The Dirtiest Stories

[Boxlicker101]

I believe I write the dirtiest stories on Lit. They are 100% smut, and not just ordinary smut. They are 100% dirty, filthy smut, with not a speck of redeeming social qualities. They are 100% dirty, filthy smut, using contemporary community standards of anywhere in the world, from Amsterdam to Tiajuana. I challenge anybody to write stories as dirty as mine.

 

[Dirt Man]

Don't ya just love a specialist?


As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man

 

[Guest]

Nyet.

Perdita

 

[wishfulthinking]

That's a big claim to make!

Define 'dirty' - has to be more than contemporary community standards and no redeeming social value! There has to be in there somewhere that it would get some one off every time, guaranteed.

 

[Boxlicker101]

That's a big claim to make!

Define 'dirty' - has to be more than contemporary community standards and no redeeming social value! There has to be in there somewhere that it would get some one off every time, guaranteed.

I know it's a big claim to make but I am fearlessly making it anyhow.

"Dirty" or "smutty", like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder. I don't know of anybody personally, but there are probably people who consider the Dick and Jane series to be pornographic. However, such people would probably be struck blind if they ever read anything on Lit. so I am not interested in them.

When I say there are no redeeming social qualities, that is hyperbole. Some people could probably find some. For instance, the characters always practice safe sex. In two stories I strongly advocate accepting transexuals as being the gender they live as.

I'm not sure what you mean about getting someone off every time, guaranteed. I will say this: A person who wants to get off from reading written, non-illustrated pornography will get off on my stories, providing that person reads the stories that are written for him or her. Obviously, I don't mean from reading ONLY; there would have to be some manual manipulation also. They will get such a person hard or wet, depending on gender and after that the reader would have to do the rest.

 

[wishfulthinking]

I'm only teasing.

 

[Gary Chambers]

He's serious. I finally got around to reading one the other day. Boxlicker is right. He's absolutely disgusting. Don't get too close to the screen when reading Boxlicker, you might catch something. Not only do his charcaters need to wear rubbers, his readers do too. My father used to tell me a story about eating in a p.o.w. camp during the Second Great Insanity. Boxlicker's filth reminds me of that story.

P.O.W. 1 : My God! This is shit!

P.O.W. 2 : Yes, but damned well cooked.

 

[Icingsugar]

Yup. It's pure filth. But I've read worse.

Since bxl-style smut (or worse) is not my bag, I haven't really tried to memorize where, who, what and when, but it was on Lit. If I can be arsed, I'll go dig it up. But I doubt it.

/Ice

 

[wishfulthinking]

He's serious. I finally got around to reading one the other day. Boxlicker is right. He's absolutely disgusting. Don't get too close to the screen when reading Boxlicker, you might catch something. Not only do his charcaters need to wear rubbers, his readers do too. My father used to tell me a story about eating in a p.o.w. camp during the Second Great Insanity. Boxlicker's filth reminds me of that story.

P.O.W. 1 : My God! This is shit!

P.O.W. 2 : Yes, but damned well cooked.

That cracked me up!

P.O.W.3: It's the only way to have it.

 

[Couture]

I believe I write the dirtiest stories on Lit. They are 100% smut, and not just ordinary smut. They are 100% dirty, filthy smut, with not a speck of redeeming social qualities. They are 100% dirty, filthy smut, using contemporary community standards of anywhere in the world, from Amsterdam to Tiajuana. I challenge anybody to write stories as dirty as mine.

....you think those are dirty? When I grew up, we used to read stories like that in the Sunday paper...in the religion section ... and then we'd discuss them over the dinner table.

Yes, those were the good old days. You could leave your door unlocked ... without having to worry about a brother or sister or two hopping into bed and sodomizing you.

 

[Guest]

Ah, but have you written any tentacle porn?

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Ah, but have you written any tentacle porn?

Can you write tentacle porn? I thought that was apurely visual Japornimation invention?

-Colly

 

[Guest]

Can you write tentacle porn? I thought that was apurely visual Japornimation invention?

-Colly

Yep, it can be written, and has been written many times, I've even written some. I've been conditioned to appreciate the finer points of TP. Having a hubby and best mate who are both half Japanese helps.

It was part of my NaNo novel, I'll post an excerpt if anyone is interested.

I know Wills has written a tentacle porn story, which he has published at Lit.

Lou

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Yep, it can be written, and has been written many times, I've even written some. I've been conditioned to appreciate the finer points of TP. Having a hubby and best mate who are both half Japanese helps.

It was part of my NaNo novel, I'll post an excerpt if anyone is interested.

I know Wills has written a tentacle porn story, which he has published at Lit.

Lou

I'm interested

-Colly

 

[raphy]

I'm interested

-Colly

That doesn't surprise me..

Goddamn, Colly, that's a hell of an AV

 

[Colleen Thomas]

That doesn't surprise me..

Goddamn, Colly, that's a hell of an AV

Thanks Raphy

One of my favorite artists

-Colly

 

[Guest]

I'm interested

-Colly

Ok, you asked for it.

First of all, apologies for hijacking your thread, Boxlicker, I'm sure it will get back on track soon.

Secondly, I must post a *DISCLAIMER*
My novel is an erotic horror. This excerpt is a hardcore example of the horror element. It isn't supposed to be erotic, although some might find it to be. DO NOT read if you don't have a strong stomach. This excerpt includes an alien (pretty obviously) and it performs some pretty heinous acts. But, that's horror!

Excerpt from RLK, by Katie Spicer © 2003

(Three friends have just entered an underground complex, they are searching for some other friends of theirs, who have gone missing.)

“Quick, through here,” called Kat.

“Are you sure? I mean we don’t want to walk into a trap,” asked Andy.

“Look, I’m positive, trust me, please.”

“Yeah, ok, you’ve not led us into danger yet, I suppose.”

“Oh, thanks for your vote of confidence,” she said, with that unmistakable hint of sarcasm in her voice. “Just get in here; we could be spotted at any moment.”

As Kat dashed into the room with the other two she heard a stern voice call out “Halt! Whoever you are, stay right there. I am armed.”

“Oh shit,” said Andy.

“Quite,” said Jack.

“Just calm down, we’ll be ok,” said Kat, drawing a long bladed knife from the waist of her jeans. “I told you I was prepared.”

“You be careful,” said Andy, worryingly glancing at the carving knife.

“Just stay still. I’ll stand next to the door and as soon as whoever it is enters I’ll stab them.”

“What if there’s more than one?” Jack asked, whispering now and fully aware that the person could enter the room at any moment.

“Good point, and don’t you think it might be better if we didn’t kill whoever it is. We might be able to capture them, and then force him to help us, at knife point,” said Andy.

“Hmmm, that’s an idea,” Kat agreed. “Right, in that case, Andy, you stand the other side of the door and get ready to grab him. As soon as you’ve got hold of him I’ll show him the knife then hold it to his throat.”

“Agreed,” said Andy.

“I’ll just stand over here and be ready to intervene if Andy needs help,” said Jack.

“Cool,” said Kat. And stared at the door. It wasn’t the kind of door that opened out or in, it was a sliding door, so the man wouldn’t be able to burst through the door, they’d hear the whoosh of the hydraulics first.

They waited. And waited. Still the door didn’t open.

“He wouldn’t have walked off, would he?” asked Andy.

“Doubtful,” said Jack.

“I hope there’s not another way in we don’t know about, a silent way,” they all turned and looked behind them as Kat said that.

Jack, being further back in the room, saved Kat and Andy’s life, although it’s doubtful he realized it, his end happened so fast. His cries of pain and screams of agony were echoing around the room before they realized what had happened. Kat glanced in Jack’s direction and what she saw made her retch. One of the beings was behind him and his outstretched arm and hand, which now resembled a tentacle, had gone straight through Jack’s back and out of his stomach.

“Run!” cried Andy. “Kat, will you move it! We can’t save him now.”

“Oh my…” Kat stepped back as Jack began spewing blood from his mouth, he was gurgling, trying to speak, but all that came out were garbled sounds. He’s hands reached out, toward Kat, pleading for her to help him. She was rooted to the spot. Andy pulled on the top of her arm, trying to get her out of the room.

She started to move, but then Andy’s tugging met a strong resistance. “Shit! It’s got my leg!” she cried out. She looked down and saw the bloody tentacle, pulled from Jack’s twitching body, coiling around her ankle. The creature’s other arm whip across the room and connected with her right hand, knocking the knife from it. “Fuck. Do something, Andy!” she roared at him.

He jumped forward and tried to stomp on the creature’s flailing limb, but missed. The creature whipped it up and connected with the underside of Andy’s chin, knocking him flying backwards across the room. Kat heard a loud thump, then a grunt. Andy remained still.

Kat glanced back at the creature, whose four limbs had all now elongated to form tentacles. Its mouth was salivating, with spittle dribbling down its chin, and his eyes were cold and hard. Its other tentacle arm began coiling around her other ankle and she felt her legs being dragged out from beneath her. She tried to kick, to free herself, but its grip was too tight. She bent her knees and tried to lean forward, attempting to thump at the appendages with her fists. To no avail. It gave one sharp tug and her rump hit the floor.

She bucked and twisted, and thrashed her arms, but one of its abnormally elongated legs reached out and wrapped around her right wrist, then her left and held her in position. Its final limb grabbed the top of her jeans and with tremendous speed and power ripped them from her body. She tried to scream, but nothing would come out.

The pointed tentacle moved her thong out of the way and stroked her sex. Kat was still writhing and bucking, but this sent shivers through her body. It flicked lightly at her labia and clit, and then moved down to her perineum and finally her anus. She tried to clench her buttocks together, but the tentacle was a powerful muscle and forced its way to her hole. The tiny point tickled at her puckered anus, circling around it, playing with her. Kat relented with her resistance; she was too tired to fight and thought it best to relax as much as she could.

As the tentacle began raping her anus she tried to block out the burning pain, by screwing her eyes closed and gritting her teeth. To her horror she began to feel something entering her cunt. Kat opened her eyes and saw the hungry beast leaning over her, and its spittle dropped onto her face, making her gag. She looked down and saw its cock protruding from its stomach, and probing its way into her sex. The tentacle continued to force its way in and out of her burning anus. It slammed its cock into her up to the hilt. That’s when she let out a deafening scream.

Kat glanced towards Andy, in desperate hope he’d been roused. He was gone; he wasn’t lying in that spot any more. Her eyes searched the room, trying to find him and when she looked up she saw him looming above the creature, knife pointing downwards, directed at the back of its neck. Yes! She screamed inside her head.

Andy brought the knife down, and with the first blow took it out of action. Blood erupted from its mouth, covering Kat, and it let out a weird moaning noise. Its appendages stopped thrusting into her as Andy continued to stab it over and over again. Finally, he pulled it off and completely out of her, then fell down on the ground beside her, completely exhausted. They looked at each other, then threw their arms around one another, and hugged tight.

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Thanks for the excerpt Lou Lou

You will have to let me know when the whole thing is ready to read

*Hugs*

-Colly

 

[Guest]

Box, I read one of your 'hot' stories (about the woman who visits a friend and they roleplay naughty schoolgirl) and enjoyed it; it was well written with good humor too and I was surprised to like the male character more than the female, but it's not what I'd call dirty, esp. not at Lit. I did vote.

Perdita

 

[Boxlicker101]

Box, I read one of your 'hot' stories (about the woman who visits a friend and they roleplay naughty schoolgirl) and enjoyed it; it was well written with good humor too and I was surprised to like the male character more than the female, but it's not what I'd call dirty, esp. not at Lit. I did vote.

Perdita

Hi, Dita. Thanks for the feedback. The story is named "I Keep Tracy After School", and I am glad you liked the male character, George Boxlicker. He is a very likable character, based on what I wish my life had been like. The attitudes and opinions expressed by him are mine. Mr. Crabby is just a name used in the role-play.

All my stories are like that, mutually enjoyable, affectionate sex, even the non-consent are role-playing. There is never any violence and everybody enjoys themselves, especially the women. Had the opportunity been there, that's what my sex life would have been like.

I still think that, within my self-imposed limitations, I write the dirtiest, at least the most X-rated, stories on Lit.

 

[Dirt Man]

I still think that, within my self-imposed limitations, I write the dirtiest, at least the most X-rated, stories on Lit.

Ah, I think, therefore I am. Good come back Boxy.

As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man

 

[Gary Chambers]

I still think that, within my self-imposed limitations, I write the dirtiest, at least the most X-rated, stories on Lit.

I've already stated my support for Box's outrageous claim, and so far I'm standing by it. Last night, however, I read Naughty Marlene by Pops. He created a woman so insatiable he literally defies you to have any sympathy for her, and subjects her to sexual abuse by two rough lovers one of whom is a borderline sex offender. You come out at the end with an uneasy feeling of disgust mixed with an excitement you have to stop and question in yourself. Box sets out to be just plain dirty without any other purpose, and reaches that goal, but Perdita is right that there's stiff competition out there. I'm gong to shower and scrub now because ever since enjoying Naughty Marlene I've been feeling filthy beyond the norm.

 

[Dirt Man]

I still think that, within my self-imposed limitations, I write the dirtiest, at least the most X-rated, stories on Lit.

And you obviously haven't read any of my filth. LOL

As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man

 

[Colleen Thomas]

And you obviously haven't read any of my filth. LOL

As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man

Have to agree here, for pure fith DM takes the cake. Not a knock on his work, but whooeee canhe tell a dirty story

-Colly

 

[Boxlicker101]

And you obviously haven't read any of my filth. LOL

As Always
I Am the
Dirt Man

Hi, DM. I just read two of your stories and voted and left PC's. They were good and smutty, both of them but I think mine are dirtier. The two I read, the one about the billiards games and the incest story had too long a buildup to where they got to the smut, although I have to admit some of mine do too.