My first story has been posted!

[Sugarpuss]

*dancing a happy jig*

Thanks for all the encouragement I received when I first got on here and raved on about whether it might be too long or not. If you get a chance to read it, let me know what you think. If not, I still appreciate the chance to post a story at all and have the input from other authors before I submitted it.

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=114269

 

[Chicklet]

Congrats = ) You just go ahead and dance away = )

 

[Icingsugar]

Yay for you! It's on my to-read-list. Might take a while though. It's a long list. And I've got deadlines chasing me...

/Ice

 

[pop_54]

Yo

Nice one Sugarpuss, I'll have a read later.

When's the next one going to be done It's a bug once you start, a bug that bites and won't let go. Well done.

 

[Wills]

Well done SP.

Took time out from editing my first to have a read. Feel proud, feel very proud.

Look forward to No. 2

Will's

 

[Wills]

Well done SP,

Took time out from editing my first to have a read, feel proud, feel very, very proud.

Look forward to No. 2!

Will's

 

[MathGirl]

Dear SP,
Congratulations. I must get around to submitting one someday.

How long did it take from the time you submitted the story until it appeared? I need to know these things.
MG

 

[Jenny _S]

WTGOOOOO Girl.... Welcome to the club. Now... Has anyone told you about the trolls yet?

 

[ffreak]

Congrats, Sugar, and welcome to the Hangout.

I just read it - it's a goodie, folks, give her a read, maybe she'll give us another story.


-FF (always vulnerable to a good tickle)

ps. Sugar, if you'll look at your profile where you put the story id in your sig, you'll notice the form is: [ url=http:... ]a string [/url] all you have to do is put something like "My Stories" between the closing bracket of the first part (the real link) and the opening bracket of the last part - the [/url] and it will appear instead of the linkage data. If you need help, send me a PM.

pps. ask the inevitable question, Sugar, and watch the pounce, sometimes she has claws and sometimes she just bats you with her cute little clauses.

 

[Dirty Slut]

Nice story...

Sent you feedback, hope it helps you in the future. Congratulations, today you are an author.

DS

 

[Pornofan420]

*dancing a happy jig*

Thanks for all the encouragement I received when I first got on here and raved on about whether it might be too long or not. If you get a chance to read it, let me know what you think. If not, I still appreciate the chance to post a story at all and have the input from other authors before I submitted it.

Congradulations, darlin'! And may I say...Very, Very hot story. A thorough stiffener. I really loved the line "Drown me" he utters when she mounts his face. That just struck a really deep, lizard-brain level of lust for me.

A story to stroke to. Welcome aboard.

PF420

 

[Sugarpuss]

Congrats = ) You just go ahead and dance away = )

Thanks, Chicklet!

 

[Sugarpuss]

Yay for you! It's on my to-read-list. Might take a while though. It's a long list. And I've got deadlines chasing me...

/Ice

I'm starting to get a long to-read-list myself, but at least I have no deadlines!

 

[Sugarpuss]

Re: Yo

Nice one Sugarpuss, I'll have a read later.

When's the next one going to be done It's a bug once you start, a bug that bites and won't let go. Well done.

Working on a few ideas, hee hee. Be afraid, be very afraid.

 

[whispering_surrender]

*smiles* Welcome to the club!

My two cents, to use as you will, have been deposited in your feedback mailings.

Whisper

 

[Sugarpuss]

WTGOOOOO Girl.... Welcome to the club. Now... Has anyone told you about the trolls yet?

Yikes! ...the, er, um, trolls?

 

[5extant]

i have written a play what are my options on putting it on the site?

 

[MathGirl]

Originally posted by 5extant i have written a play what are my options on putting it on the site?

Dear 5,
I answered this on another thread, but I'll repeat it here for clarification.

If the play features sheep and/or garderobes it's sure to be a hit, and this is the place for it.

A play about transvestite singing cowboys is probably best kept to yourself.

In any case, it can take up to a week if it's Hogwatchnight.

Epistologically,
MG

 

[5extant]

dear mathgirl
i posted the play 2 days ago i have since discovered it may be too brief. i was concerned that it may not be printed in the form i intended.

in base37 5extant

 

[Quasimodem]

dear mathgirl, i posted the play 2 days ago i have since discovered it may be too brief. i was concerned that it may not be printed in the form i intended. in base37 5extant

In that case, you can always post it in the lists.

I posted my "CocksCravingChicks" Screenplay in "TheHun.com" thread.

[aside] "dear MathGirl?"

 

[MathGirl]

i have since discovered it may be too brief.

Dear Six,
Perhaps you can modify it to boxer format.
Helpfully,
MG

 

[MathGirl]

No, make that a threeble poast

Oh, well, since we're here and the post is wide open, I'll try to find something to elucidate us all. This has been posted before, but verse by Og is always worth a second read. Enjoy.

THE NOBLE GARDEROBE

by The DurtGurl Group

Oh, the garderobe, the noble garderobe,
We sing its praises from here to Latrobe,
You can take your time, there's no need to rush,
And when you're through, you don't have to flush.

When you're medieval, you've got a garderobe,
With your bowels in upheaval, it's the place to unload,
Before the innovation, we crapped in a wooden stall,
Now folks of high station can shit out through the wall.

the Garderobe

Oh when they had to go
Back in the days when Knighthood ruled
They had a place to go,
A kind of hole in the wall for their stool

Under the garderobe
Beneath the rock hard seat
Relaxing on the cold stone
Was hard to beat.

As you stand below
You hear the yeoman grunt and groan
They eat too little roughage
And so they have a rough ride on the throne

Under the garderobe
Beneath the hole in the wall
I'll be stepping rather nmbly
Watching brown things fall...
Invocation

Apollo strum your heavenly lyre
Send me some inspiring fire
Or better still the Muses nine
So that my poetry will rhyme
But if you cannot spare the lot
I’ll make do with what you’ve got.
I rather not have Terpsichore
She needs a clear dance floor.
Erato would be really handy,
Her I’d buy a box of candy.
You can keep the other eight
Because my readers won’t wait.
If you won’t send the nine,
I’ll just lie and cry and whine.
You’ll grant my plea?
O praises be, now we’ll see
To what depths I can sink
In this saga of stink.

Og
She entered the garderobe
Happy in her favorite abode

Lifting her long velvet dress
Never the one to make a mess

She moaned with the rapture of release
At long last her bowels did cease

Alas, there were no pebbles to be seen
Another time for an air dry clean

She skippered out frisky as a dog
Leaving behing a nasty fog


Under the Garderobe<
Oh when they had to go
Back in the days when Knighthood ruled
They had a place to go,
A kind of hole in the wall for their stool
Under the garderobe
Beneath the rock hard seat
Relaxing on the cold stone Was hard to beat.
<BR><BR>As you stand below

You hear the yeoman grunt and groan
They eat too little roughage
And so they have a rough ride on the throne
Under the garderobe
Beneath the hole in the wall
I'll be stepping rather nimbly
Watching brown things fall...

Once a long time ago I read an article
about this rare breed of pervert known as a
"Curly-browner". <BR>These guys hung around public rest
rooms and bus station toilets and would collect samples
of what was left by people who didn't fluch and keep
them in jars in their homes. Make a collection. Don't
ask me why. Some people collect stamps...
<BR><BR>Anyhow, the curly-browners were becoming an
increasing problem in NY bus stations and public
lavatories, becoming a public menace. Don;t you think
they deserve an anthem? Isn't this a job for the
DurtGurl Nation?

The Noble Garderobe

Garderobe of thee I sing;
Muses help my song to wing,
Flying from this wooden seat
Readers’ ears t’assoil or treat.

This garderobe displayed to view
Was built for the privileged few;
Not for folk like you and me,
Nor the jealous bourgeoisie.

To build one it was vital
To own both lands and title.
If you were a common pleb
You had to do it in a shed.

Retainers, both the short and tall
Did it in the corners of the hall.
To outside staff the hall was barred
They had to do it in the yard.

This song is all about the turd
You might think it quite absurd
But poets have to do their thing
And mine is crap. That I sing.

Watch it slither and slide
That helter-skelter ride
To land with a plop
At the end of the drop.

It adds to the heap
That never doth sleep
Watch it turn into ooze
The smell you can’t lose.

The flies and the stench
Helped to repel the French
Who’d cross the Channel
To try their old flannel

On any girl who’d
Enjoy their ways rude.
She say “Oui, maybe”
Then drench them with pee.

The smell we’ve endured
The French it deterred
We know that it works
No Frenchie here lurks.

The pile is immense
Last line of defence
The French were last here?
T’was six hundred year.

But never mind, old chap,
I’ll just have a crap.
It kept off the Kaiser
He’s sadder and wiser.

As for that Hitler
Scared off by our shitter.
Now there’s just the Euro -
Shit’ll keep our pound pure, O.

Crap and tell the story
Of England’s last glory.
We’ll keep our land virgin
By garderobes with turds in.

Now heaven forfend
Seems I’ve got to the end
Raise to Apollo the paean
And thanks, Muses, for peeing.


Revision of pome
I have polished the verse to make it read worse:
Now here you can see the latest from me.

Og

Invocation

Apollo strum your heavenly lyre
Send me some inspiring fire
Or better still the Muses nine
So that my poetry will rhyme.

But if you cannot spare the lot
I’ll make do with what you’ve got.
I rather not have Terpsichore
She needs a clear dance floor.

Erato would be really handy,
Her I’d buy a box of candy.
You can keep the other eight
Because my readers won’t wait.

If you won’t send the nine,
I’ll just lie and cry and whine.
…
…

You’ll grant my plea?
O praises be, now we’ll see
To what depths I can sink
In this chronicle of stink.

The Noble Garderobe

Garderobe of thee I sing;
Muses help my song to wing,
Flying from this wooden seat
Readers’ ears t’assoil or treat.

This garderobe displayed to view
Was built for the privileged few;
Not for folk like you and me,
Nor the jealous bourgeoisie.

To build one it is vital
To own both lands and title.
If you are a common chap
Use somewhere else to crap.

Retainers, both the short and tall
Do it in the corners of the hall.
To outside staff the hall is barred
They have to do it in the yard.

This song is all about the turd
You might think it quite absurd
But poets have to do their thing
And mine is crap. That I sing.

Watch it slither and slide
That helter-skelter ride
To land with a plop
At the end of the drop.

It adds to the heap
That never doth sleep
Watch it turn into ooze
The smell you can’t lose.

The flies and the stench
Help repel the French
Who’ll cross the Channel
To try their old flannel

On any girl who’d
Enjoy their ways rude.
She’ll say “Oui, maybe”
Then drench them with pee.

The smell we’ve endured
The French it deterred
We know that it works
No Frenchie here lurks.

The pile is immense
Last line of defence:
The French were last here?
T’was six hundred year.

But never mind, old chap,
I’ll just have a crap.
It kept off the Kaiser
He’s sadder and wiser.

As for that Hitler
Scared off by our shitter.
Now there’s the Euro -
Shit’ll keep our pound pure, O.

Crap and tell the story
Of England’s last glory.
We’ll keep our land virgin
By garderobes with turds in.

Now heaven forfend
Seems I’ve got to the end
To Apollo the paean:
Thanks, Muses, for peeing.
OG

 

[MathGirl]

Oopsie, dubble poast

Darn

 

[5extant]

Re: Oopsie, dubble poast

Darn

I have now had my first piece published. It is called "Disciplining Sheena's Tongue" and is under mind control or 5extant.

For anybody that does read it, should there be more punctuation?

 

[Quasimodem]

. . . should there be more punctuation?

"Brevity is the soul of punctuation!"