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This is a place to post random snippets of unconnected writing.

Recently I have enjoyed writing them on lit and figured I would collect them here rather than polluting the rest of the boards.

I'll start by adding ones I've already written.

Feel free to join me or comment. They can be dirty or not. No topic.
 
From a thread where I was challenged to write an existential dick story:


Advanced Interrogation

The halls of the NSA headquarters were drab, pragmatic. It could be almost any office building in America from the inside.

Agent Smith was at home here. Like the office, he was unassuming, normal. But only in terms of appearance. He stormed down the hall and slammed open an unmarked door. "Have you got him talking yet?"

"Not yet." Agent Parker shook her head.

"This is your last chance," agent Smith growled, loosening his tie. "How do your Iranian friends plan to attack the United States of America?"

The brown-skinned man behind the interrogation table cleared his throat. "Dude, I told you guys, I'm from Michigan..."

"Enough of your shit!" Smith shouted, grabbing the man by the collar and dragging him into the hallway.

Agent Parker followed, running to keep up. "Sir, no. Sir, not again!"

Smith wasn't slowing down. He wouldn't be stopped. He reached a heavy, metal door and tossed the man inside. The door closed with a click as it locked automatically.

"Oh...oh god, what the hell is this?" The man's voice was muffled behind the door.

Smith stood tall, puffing out his chest. "Son, on the walls of that room is every dick pic ever gathered by the fine men and women of the NSA. Every time a horny teenager texts his girlfriend, we see it. Every time a lonely husband emails his wife from work, we see it. Every time a sad basement dweller photographs his pathetic meat popsicle and sends it to a woman he's hardly spoken to, thinking she'll miraculously fall in love with it, we see it." Agent Smith chuckled. "And now...you. See. It. You see them all."

There was pounding on the door. "This isn't cool, guys! This can't be legal! Let me out of here!"

Parker shook her head. "Sir, after last time-"

Smith cut her off with a wave of his hand. "It's hardly been a minute. His dick pic exposure is only that of the average female twitter-user's DM box."

A muffled scream came from beyond the door. "There's mine! Oh god, there's mine..."

Smith smiled. "I'll bet you regret texting that to Andrea in college now, don't you?"

"This is fucking sick! Why do you save these?! What gives you the right?"

Smith turned to Parker. "Hear that? He hates our freedom."

The pounding on the door turned to clawing. The screams turned to one singular wail. A meaningless, hollow sound. Some may have mistaken it as a shriek of pain, but it was the sound of all feeling besides pain draining away. Soon the shriek turned to sobs, and then to gurgles.

Parker was white as a sheet. "Sir, we need to get him out of there! It's been five minutes! His dick pic exposure is on par with Beyonce's Instagram messages!"

Smith finally opened the door. The man was on the floor. Tears and blood ran down his face from where he had tried to claw his eyes. Some of the dick pics had been torn from the wall and were lodged in his throat. His lifeless body flaccid, like so many of the pictures on that wretched, veiny wall.

Smith shook his head. "Another one, choked on dick."
 
One last dirty one. Not a request, just one final thing rattling around to get down.


Forced Orgasm

We've been seeing each other for some time now. There's lots of touching, kissing, fondling. But we've never gone further. I've never been between her legs. She always blushes and brushes me away.

Tonight is no different, and I try again. She blushes and grabs my wrist. "You'll...you'll have to hold me down if you want..."

I grin. That's not a problem. I shove her panties down around her knees and grab both of her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head.

She groans. "Don't...don't look..."

I look.

She has thick dark hair, already slightly matted with her wetness. She has the most gorgeous lips I've ever seen, swollen and open like some obscene flower.

"You're embarrassed of this?"

She squints her eyes closed and nods.

"Why?"

"My lips are so, so...I'm sorry..."

I smile and run a finger over her wet slit, sending a shiver through her I can feel in her still-pinned wrists. "Never apologize for your body again."

She squirms.

I continue. "It's lovely and soft and wet. Any man could lose himself here." I rub her clit in slow circles with one finger. "It's the greatest gift you could ever give me. Perfect pink, wet petals. Hungry. Open." I keep rubbing. One finger. Slow. Teasing. "And best of all, it's yours. I love it because it's a part of you and it gives you pleasure." I rub faster. "That feels good, doesn't it?"

Her breathing is ragged now, mouth slightly open. She groans. "If you keep going you'll make me...make me..."

"Make you into a helpless, wet, writhing thing? That's a good girl."

Her face is a grimace. "I...I'm losing..."

I take my hand off her wrists. Her clit is all I need to keep her helpless now. As I rub her faster I stroke her hair and whisper in her ear. "It's ok. Just let go, just let go..."

With a deep groan her legs go straight and her whole body quivers, soaking my fingers.

But I don't stop. I slip two fingers into her and fuck her with them. Her thighs close and she tries to squirm away. I pin her down with my free arm as I make her feel it.

She screams now.

Bucking and writhing. Shaking her head from side to side as I tame her clenching cunt.

Finally she collapses into the bed, eyes fluttering, attempting speach but managing only broken syllables. I hold her close and kiss her head, and tell her what a good girl she is.
 
I love walking at night. Darkness and silence like a blanket. The streets made all the more empty by how crowded they are in the day. In the end, every audience is an audience of one. A singular stage for each of us, the emptiness hidden by screams and laughter. But here, alone, the emptiness has nowhere to hide. The place I was before I was born, and will gladly return to. Just a brief howl in the night.
 
One last dirty one. Not a request, just one final thing rattling around to get down.


Forced Orgasm

We've been seeing each other for some time now. There's lots of touching, kissing, fondling. But we've never gone further. I've never been between her legs. She always blushes and brushes me away.

Tonight is no different, and I try again. She blushes and grabs my wrist. "You'll...you'll have to hold me down if you want..."

I grin. That's not a problem. I shove her panties down around her knees and grab both of her wrists in one hand, holding them above her head.

She groans. "Don't...don't look..."

I look.

She has thick dark hair, already slightly matted with her wetness. She has the most gorgeous lips I've ever seen, swollen and open like some obscene flower.

"You're embarrassed of this?"

She squints her eyes closed and nods.

"Why?"

"My lips are so, so...I'm sorry..."

I smile and run a finger over her wet slit, sending a shiver through her I can feel in her still-pinned wrists. "Never apologize for your body again."

She squirms.

I continue. "It's lovely and soft and wet. Any man could lose himself here." I rub her clit in slow circles with one finger. "It's the greatest gift you could ever give me. Perfect pink, wet petals. Hungry. Open." I keep rubbing. One finger. Slow. Teasing. "And best of all, it's yours. I love it because it's a part of you and it gives you pleasure." I rub faster. "That feels good, doesn't it?"

Her breathing is ragged now, mouth slightly open. She groans. "If you keep going you'll make me...make me..."

"Make you into a helpless, wet, writhing thing? That's a good girl."

Her face is a grimace. "I...I'm losing..."

I take my hand off her wrists. Her clit is all I need to keep her helpless now. As I rub her faster I stroke her hair and whisper in her ear. "It's ok. Just let go, just let go..."

With a deep groan her legs go straight and her whole body quivers, soaking my fingers.

But I don't stop. I slip two fingers into her and fuck her with them. Her thighs close and she tries to squirm away. I pin her down with my free arm as I make her feel it.

She screams now.

Bucking and writhing. Shaking her head from side to side as I tame her clenching cunt.

Finally she collapses into the bed, eyes fluttering, attempting speach but managing only broken syllables. I hold her close and kiss her head, and tell her what a good girl she is.

Ummm... yeah. That.
:heart:
 
I take my hand off her wrists. Her clit is all I need to keep her helpless now. As I rub her faster I stroke her hair and whisper in her ear. "It's ok. Just let go, just let go..."

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck! :eek:

*hyperventilates*

I kinda feel like that should have come with a warning.

:eek:
 
I love walking at night. Darkness and silence like a blanket. The streets made all the more empty by how crowded they are in the day. In the end, every audience is an audience of one. A singular stage for each of us, the emptiness hidden by screams and laughter. But here, alone, the emptiness has nowhere to hide. The place I was before I was born, and will gladly return to. Just a brief howl in the night.

This speaks to me. And I'm happy to see your av is back.
 
I love walking at night. Darkness and silence like a blanket. The streets made all the more empty by how crowded they are in the day. In the end, every audience is an audience of one. A singular stage for each of us, the emptiness hidden by screams and laughter. But here, alone, the emptiness has nowhere to hide. The place I was before I was born, and will gladly return to. Just a brief howl in the night.

I'm a little embarrassed to say I missed this. Not entirely sure why. :eek:

Lovely, moving, visceral.

And, I agree with emsway on the return of the original AV.
 
It's all fake. Just pretend.

They don't realize it yet. They keep paying me. Maybe if I don't say anything, I'll be alright?

How can they not see?

I never grew up. I shouldn't be allowed to do this. I just want to finish so I can go home and play video games.

But one by one the cracks show. People slip. They're petty. Greedy. Lazy. They're all just pretending too.

I'm not the lie. Adulthood is the lie.

Adulthood is just a spook story your parents told you so you would do your homework. There is no beginning and no end, no transition, no magical separation. Just a bunch of overly tall children who are allowed to operate motor vehicles for some reason.



Fuck this noise, I'm going to watch porn and play Zelda all night.
 
Eh, I'll bite.



Mulligan: I'd Use Him Better

Hand and foot bound to the bed. Just one. I'd brush his hair back from his face and kiss his forehead.

'Don't touch me. Don't touch yourself.'

I'd lick and suck his earlobe, shoulder, the base of his throat until he moaned. Swing my breasts above his mouth.

'Remember these? You can't have them.'

Lick and suck his nipples. Pinch one, pulling it out until his breath catches. Clamping it with a binder clip and watching his face as the discomfort spreads...
 
I hope you come back soon and write more of these thingamabobs. Desperately.

:kiss:
 
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