The Convulsing Testicle of Doom!

[FallingToFly]

Yes, I know I have been going on about this for over 12 hours now, but I can't get the mental image out of my head. For some reason, the mental image has shaved balls.

So, the point- we need a thread for the WTELF moments- earworms, mind-fuckage- stuff so incredibly stupid it must be existential philosophy for plankton, moments of random ranting that has no focus, and blurts that are impossible NOT to spam everyone with.

Convulsing testicle (just one, mind) of Doom. I CANNOT get it out of my head... I am seriously considering making it into a .jpg file so I can use it as a background on my computer.

= [ Her rippling, tightening pleasure rode waves over his body; Her nails dug into the flesh of his back which only pushed him further towards his climax. His entire body was laden with sweat, hips moving wildly as they rose together. He gripped her so tightly into his chest without meaning to grip her, clinging to her body and thrusting, lost in his drunkenness. His throat held back language, closing tight into a snarling exhausted growl as she cries his name; Her intoxicating heat making him dizzy with eyes shut, the growl submersed in desperate gasps. It was as if the air was liquid, his lungs couldn't fill quick enough to meet his demand. He was lost in their moment, the first welling of his climax bridging. That ache turned throb had reached down into the pit of him, grabbed at him, pulled him into her. He kept shouting her name, distantly aware it was his voice aloud, no one else's. His thighs squeezed with his thrusts, his greedy hands pulled her hips against him as leaning back he began to ejaculate pushed deep inside her. His gasping breaths came as his hips again and again thrust into her, testicles jerking, convulsing as his hips met her hips that his hands crushed into him. His whipcord muscles along his back pulled his hips up, he was giving her everything he had to give, already irreconcilably lost in the moment. ] =


Yes, I share the mindfuckage. I was laughing so hard the first time that I read that I fell out of my chair. Tell me, I dare you, that this is not one of the more disturbing cum scenes you've ever seen written? And I have to edit it into something that is more erotic than not. *sighing, then giggling* Provided I can stop twitching long enough.

Falling. (out of chairs. Guaranteed.)

 

[Guest]

I just spit out my coffee.

Convulsing Testicle of Doom??????

 

[RogueLurker]

Makes me glad to be a lesbian ...

 

[neonlyte]

I'm stuck on his entire body dripping with sweat I'm imagining soggy soles of the feet

 

[Aurora Black]

I just spit out my coffee.

Convulsing Testicle of Doom??????

Sounds like this morning.

 

[FallingToFly]

I'm stuck on his entire body dripping with sweat I'm imagining soggy soles of the feet

Oh, if I wanted to REALLY scare you, I'd share the whole damn thing.

My cousin and I were having issues trying to finish planning out the actual consumation of two of the characters in our novel.... So that's part of what we came up with, and I now get to write it up as an actual, erotic, sex scene.

Any suggestions? I don't want to spend another 8 hours attempting to plan out 6 pages worth of sex.

 

[Guest]

Sounds like this morning.

Convulsion makes me think of explosion.

http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/sweetsubsarahh/bombing.jpg

 

[Aurora Black]

Convulsion makes me think of explosion.

http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/sweetsubsarahh/bombing.jpg

That's also like this morning.

 

[FallingToFly]

Convulsion makes me think of explosion.

http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b318/sweetsubsarahh/bombing.jpg

Me too... but not the kind of explosion that gets me going.

 

[neonlyte]

Oh, if I wanted to REALLY scare you, I'd share the whole damn thing.

My cousin and I were having issues trying to finish planning out the actual consumation of two of the characters in our novel.... So that's part of what we came up with, and I now get to write it up as an actual, erotic, sex scene.

Any suggestions? I don't want to spend another 8 hours attempting to plan out 6 pages worth of sex.

I'd love to help but I'm struggling trying to disrobe a young conservative (Republican), it goes so much against the grain that she is having to do all the work.

 

[Aurora Black]

I'd love to help but I'm struggling trying to disrobe a young conservative (Republican), it goes so much against the grain that she is having to do all the work.

Good luck on that odyssey. *smirk*

 

[Guest]

I'd love to help but I'm struggling trying to disrobe a young conservative (Republican), it goes so much against the grain that she is having to do all the work.

Slip a twenty into her G.

 

[FallingToFly]

Slip a twenty into her G.

*dying*

Neon: Oh, I know. My newly-sexually-awakened faerie Princess had a slight issue with having to get naked first before the CTD just dry-humped her right through her jeans. It was funny. In a twisted "Hey, YOU'RE the one who started this little tango" way.

*snickerign* Iswear, if this story gets anymore twisted than it already is, I'm just going to do a mercy killing on all of them and scrap the thing.

 

[neonlyte]

Slip a twenty into her G.

It's ok. She got fed up of waiting for me, she's taken the initiative. Smart Gal!

 

[FallingToFly]

I just had some asshole inform me that I was slacking off on my writing- because all I've posted on Lit lately are things they knew I'd already written a while back (I'm pacing myself, you twit).

I wrote 8,000+ words yesterday- NOT counting the damn run through involving my squick of a lifetime.

BACK THE FUCK OFF!!!

Sorry.... my little brother is getting on my nerves in aserious way. But, my thread, my rant. SO THERE!

 

[Guest]

I just had some asshole inform me that I was slacking off on my writing- because all I've posted on Lit lately are things they knew I'd already written a while back (I'm pacing myself, you twit).

I wrote 8,000+ words yesterday- NOT counting the damn run through involving my squick of a lifetime.

BACK THE FUCK OFF!!!

Sorry.... my little brother is getting on my nerves in aserious way. But, my thread, my rant. SO THERE!

I'm trying to write something - anything - and I am constantly interrupted by my young son who is playing SONIC on XBOX and driving me batshit!!!

I don't care that he keeps dying on Skybase Level. Honestly. It matters not to me that he receives zero coins! And I don't care if the boss is in there and he get hit by everything on the ship and . . . . AHHHH!

Ahem.

Hubby is napping out. He mowed lawns today, worked out, and then swam with the kids while I worked out - he's earned the nap.

I hope his son is still alive when he wakes up.

 

[FallingToFly]

I'm trying to write something - anything - and I am constantly interrupted by my young son who is playing SONIC on XBOX and driving me batshit!!!

I don't care that he keeps dying on Skybase Level. Honestly. It matters not to me that he receives zero coins! And I don't care if the boss is in there and he get hit by everything on the ship and . . . . AHHHH!

Ahem.

Hubby is napping out. He mowed lawns today, worked out, and then swam with the kids while I worked out - he's earned the nap.

I hope his son is still alive when he wakes up.

Oh, I completely understand. I have three sons of my own- but they know to wait until Mommy hits enter and the space pops up before asking me for something.

It's my 22 year old brother who is working on getting his ass skinned today.

 

[Guest]

Oh, I completely understand. I have three sons of my own- but they know to wait until Mommy hits enter and the space pops up before asking me for something.

It's my 22 year old brother who is working on getting his ass skinned today.

Bop him between the eyes with a rolled up newspaper.

 

[FallingToFly]

Bop him between the eyes with a rolled up newspaper.

we tried that when housebreaking him...

It didn't work then either.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I don't think it's quite as terrible as you seem to think. I mean, it's bad because it's so overwritten and confused, but on the other hand it has a frantic, frenetic feel that, if you could clean it up, might be very effective in conveying the feel of sexual climax. I mean, it's certainly an ejaculation of words if nothing else. Having the rhythm of the prose match the emotional tempo of the story is a pretty sophisticated trick.

The problem is (aside from some grammatical gaffes) that there's no focus and you're trying to tell us everything at once, sometimes in the same sentence and mixing in these wild and startling images: his actions, his feelings, her actions, her feelings, their thoughts, metaphors, images... all scrambled together without rhyme or reason. In one sentence we get some complicated image of his breathing which is doing this but not doing that while his hips are doing something too and her nails are doing something else again, so finally we can't tell what the hell is going on. The result looks like you wrote this by playing Yahtze with porn images.

Clean it up. See what's happening and take a deep breath and tell us about it.

Speaking of lethal testicles, when I was in 8th grade we all had to write stories and read them in front of the class. One kid read a story about a monster from space that had nine long "testicles" - "Arggghh" he screamed as the monster picked him up in its powerful testicle and crushed the life from his body. Things like that

The teacher was too embarrassed to say anything till about halfway through the story. By that time half of us had sunk down behind our desks and were laughing hysterically.

 

[Svenskaflicka]

So, the point- we need a thread for the WTELF moments- earworms, mind-fuckage- stuff so incredibly stupid it must be existential philosophy for plankton, moments of random ranting that has no focus, and blurts that are impossible NOT to spam everyone with.

And the difference between this thread and ABS is..?

 

[Guest]

I don't think it's quite as terrible as you seem to think. I mean, it's bad because it's so overwritten and confused, but on the other hand it has a frantic, frenetic feel that, if you could clean it up, might be very effective in conveying the feel of sexual climax. I mean, it's certainly an ejaculation of words if nothing else. Having the rhythm of the prose match the emotional tempo of the story is a pretty sophisticated trick.

The problem is (aside from some grammatical gaffes) that there's no focus and you're trying to tell us everything at once, sometimes in the same sentence and mixing in these wild and startling images: his actions, his feelings, her actions, her feelings, their thoughts, metaphors, images... all scrambled together without rhyme or reason. In one sentence we get some complicated image of his breathing which is doing this but not doing that while his hips are doing something too and her nails are doing something else again, so finally we can't tell what the hell is going on. The result looks like you wrote this by playing Yahtze with porn images.

Clean it up. See what's happening and take a deep breath and tell us about it.

Speaking of lethal testicles, when I was in 8th grade we all had to write stories and read them in front of the class. One kid read a story about a monster from space that had nine long "testicles" - "Arggghh" he screamed as the monster picked him up in its powerful testicle and crushed the life from his body. Things like that

The teacher was too embarrassed to say anything till about halfway through the story. By that time half of us had sunk down behind our desks and were laughing hysterically.

Excellent.

 

[FallingToFly]

And the difference between this thread and ABS is..?

It's mine!

Because I am just that damn vain.

Dr. MAbeuse- merci mille. I actually -didn't write that particular triumph, my co-author did in the process of brainstorming through a scene. In our own odd and disjointed way. I have the joy of rewrites, though (She has more creative flickers of insanity, I make poetry out of papercuts) so I just had to share. We were both laughing hysterically at it, even while she was writing it.

 

[arienette]

It's mine!

Because I am just that damn vain.

Dr. MAbeuse- merci mille. I actually -didn't write that particular triumph, my co-author did in the process of brainstorming through a scene. In our own odd and disjointed way. I have the joy of rewrites, though (She has more creative flickers of insanity, I make poetry out of papercuts) so I just had to share. We were both laughing hysterically at it, even while she was writing it.

You're so vain.
You probably think this thread is about you
don't you?
Don't you?

 

[FallingToFly]

You're so vain.
You probably think this thread is about you
don't you?
Don't you?

Of course I do!! But it has room for other people to be worshipped as well.

*does the snoopy dance and giggles*