Similes and Metaphors.

[Guest]

he stammered like a school boy, but found the confidence of a man and uttered "I must have you"

 

[raphy]

Abruptly, her manner changed, like a switch flicked in her consciousness.

 

[Honey123]

She smiled at him, knowing her smile could melt icebergs and said, "Where do you want me?"

 

[Guest]

like a gambler addicted to one last roll, he was going for broke, "where ever i can get you."

 

[Honey123]

Never missing a beat, like a drummer on a roll, she replied, "Here, under the willow tree"

 

[shereads]

"Here under the willow tree, like a couple of squirrels in heat who can't keep their paws off of each other's bulges and/or breasts long enough to get a room?"

 

[Honey123]

Bianca laughs, the noise sounding like church bells ringing during high mass and says, "That's right. Right here and right now."

 

[Honey123]

....sorry

 

[Guest]

he rips at his tie as if were on fire, touching her would be the balm to his burning flesh "anything for you."

 

[gauchecritic]

With his shirt tails flapping in the wind like a three rig galley he hoisted his mainbrace to her wide eyed gaze, eagerly anticipating his first view of her crow's nest.

 

[shereads]

Bianca tumbled to the ground like a beautiful sack of potatoes, quickly reverting to past tense as she struggled to remove a skirt that fit her like a second skin.

 

[shereads]

OOC commentary

"Famine and pestilence stalk our land like two giant stalking things."

~ Blackadder

Is that a metaphor or a simile? I forget.

 

[gauchecritic]

Unfortunately, being a vapid, tasteless, air-head her skirt was bri-nylon and, wriggling like a snake shucking skin, only served to tighten the dress in an electro-magnetic dynamism like on Popeye's flexed, spinach induced muscles.

 

[shereads]

Meanwhile, approaching as stealthily as a Stealth Bomber piloted by a mute secret agent dressed in camouflage and hidden between two Boeing 747s in heavy cloud-cover, a man from Bianca's past waited with the patience of Job for the right moment to reveal himself.

 

[Guest]

I watched that bibber, Bianca, and her blockish bloke from my convent cell's window, worrying my rosary beads, trying to unexcite my perky pert nipples which felt like hen’s beaks trying to poke through my grey serge habit's bodice, now damp and emitting odours of the criminally carnal lust that penetrated my flared nostrils with the gross pungency of a broodmare in heat.

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p.s. to Sher: re. "Famine and pestilence stalk our land like two giant stalking things." That's a simile, the clue is use of like.

 

[gauchecritic]

But habits are hard to break, specially the grey serge kind, so taking a handy blade, I sliced through the material like a knife through butter, accidentally snapping my rosary at the same time sending beads skittering across the parquet floor like jism on the hot plate of love.

 

[mcfbridge]

Father walked in just then, and his eyes popped like corn at the movies.



Bibber???

 

[raphy]

His eyes weren't the only things getting bigger though, as the front of his pants showed. At the sight of my perky breasts freed from their confining habit, his cock was rising as steadily and surely as the sun in the morning.

 

[cloudy]

My animal lust flowed over me like sand flowing down a dune, and I lunged like a duck for a junebug for the bulge in his pants.

(sorry, I couldn't resist the duck thing)

 

[shereads]

His manhood sprang forth like a tightly coiled Slinky toy, and stood as tall and proud as the Statue of Liberty, only less girl-y.

 

[Guest]

Father Phallixor, “What is that?” I exclaimed while swooning and falling down to my knees like the blessed virgin herself, only I wasn’t a virgin—I was a phoney-baloney nun, a hypocrite of the lowest order; I was Satan’s bride—a slut in serge and horsehair girdle, as I scratched the twin haystacks of my heaving bosom as if looking for the proverbial needle.


Edited to add: bibber is a heavy drinker.

 

[mcfbridge]

Father's lust burst forth like an erupting volcano. He was a force of nature that could no longer be contained. With an animalistic growl, the human animal released his throbbing organ and siezed the nun like a lion siezing his prey.

 

[Virtual_Burlesque]

The animal rutted like a pig!

 

[Guest]

While impaled by the pious phallis, I saw Mother Domina entering my cell, her pale pianist hands holding firmly our order's antique 'cat', swishing its tails like a proud putana's headress at Carnivale.

 

[wishfulthinking]

You guys are good. Unfortunately I must have skipped school the day they were teaching similies, pronouns, nouns, adjectives, spelling! I have no clue what they are, I just write in blissful ignorance. I hated english at school, and I now regret I didn't pay more attention.