Yes! I can write again...

[openthighs_sarah]

The words are just pouring out tonight, like... like... Fuck. I've never been good at similes. Metaphors, yes. Metaphors are my bitches. Not similes, though. Similes are little assholes, probably cousins of those fucking anagrams.

I've been struggling for weeks to finish one of the dozen stories I've begun. Turns out I just needed the following confluence of circumstances: 1) Significant other out of town; 2) Critical deadline at work; 3) Rosemount Shiraz, '99. Number two seems to be the crucial element, though.

*disappears back into writing lair*

 

[Guest]

Well, you'd better stop staying up so late chatting!


(what are you thinking, anyway?)

 

[openthighs_sarah]

*groggily*
mmmm.... I wasn't thinking, actually.

Where's that coffee?

 

[Guest]

The words are just pouring out tonight, like... like... Fuck. I've never been good at similes. Metaphors, yes. Metaphors are my bitches. Not similes, though. Similes are little assholes, probably cousins of those fucking anagrams.

Treat those little bitches and assholes like the subs they are, Mistress Sarah. Do keep writing. Best, Perdita

 

[openthighs_sarah]

Re: Re: Yes! I can write again...

Treat those little bitches and assholes like the subs they are, Mistress Sarah. Do keep writing. Best, Perdita

Thanks, Perdita, and I will definitely keep the little sluts in line. No more wine, though -- sometimes when I drink, they turn the tables and I find myself blindfolded, stripped and chained to the bedposts, trembling like a... um...

Dang. Still can't handle those similes.

 

[MathGirl]

Trying to be helpful............

[ trembling like ......... [/B]

... the lower lip of a brat who's about to get spanked?

... a fat girl during an earthquake?

... a dog trying to pass a peach pit?

Towards more colorful language,
MG

 

[Guest]

Re: Re: Re: Yes! I can write again...

. . . trembling like a... um...

My husband's legs -



(when he's standing and I'm on my knees giving him oral pleasure)



(you know, sucking his dick!!!)



Towards more pornographic language

 

[openthighs_sarah]

Re: Trying to be helpful............

... the lower lip of a brat who's about to get spanked?

... a fat girl during an earthquake?

... a dog trying to pass a peach pit?

Thanks, MG.

I'll try one now.

"... like a dog trying to pass a fat girl who's being spanked."

Seems like it should work.

 

[openthighs_sarah]

Re: Re: Re: Re: Yes! I can write again...

(you know, sucking his dick!!!)

Ha ha ha, I took it out of the protective silver coloring!

Let me try: "I find myself blindfolded, stripped and chained to the bedposts, trembling like sweetsubsarahh's husband's legs when he's standing and she's on her knees sucking his dick."

That does have an interesting ring to it.

 

[MathGirl]

Re: Re: Trying to be helpful............

"... like a dog trying to pass a fat girl who's being spanked."

Like a fat girl passing wind while walking her dog and spanking her monkey.
MG

 

[Guest]

Okay - do I feel sorry for the dog or the monkey???

 

[openthighs_sarah]

Re: Re: Re: Trying to be helpful............

Like a fat girl passing wind while walking her dog and spanking her monkey.
MG

Oh, that's good.

Like a fat girl swallowing monkey spunk while her dog passes out.

 

[openthighs_sarah]

Okay - do I feel sorry for the dog or the monkey???

I kinda feel sorry for the fat girl. Especially after the monkey spunk thing.

 

[Guest]

LMAO!

I just spewed ice tea all over my keyboard!!!

 

[sirhugs]

LMAO!

I just spewed ice tea all over my keyboard!!!

better than the fat girl spewing monkey spunk all over your keyboard

 

[Gabriel_Lee]

There's something almost poetic about the descent of a thread into the unexplored depths.

 

[Guest]

better than the fat girl spewing monkey spunk all over your keyboard

Yes of course!




(my keyboard is all better now)

 

[Guest]

There's something almost poetic about the descent of a thread into the unexplored depths.

And this one sank fairly quickly, didn't it?

 

[Svenskaflicka]

It's wonderful when the stories just fall into place inside your head. I walked over to the gas station earlier tonight, and the whole time, two of the characters in the story I'm currently working on, were talking and fighting and making up and hugging and kissing inside of my head.

I bought my soda and went back home to write it all down.

 

[openthighs_sarah]

It's wonderful when the stories just fall into place inside your head. I walked over to the gas station earlier tonight, and the whole time, two of the characters in the story I'm currently working on, were talking and fighting and making up and hugging and kissing inside of my head.

I bought my soda and went back home to write it all down.

Svenska, thanks for bring the thread back on topic.

Off-topic question, though: I'm assuming you weren't walking to the gas station to fill up with gas. Or were you?

(It's just that with all the passing wind comments, I'm unsure of things.)

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Svenska, thanks for bring the thread back on topic.

Off-topic question, though: I'm assuming you weren't walking to the gas station to fill up with gas. Or were you?

(It's just that with all the passing wind comments, I'm unsure of things.)

Nope. I don't have a car. Or a driver's license. I just go there because it's the only place close to where I live where one can buy a soda past 9 pm.