Is this real?

gauchecritic

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I'm not sure if this is a hoax, an identity theft or just a very early April fool.

Reuters 23.30 GMT said:
Shockwaves resounded through the web today, Good Friday March 21 2008 when an unprecedented event rocked the net.
An amateur story site which goes by the name of Literotica trembled through its very foundations when a hitherto amusing and mild mannered member of the site revealed themselves, in flagrant disregard of their nom-de-web actually posted a 50 word fiction in a thread there.

For many years shereads (68) has, consistently and vocally denied and decried any attempt at, as she puts it "making stuff up."
"I spend my working life writing technical manuals for Dyson Vacuums" she explained in an interview "so why would I want to use up what little imagination I have left at the end of the working day writing stories, however short, on what is basically a porn board?"

The site owners, laurel and Manu Silberstein, refused to comment.

Other so-called AHers, named after the forum in which shereads apparently posted the fiction were variously shocked and supportive of the incident. Oggbashan for whom the thread was posted in honour said "Never in my 60 years of government service and bookselling have I come across such a heinous deception. Like many of my colleagues I was completely taken in by her name"

Another AHer who refused to be named said "Wel ah doant reckon she ain't done nothing bad. Good fer her."

The thread and shereads so called 50 word story can be read here
 
Sorry, Gauche, I don't see why you have to bring this up.
Things like this are best quickly forgotten.
There is enough mud slinging as it is, without drawing attention to poor She.

I'm really disappointed.

:(









;)
 
I just don't know what's wrong with everyone right now! Can't we all be friends? :(
 
What the hell? Sorry, I couldn't help but laugh since I don't know what the hell is going on.

In answer to your question, Stella, no, we can't, because if we all could, then we'd be living in the Twilight Zone.
 
You're all alts of DanielleKitten and you're all jealous of my one million, three hundred and sixty-four thousand, two hundred and seventy-nine stories.

I'm going to win survivor this year.
 
You're all alts of DanielleKitten and you're all jealous of my one million, three hundred and sixty-four thousand, two hundred and seventy-nine stories.

I'm going to win survivor this year.

Contemplates Cloudy in a jungle setting with minimal clothing....scratch that...no clothing, doing near reality television....
 
Must mind meld with Fool
:devil:

draws her brush through her hair,
counting strokes
dark cascades about her face
in the dim night light
soap
is her smell
fresh from bathing
ivory tones of skin
…draws her brush
long limbs limber
legs drawn up beneath
her
…through her hair
flowing in the night
down her back
waist length
still slightly damp
skin sheen glistens
as the night breeze sighs
sighs in the night
as she stands
she flows
from point to point
graceful dance
…draws her brush
breasts move
in counterpoint
to hips that sway
…through her hair

draws a brush through her hair
 
draws her brush through her hair,
counting strokes
dark cascades about her face
in the dim night light
soap
is her smell
fresh from bathing
ivory tones of skin
…draws her brush
long limbs limber
legs drawn up beneath
her
…through her hair
flowing in the night
down her back
waist length
still slightly damp
skin sheen glistens
as the night breeze sighs
sighs in the night
as she stands
she flows
from point to point
graceful dance
…draws her brush
breasts move
in counterpoint
to hips that sway
…through her hair

draws a brush through her hair

*happy sigh*
 
draws her brush through her hair,
counting strokes
dark cascades about her face
in the dim night light
soap
is her smell
fresh from bathing
ivory tones of skin
…draws her brush
long limbs limber
legs drawn up beneath
her
…through her hair
flowing in the night
down her back
waist length
still slightly damp
skin sheen glistens
as the night breeze sighs
sighs in the night
as she stands
she flows
from point to point
graceful dance
…draws her brush
breasts move
in counterpoint
to hips that sway
…through her hair

draws a brush through her hair

DAMN!

I bow to your awesomeness yet again.
 
<snip>Thank you, hopefully that gives you enough of a visual from my smut-riddled mind.:D
I could see Leonard Nimoy bent over that strange creature, speaking in a high, strained voice... Yessss, yes. I come ... eeee .. <crying fullblown tears> pain pain...

Enough channelling of the old old Star Trek. I wish we didn't get space tv on cable.
 
I could see Leonard Nimoy bent over that strange creature, speaking in a high, strained voice... Yessss, yes. I come ... eeee .. <crying fullblown tears> pain pain...

Enough channelling of the old old Star Trek. I wish we didn't get space tv on cable.

Darling you would never be allowed to look. I am afraid you would find out what incredible lust I feel for you.

BTW, did you ever get the wine stains out of the clothes you weren't wearing?:kiss:
 
Believe me, it's more backbiting than you think. We don't all eat rainbows and poop butterflies.
I do.

But I have yet to figure out how to defecate onto the Internet, so the happy flutter is not reaching the AH.
 
Sorry, Gauche, I don't see why you have to bring this up.
Things like this are best quickly forgotten.
There is enough mud slinging as it is, without drawing attention to poor She.

I'm really disappointed.

:(

LOL - You missed out on some smarmy, but hilarious humour.... or ... did you? :devil:
 
You're all alts of DanielleKitten and you're all jealous of my one million, three hundred and sixty-four thousand, two hundred and seventy-nine stories.

I'm going to win survivor this year.

Bitch!


:D:rose::D
 
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