Similes and Metaphors.

[shereads]

OOC: I don't remember the difference between a simile and a metaphor, wishful, but if you can describe something by comparing it to a something, you can do this. (His unit was as thick as his skull; her eyes were as green as a jar of mayonnaise that was opened last June and shoved to the back of the refrigerator...) Ooh. I'll use that.

IC:

Mother Domina's eyes were as green and mysterious as a jar of mayonnaise that was opened last June and shoved to the back of the refrigerator, shoved like the school nerd at a bully convention.

 

[cloudy]

I couldn't remember the difference either, so I looked it up.

simile - a figure of speech that expresses a resemblance between things of different kinds (usually formed with `like' or `as')

metaphor - # A figure of speech in which a word or phrase that ordinarily designates one thing is used to designate another, thus making an implicit comparison, as in “a sea of troubles” or “All the world's a stage” (Shakespeare).
# One thing conceived as representing another; a symbol: “Hollywood has always been an irresistible, prefabricated metaphor for the crass, the materialistic, the shallow, and the craven” (Neal Gabler).

 

[mcfbridge]

And between her legs a fountain was developing, from which honey flowed forth.

 

[Cherrie]

The fact that she wanted him...needed him was as obvious as a Bulldogs bollocks!

 

[cloudy]

Mother Domina turned her green gaze on me and I felt like a butterfly pinned to a mat.

 

[mcfbridge]

And Father's lightning rod was beginning to send shocks all through my body.

 

[Lucifer_Carroll]

My eyes darted between them, fluttering like a Thompson gun of lust and their statuesque poses teased me like the running of a feather along my most intimate spaces.

 

[Honey123]

I could not move, like a tree who's roots were driven deep into the soil, waiting, watching with baited breath.

 

[mcfbridge]

Father began thrusting faster and faster, his rod firing in and out like the pistons on a finely tuned engine.

 

[shereads]

That's when Elvis, the convent janitor, swung open the door and intruded on our threesome like the proverbial fourth wheel...or something.

 

[shereads]

Elvis was as bald as an eight-ball, as sly as a billiards hustler, and his cue stick was so eager to get into the game, it had torn through the fabric of his overalls like a pickaxe in loose rubble.



OOC: I apologize for the consecutive posts. It's a stalling tactic. I'm procrastinating some work.

 

[Honey123]

But when Elvis spoke his voice was like a boy going through puberty, it cracked through the air like a whip against a horse's ass, as he said "Hey, Elvis is in the building!"

 

[shereads]

Elvis was an enormous, Mt. St. Helens of a man; the Hulk Hogan of janitors; a towering inferno of custodial skill, testosterone and festering sexual need, trapped by his dead-end job in the cloistered confines of our...cloister, like a rogue coyote in a steel-jaw leghold trap.

 

[Guest]

His presence in the cloister had a hypnotic affect on those around him, people began to gyrate and shimmy, their inhibitions gone like Adam and Eve, sex hung heavy in the air like an old man’s wrinkled testicles

**ok.. ive lost it, whatever it was**

 

[Honey123]

Bianca was dancing like a cat on a hot tin roof, her body moving, like a flag waving in the wind, she was breath-taking!

 

[Guest]

Elvis stopped dancing but his gut still jiggled like a bowl full of jelly, he slobbered like a dog in heat....

 

[Honey123]

But Bianca was like a kid strung on dope, her eyes closed and her body shaking like a leaf ready to fall of a branch.

 

[Guest]

he reached out to her like a man drawing his last breath, clutched his chest erm... like a man in pain, he had to have this dancing diva like she were his antidote to a poisonous snake bite

 

[Honey123]

His touch burned Bianca's skin, like a match to a cigarette, setting her on fire, her eyes snapped open like a women seeing an old man's testicles blowing in the breeze.


(LOL -- Sorry sorry sorry!!!!!)

 

[Guest]

her laughter erupted like st. helen's, she gasped for breath and struggled to collect herself like a parishoner durning a damn long sermon.

(roflmao, honey!)

 

[Honey123]

"What is that" Bianca asked, giggling like a school girl seeing her first naked body, "That's gotta be jelly, 'cause jam, don't shake!"

 

[Guest]

“why dahlin, that’s my hunk o hunk o burnin luuuv” he drawled like a drunk southern minister whilst tossing his head, trying to look like the sex god he always thought he was…

 

[Honey123]

And it worked, because Bianca fell to her knees like a priest begging for forgiveness for the Lord on High, and took him in her mouth, like a hooker walking the street of New York on hot, sultry night.



(ROFLMAO--- Hunk o Hunk o Hunk of burning love!!! -- Oh My God!!!!!!)

 

[Guest]

her mouth was full of his man meat, like a petulent child eating candy, spittal was flying every where like rain hitting a fan...

 

[Subo97]

Elvis gripped her hair like Ebeneezer Scrooge crawling his way out of his spectral created gravel, leaned his head back and exhaled a moan as he buried his manhood in her mouth like a weasel escaping a thunderstorm.