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Well I am sorry, but if I copy and paste the whole http://... thing into the address bar, I get the picture pulled up? I donn know what else to do. The geocite fucks won't answer my help request. So whatever.
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Angie, I did the copy and paste thing, and the picture came up for me. It's a great pic. Lotta possibilities. 
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Angie darling, make sure there are no spaces in the url, particurlarly between the tags. That was your problem, and the problem of those clicking on the link. No spaces. :)
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OK, I'm not pouting but I am laying on the floor kicking my heels and sounding like a whipped puppy girl. Nobody is posting an Inspiration? No even me!
Well my heels are sore now so I gotta go.
Well my heels are sore now so I gotta go.
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I didn't forget you, Angie!
The old book smelled of mildew, and dust particles wafted into the air as I carefully turned to the page I wanted. After checking to make sure I had everything I needed, I began the ritual. The directions were very specific and I followed them to the letter. I had never done anything like this before, and I think part of me didn't expect it to work, because I was stunned when the earth shook and smoke billowed all around me. That was when I had some second thoughts, but of course it was too late to turn back. The smoke was very thick and smelled like rotten eggs. I gagged and covered my mouth and nose with my free hand. My eyes watered as I tried to see through the haze. The book fell unheeded from my numb fingers. I trembled, wondering just what I had gotten myself into.
Finally the smoke cleared enough for me to see what was in front of me. My eyes bugged out and my jaw dropped open. I forgot all about my fear and the acrid stench. There before me, on a kind of stone outcropping, lay a gorgeous blonde. Sunglasses hid her eyes and she was wearing a red bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her body had curves that would make a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model slit her wrists. I had always considered myself strictly hetero, but the sight of her instantly made me wet. I felt a powerful impulse to kneel before her and bury my face between her legs. The only thing stopping me from doing so was the ugly brown thing at her side, applying suntan lotion to her back. Long, lean and armor-plated, it looked like a cross between a dog and a cockroach. Its eyes were the color of molten gold, with neither pupil nor iris. It grinned at me with a mouth full of long, pointy teeth. It seemed to know that I was jealous of its proximity to her, and as its long fingers gently rubbed the lotion into the blonde's tanned, perfect skin it seemed to be taunting me. The juxtaposition of the two -- perfect beauty and revolting ugliness -- made me feel queasy with conflicting feelings of lust and dread.
The blonde smiled at me for a long moment, clearly savoring my confusion. Finally she cleared her throat and said, "You rang, Alison?"
I flinched a little. She knew my name! "I -- yeah." My brain froze as I tried to remember what I was supposed to do next.
She chuckled. "You weren't expecting this, were you? You were thinking I'd show up with the tail and the pitchfork and the goat hooves, right? Well, sometimes I like to wear things that make me feel pretty, you know?"
I could only nod. All the spit in my mouth seemed to have dried up.
The blonde stretched her limbs, arching her back, drawing my eyes to the flimsy material covering her breasts. "Well, here I am, dear. I don't have all day. State your case."
I finally remembered why I had bothered with the ritual in the first place. "I am looking for revenge," I said. "There's a man who took something from me, and the law won't touch him. I need him to be punished for what he did."
She nodded. "The mugger who killed your grandfather. Yes, I know all about it. The police had him cold, but the case was thrown out of court because they made a procedural error, right?"
Tears flooded my eyes. "Yes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Remembering my grandpa -- the closest thing to a father I had ever had. And the scum who had shot him, laughing at me as he walked out of the courtroom.
"And you want me to do what, exactly?"
I wiped at the tears and forced myself to calm down. "I want you to destroy the bastard," I said.
She nodded again. The thing at her side smirked and squeezed out more lotion. "And what would I get in return?"
The question threw me off-balance. "Uh...my soul? Isn't that how this usually works?"
She threw her head back and howled laughter as if I had just told her the funniest joke she had ever heard. "Isn't that how this usually works?" she mimicked. "Oh my dear! You slay me! Didn't you know what you were getting into?" Her body shook with mirth. The thing beside her yipped, which was probably as close as it could come to laughing.
My face flushed. "What's so funny? You do something for me, I give you my soul. Isn't that what's supposed to happen?" My voice was rising and I had to remind myself to cool it. It probably wasn't a good idea to talk back to the Prince (or was it Princess?) of Darkness.
The blonde stopped laughing and stared at me. I could detect nothing behind those dark sunglasses. "Honey," she finally said, "you have been reading the wrong books. You don't have any idea of how I operate, do you?"
"I -- uh --"
"DO YOU????" The deep, rumbling voice that roared out of that lovely body nearly knocked me down. I cringed, unable to stop myself from shaking. Then she raised her sunglasses and I screamed. Her eyes were golden yellow, just like those of her familiar, but there was a black slit in the center of each one. I fell to my knees -- not because I wanted to worship this creature, but because I had lost the strength to stand up.
She nodded, as if satisfied, and then suddenly I was looking at a pair of normal eyes again: white with cornflower-blue irises and round black pupils. I was too numb with shock to do more than whimper at this transformation. She tossed the glasses aside and sat up.
"The mere act of summoning me, of dealing with me, forfeits your soul to me," she explained, as calm as a banker explaining mortgage rates to a newlywed couple. "Your soul stopped being yours the moment you began to chant that spell. So since you cannot offer me what is already mine, you must offer me something else. It can't be anything material, because I have no need of material things. No, it must be something precious, that only you can give. Understand now?" And then, incredibly, she smiled at me, as if she hadn't scared the daylights out of me just moments ago. Just as incredibly, some of my earlier desire for her now returned. I was very aware of a tingling in my nipples as they stiffened.
"Yes, I understand," I whispered. "What do you want? I'll give anything."
She grinned at me. I wasn't surprised to see that her teeth were filed to points. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Her grin widened. "I like virgins. They're so sweet and innocent."
I couldn't speak or look away from her. My clit throbbed insistently between my legs.
"Your virginity is an acceptable offering, but only if you agree to give it to me. I can't just take it from you." She licked her lips with a tongue that seemed a little too long to be human. "So...do you agree to, ah, surrender it to me?" She winked.
I shivered. Part of me hated the thought of this creature's touch, but another, deeper part wanted her to take me and do whatever she liked with me. I had never even kissed another person, yet instinctively I understood that she could make me feel good, very good. Besides, I had gone too far to turn back now. There could be only one answer, and I gave it. "Yes," I whispered.
"Very well. We have a deal." The thing beside her let out a squeal of triumph. She reached over and patted him on the head, then stood up and walked over to me. I was still on my knees, and I gazed up at her in awe as she approached. Then her hand reached out to me, and I took it and allowed her to help me up. She towered over me by at least a foot.
"That mugger has just met with a horrible accident," she said, sliding an arm around my shoulders. "He and his best friend got into an argument over drug money, and his friend shot him in the head. He died instantly."
"Thank you," I murmured.
"You are quite welcome. Now it's your turn to pay up." She turned me to face her, then her head descended and her lips were pressing against mine. I returned the kiss passionately, opening my mouth wide to let in her tongue. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, running my hands all over her smooth back.
At last she broke the kiss and looked at me, smiling. "You even kiss like a virgin," she said. "Innocent but oh, so eager. This is going to be fun."
I grinned at her, all my terror gone now, replaced by a raging need for her.
She stroked my hair. "You know," she whispered, "I can assume any form you wish. Is there an actor or a rock star you especially like? An old boyfriend? A teacher you had a crush on in high school? Tell me, sweetie. Don't be shy. There's no reason why this can't be enjoyable for you."
"Oh, take me the way you are," I said. "Please."
She chuckled. "Okay, but I'll need to make one modification first." She took my hand and guided it down her satiny-smooth belly. I was looking up at her, unable to tear myself away from those lovely blue eyes, and so it was a bit of a shock to feel the sudden hardness inside the little triangle of cloth between her thighs. I grunted, looked down, and saw that my fingers were clutching a rock-hard cock that looked at least nine inches long. I could barely get my fingers to meet around it.
"You like?" She giggled.
"Oh yes," I said, grinning. "I like."
"Good. Because it's going to go in every opening you have, my dear. Again and again, for as long as I choose. Perhaps even for all eternity. What do you think of that?"
I stroked her cock gently up and down. "I think I finally understand how you operate," I said.
[Edited by Ticklish Girl on 04-05-2001 at 06:57 PM]
The old book smelled of mildew, and dust particles wafted into the air as I carefully turned to the page I wanted. After checking to make sure I had everything I needed, I began the ritual. The directions were very specific and I followed them to the letter. I had never done anything like this before, and I think part of me didn't expect it to work, because I was stunned when the earth shook and smoke billowed all around me. That was when I had some second thoughts, but of course it was too late to turn back. The smoke was very thick and smelled like rotten eggs. I gagged and covered my mouth and nose with my free hand. My eyes watered as I tried to see through the haze. The book fell unheeded from my numb fingers. I trembled, wondering just what I had gotten myself into.
Finally the smoke cleared enough for me to see what was in front of me. My eyes bugged out and my jaw dropped open. I forgot all about my fear and the acrid stench. There before me, on a kind of stone outcropping, lay a gorgeous blonde. Sunglasses hid her eyes and she was wearing a red bikini that left very little to the imagination. Her body had curves that would make a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model slit her wrists. I had always considered myself strictly hetero, but the sight of her instantly made me wet. I felt a powerful impulse to kneel before her and bury my face between her legs. The only thing stopping me from doing so was the ugly brown thing at her side, applying suntan lotion to her back. Long, lean and armor-plated, it looked like a cross between a dog and a cockroach. Its eyes were the color of molten gold, with neither pupil nor iris. It grinned at me with a mouth full of long, pointy teeth. It seemed to know that I was jealous of its proximity to her, and as its long fingers gently rubbed the lotion into the blonde's tanned, perfect skin it seemed to be taunting me. The juxtaposition of the two -- perfect beauty and revolting ugliness -- made me feel queasy with conflicting feelings of lust and dread.
The blonde smiled at me for a long moment, clearly savoring my confusion. Finally she cleared her throat and said, "You rang, Alison?"
I flinched a little. She knew my name! "I -- yeah." My brain froze as I tried to remember what I was supposed to do next.
She chuckled. "You weren't expecting this, were you? You were thinking I'd show up with the tail and the pitchfork and the goat hooves, right? Well, sometimes I like to wear things that make me feel pretty, you know?"
I could only nod. All the spit in my mouth seemed to have dried up.
The blonde stretched her limbs, arching her back, drawing my eyes to the flimsy material covering her breasts. "Well, here I am, dear. I don't have all day. State your case."
I finally remembered why I had bothered with the ritual in the first place. "I am looking for revenge," I said. "There's a man who took something from me, and the law won't touch him. I need him to be punished for what he did."
She nodded. "The mugger who killed your grandfather. Yes, I know all about it. The police had him cold, but the case was thrown out of court because they made a procedural error, right?"
Tears flooded my eyes. "Yes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Remembering my grandpa -- the closest thing to a father I had ever had. And the scum who had shot him, laughing at me as he walked out of the courtroom.
"And you want me to do what, exactly?"
I wiped at the tears and forced myself to calm down. "I want you to destroy the bastard," I said.
She nodded again. The thing at her side smirked and squeezed out more lotion. "And what would I get in return?"
The question threw me off-balance. "Uh...my soul? Isn't that how this usually works?"
She threw her head back and howled laughter as if I had just told her the funniest joke she had ever heard. "Isn't that how this usually works?" she mimicked. "Oh my dear! You slay me! Didn't you know what you were getting into?" Her body shook with mirth. The thing beside her yipped, which was probably as close as it could come to laughing.
My face flushed. "What's so funny? You do something for me, I give you my soul. Isn't that what's supposed to happen?" My voice was rising and I had to remind myself to cool it. It probably wasn't a good idea to talk back to the Prince (or was it Princess?) of Darkness.
The blonde stopped laughing and stared at me. I could detect nothing behind those dark sunglasses. "Honey," she finally said, "you have been reading the wrong books. You don't have any idea of how I operate, do you?"
"I -- uh --"
"DO YOU????" The deep, rumbling voice that roared out of that lovely body nearly knocked me down. I cringed, unable to stop myself from shaking. Then she raised her sunglasses and I screamed. Her eyes were golden yellow, just like those of her familiar, but there was a black slit in the center of each one. I fell to my knees -- not because I wanted to worship this creature, but because I had lost the strength to stand up.
She nodded, as if satisfied, and then suddenly I was looking at a pair of normal eyes again: white with cornflower-blue irises and round black pupils. I was too numb with shock to do more than whimper at this transformation. She tossed the glasses aside and sat up.
"The mere act of summoning me, of dealing with me, forfeits your soul to me," she explained, as calm as a banker explaining mortgage rates to a newlywed couple. "Your soul stopped being yours the moment you began to chant that spell. So since you cannot offer me what is already mine, you must offer me something else. It can't be anything material, because I have no need of material things. No, it must be something precious, that only you can give. Understand now?" And then, incredibly, she smiled at me, as if she hadn't scared the daylights out of me just moments ago. Just as incredibly, some of my earlier desire for her now returned. I was very aware of a tingling in my nipples as they stiffened.
"Yes, I understand," I whispered. "What do you want? I'll give anything."
She grinned at me. I wasn't surprised to see that her teeth were filed to points. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"
"Yes."
Her grin widened. "I like virgins. They're so sweet and innocent."
I couldn't speak or look away from her. My clit throbbed insistently between my legs.
"Your virginity is an acceptable offering, but only if you agree to give it to me. I can't just take it from you." She licked her lips with a tongue that seemed a little too long to be human. "So...do you agree to, ah, surrender it to me?" She winked.
I shivered. Part of me hated the thought of this creature's touch, but another, deeper part wanted her to take me and do whatever she liked with me. I had never even kissed another person, yet instinctively I understood that she could make me feel good, very good. Besides, I had gone too far to turn back now. There could be only one answer, and I gave it. "Yes," I whispered.
"Very well. We have a deal." The thing beside her let out a squeal of triumph. She reached over and patted him on the head, then stood up and walked over to me. I was still on my knees, and I gazed up at her in awe as she approached. Then her hand reached out to me, and I took it and allowed her to help me up. She towered over me by at least a foot.
"That mugger has just met with a horrible accident," she said, sliding an arm around my shoulders. "He and his best friend got into an argument over drug money, and his friend shot him in the head. He died instantly."
"Thank you," I murmured.
"You are quite welcome. Now it's your turn to pay up." She turned me to face her, then her head descended and her lips were pressing against mine. I returned the kiss passionately, opening my mouth wide to let in her tongue. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me, running my hands all over her smooth back.
At last she broke the kiss and looked at me, smiling. "You even kiss like a virgin," she said. "Innocent but oh, so eager. This is going to be fun."
I grinned at her, all my terror gone now, replaced by a raging need for her.
She stroked my hair. "You know," she whispered, "I can assume any form you wish. Is there an actor or a rock star you especially like? An old boyfriend? A teacher you had a crush on in high school? Tell me, sweetie. Don't be shy. There's no reason why this can't be enjoyable for you."
"Oh, take me the way you are," I said. "Please."
She chuckled. "Okay, but I'll need to make one modification first." She took my hand and guided it down her satiny-smooth belly. I was looking up at her, unable to tear myself away from those lovely blue eyes, and so it was a bit of a shock to feel the sudden hardness inside the little triangle of cloth between her thighs. I grunted, looked down, and saw that my fingers were clutching a rock-hard cock that looked at least nine inches long. I could barely get my fingers to meet around it.
"You like?" She giggled.
"Oh yes," I said, grinning. "I like."
"Good. Because it's going to go in every opening you have, my dear. Again and again, for as long as I choose. Perhaps even for all eternity. What do you think of that?"
I stroked her cock gently up and down. "I think I finally understand how you operate," I said.
[Edited by Ticklish Girl on 04-05-2001 at 06:57 PM]
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You are so much the best Ticklish, 'a cross between a dog and a cockroach', oh I love that. Thank you for playing. Oh, and, will you marry me?
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Thanks, Angie. I'm glad you liked it. But are you sure you want to marry me? I got issues. 
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embarrassed
I continue to embarrass myself in life. Here I set this game up and then I haven't even posted to my own Inspiration. I still hope to post something tomorrow and also to post a new Inspiration by Monday.
But Lakid, and all? everyone is welcome to play or not play depending on how they feel that round. And really, I'm not sure why there is a deadline for any one Inspiration. If somebody whats to post later one about a past round, why not go ahead? Jeez, I can't even meet my own deadlines! why should ya'll?
I continue to embarrass myself in life. Here I set this game up and then I haven't even posted to my own Inspiration. I still hope to post something tomorrow and also to post a new Inspiration by Monday.
But Lakid, and all? everyone is welcome to play or not play depending on how they feel that round. And really, I'm not sure why there is a deadline for any one Inspiration. If somebody whats to post later one about a past round, why not go ahead? Jeez, I can't even meet my own deadlines! why should ya'll?
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Round Four
Well Round Three was not a roaring success, but we did get a couple great posts. So I am charging ahead, like it or not.
The responses to this Visual Inspiration are 'due' Friday, April 20th (though as I said, there is not really a true deadline). And ANYONE can play. Please join in! Make Angie feel wanted for once. Maybe I will start giving prizes if I can do it without being competitive.
So here it is! (And this one may seem just a little different?)
http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/atlantic49out.jpg
NOTE: It doesn't seem to work to just click on the URL - copy and paste the whole damn thing into your address bar and I think it works.
Well Round Three was not a roaring success, but we did get a couple great posts. So I am charging ahead, like it or not.
The responses to this Visual Inspiration are 'due' Friday, April 20th (though as I said, there is not really a true deadline). And ANYONE can play. Please join in! Make Angie feel wanted for once. Maybe I will start giving prizes if I can do it without being competitive.
So here it is! (And this one may seem just a little different?)
http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/atlantic49out.jpg
NOTE: It doesn't seem to work to just click on the URL - copy and paste the whole damn thing into your address bar and I think it works.
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Hanging Head
Once again, not only did I fail to post my own Inspiration, but neither did anyone else. So rather than blunder ahead incompetently, I think that unless a few people express an interest in keeping this going, I am gonna not gonna drag this out anymore. I liked the idea, but the execution wasn't so hot. Kicking myself for being lazy and stupid.
Thanks to everyone who did play, you had great ideas, and hope to see you on the boards again.
Once again, not only did I fail to post my own Inspiration, but neither did anyone else. So rather than blunder ahead incompetently, I think that unless a few people express an interest in keeping this going, I am gonna not gonna drag this out anymore. I liked the idea, but the execution wasn't so hot. Kicking myself for being lazy and stupid.
Thanks to everyone who did play, you had great ideas, and hope to see you on the boards again.
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I'm sorry, Angie
Real life bit me in the hindquarters the last few days, and I ended up drawing a total blank. I still think this is a very cool idea for a game, though.
Real life bit me in the hindquarters the last few days, and I ended up drawing a total blank. I still think this is a very cool idea for a game, though.
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Thanks Tickle, you were the best. Maybe someone will pick it up or I'll try again some distant future day. See you around I hope.
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I am so sorry
Angie this has been on of the coolest ideas for a game/thread/writting excerise, but the timing stunk, at least for me. God, I love reading your posts and quirky off the beatin track ideas, and one of the very best things about this thread is that I knew where to find you. Stick arround, you are a lot of fun, even if I don't get to post to you directly. Luv ya Kido.
Angie this has been on of the coolest ideas for a game/thread/writting excerise, but the timing stunk, at least for me. God, I love reading your posts and quirky off the beatin track ideas, and one of the very best things about this thread is that I knew where to find you. Stick arround, you are a lot of fun, even if I don't get to post to you directly. Luv ya Kido.
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