already hard cock. Should she put it in her mouth or her pussy? It was for her, an existential question as she moved her hand up and down the more than jolly shaft.
...
Christmas music played throughout the apartment with a soft jingle, fortunately keeping the long, awkward silence from being felt. He turned his eyes away, hiding a knowing smile, as she took one last drag of her cigarette and put it out on the large crystal ashtray that completed the display on the antique mahogany stand. The living-room was ready, a tone of expectation in the air - the sofa was pushed back against the wall to create a comfortable dancing space; the massive tree stood in the corner, trapped between the fireplace and the television set; red and gold decorations and mistletoe hung everywhere.
"The guests should be arriving any minute, now" he told her in an uncompromised manner as he waved off the final strands of her cigarette's smoke and picked a California roll from a passing tray carried by a teenage girl dressed as an elf.
"Do you think it's easy getting into this outfit?" she yelled from behind the bedroom door.
"I have to look fabulous for this party and I refuse to look anything but Christian LaCroix." she huffed as she yanked up the crinoline skirt.
"Darling, these are your closest friends, they already think you're fabulous."
He closely watched the young elf in her tiny skirt and perky hat thinking about how as a child he had nightmares involving elves and assorted cold cuts.
In his nightmares the elves would play on fiddles and lutes while juggling assorted cold cuts as a prelude to their wife raiding rituals. He smacked his lips appreciatively, licked his canines and thought of what Grans Margenmöger would say when brought home his third perky, young, barely hexagenarian elf to play the role of court fool and bedwarmer for exalted guests. He hefted the cue-ball sized wild-nut, waiting for just the right moment before throwing it with vicious precision, catching the young elf right in the middle of her back, in that bundle of nerves usually referred to as the elfish second brain, and sending her sprawling to the ground. He laughed victoriously and rushed towards the downed elf, scooping her up in one quick and sinuous gesture, before loping back to the marsh-dwarf fortress of Gün Tadrui where he would certainly be rewarded for his prowess as a hunter of fiddling elves.
En route he stopped to catch his breath under a leafless willow tree whose sorrowing branches waved down past his face. He lay the elf-girl down, at his feet, and placed her arms to form a crown round her head so that her breasts were lifted to the perfect perspective for his desire. Without a moment’s thought he knelt down to examine the magical breasts long known only in myths and amazing fables. Pulling aside the gossamer swathe he trembled painfully at the sight of barely rose-hued nipples quivering and glowing through the thinnest nacre shields rippling down each globe, nearly indiscernible from her opaline skin.
His breath quickened as he imagined his sharp knife slicing into that delicious flesh, the blade parting skin, and the red blood oozing as he explored the beauty beneath. Between his legs his erection became even more insistent as his mind explored the possibilities of delicate knifework ahead.
But not yet, no, not yet.
He had many preliminary delights to demonstrate to her before he could attain the ultimate object of her quivering surrender.
His hands softly floated over her body, as she writhed in pleasure to his soft gentle touch. The moans from her throat started as low guttural growls bringing delightful sparkles to her lovely eyes. His hand tenderly grasped her sweet, delicate nipple, her back arched to press her breast against his gentle hand. Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he kissed it gently, taking it in his mouth to swirl his tongue around the aroused nub of flesh.
"Oh" she gasped Don't do that- I mean, do that again!"
He grinned, and complied. His tail swished up and over his shoulder, flicking her cheek, making her long ears twitch. After a while she pushed him away, and bent her head to tongue down his belly.
It was almost Reindeer-like, the way her tongue lapped up his strong abs and nipples and like the hungry bitch she was, she wanted more. She unzipped his trousers and pulled out his big, already hard cock. Should she put it in her mouth or her pussy? It was for her, an existential question as she moved her hand up and down the more than jolly shaft.
...
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Thank you, Charlus and Lauren. It was a delight to read what came before and after my paragraph. Let's do this again soon.
Merry Christmas, Happy New year, ladies.
Perdita
Merry Christmas, Happy New year, ladies.
Perdita
Stella_Omega
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That was fun!
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It was fun but I didn't see my paragraph in there. It went:Stella_Omega said:
After a while she pushed him away, and bent her head to tongue down his belly.
That was the first line, and I added:
He had no complaint; he was well aware of the magical things she could do with her mouth, how good it would feel and what a treat it would be to watch. Slowly, she kissed and licked her way down his body, pausing to swirl her tongue in his navel and stopping when she reached his pubic hair. Having no desire to run her tongue through that coarse thicket, she left the bed and got back on between his spread legs. As she held his balls and stiff cock in her hands, she leaned forward, smiling lasciviously.
By any chance are there two of these making the rounds?
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I missed this...Yay, turned out great!
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