Bayoububba
Literotica Guru
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I know this isn't the story discussion circle, but I thought that some of the other authors would appreciate me taking a swing at trolls in the form of a story. I know this may be childish, but hey if I feel better, isn't that the most important thing. This is the beginning of a story i plan on finishing when I am in "pissed mode". Tell me what you think, and any suggestions you may have for the story. This is just for fun, but i do plan on posting it later.
A Troll’s Life
Buford was a lonely troll who spent his days scrolling through Literotica defiling stories with negative feedback. Buford stood about three feet tall and also three feet wide; almost perfectly round in stature. His face was twisted into a permanent snarl, with teeth protruding with a crust of deep yellowish orange. He had quit high school after being snubbed by everyone around him and laughed at every time he approached a member of the opposite sex. His “cocktail weenie” sized cock had never felt the inside of a woman’s sex in his thirty-five years of miserable existence. The inadequacies of his life had made him a bitter, reclusive being.
Buford had heard of dating sites on the internet and so he saved his change from collecting aluminum cans for three years and ordered a brand new computer in an attempt to find his sole mate. As soon as the box arrived on the doorstep of his travel trailer, he tore into it with a vengeance. After six hours of scratching his head and sounding out each word of the instructions, he was ready to get online. Four more hours of reading the online prompts finally came to an end as he heard the modem “whirr” into action.
For two days, the troll entered profiles into dating websites, but had no luck finding a woman interested in a short, fat, hairy, unemployed, uneducated troll . What was Buford to do? To his dismay, he conceded that he would not be able to find a mate.
While poking around, he came across a website that made his little “cocktail weenie” stir. The screen read, “Literotica.com.” He began to read the stories and with each story, he became more sexually frustrated. As he became more frustrated, he began to get angry.
“I’ll show them, “ he exclaimed aloud,” I’ll get them all!”
With that, he began striking down the swollen egos of each stories’ author with a vote of one. Sometimes, he would even spit his venom at them in a public comment. With each tap of the enter button, his loins would burn with arousal.
“Ha!” he shouted, “take that you bastards!”
After leaving negative anonymous feedback and getting himself thoroughly aroused, he would begin to jerk off at his computer desk. With each stroke of his mini-cock, he would spit obscenities at the screen before him. Each one of these sessions ended the same; the screen saver would come up and he would see his own reflection causing him to lose the erection that was in his grasp.
A Troll’s Life
Buford was a lonely troll who spent his days scrolling through Literotica defiling stories with negative feedback. Buford stood about three feet tall and also three feet wide; almost perfectly round in stature. His face was twisted into a permanent snarl, with teeth protruding with a crust of deep yellowish orange. He had quit high school after being snubbed by everyone around him and laughed at every time he approached a member of the opposite sex. His “cocktail weenie” sized cock had never felt the inside of a woman’s sex in his thirty-five years of miserable existence. The inadequacies of his life had made him a bitter, reclusive being.
Buford had heard of dating sites on the internet and so he saved his change from collecting aluminum cans for three years and ordered a brand new computer in an attempt to find his sole mate. As soon as the box arrived on the doorstep of his travel trailer, he tore into it with a vengeance. After six hours of scratching his head and sounding out each word of the instructions, he was ready to get online. Four more hours of reading the online prompts finally came to an end as he heard the modem “whirr” into action.
For two days, the troll entered profiles into dating websites, but had no luck finding a woman interested in a short, fat, hairy, unemployed, uneducated troll . What was Buford to do? To his dismay, he conceded that he would not be able to find a mate.
While poking around, he came across a website that made his little “cocktail weenie” stir. The screen read, “Literotica.com.” He began to read the stories and with each story, he became more sexually frustrated. As he became more frustrated, he began to get angry.
“I’ll show them, “ he exclaimed aloud,” I’ll get them all!”
With that, he began striking down the swollen egos of each stories’ author with a vote of one. Sometimes, he would even spit his venom at them in a public comment. With each tap of the enter button, his loins would burn with arousal.
“Ha!” he shouted, “take that you bastards!”
After leaving negative anonymous feedback and getting himself thoroughly aroused, he would begin to jerk off at his computer desk. With each stroke of his mini-cock, he would spit obscenities at the screen before him. Each one of these sessions ended the same; the screen saver would come up and he would see his own reflection causing him to lose the erection that was in his grasp.
