Noticed from the introduction thread, and several other threads, that quite a handful of the people here rather enjoy erotic writings, as opposed to just pictures and movies. Some here even enjoy those more!
We've got threads for those who enjoy pictures [like the massive 'sexy thread'], but I couldn't find anything that appeals to those who fancy the writen word when searching the forum archives. So here is a thread for us to post our preferences, favorite topics, what you like in your stories, favorite authors, recommended books, links to stories, ect.
Maybe even some original works?
I'm likely too hopeful on the part of having original works be posted from fellow forum dwellers, but I can keep my fingers crossed. Anyways, what are your best bedtime stories?
[For those of weaker stomachs, if your story includes something that could be considered risky material, be nice and put a disclaimer or a brief description up front, so if someone doesn't want to read about certain things, can just skip over them]
Bedtime stories thread
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Ghastly
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Velma Dinkley Gets Caught
by Ghastly
I enter my room and look around. Something's not quite right. Things
have been moved. Someone has been messing with my stuff. I'll bet it's
been those meddling kids I've been reading about in the papers lately.
Just the other week someone had reported 4 teens and a dog driving
around in a van meddling about near the old amusement park.
As I walk across the room I hear a floorboard creek over behind my easy
chair. I look from the corner of my eye and see the edge of a skirt and
a bulky wool sweater sticking out ever so slightly from behind my
overstuffed chair. Someone is hiding there. Ten to one it's a meddling
kid.
Silently I stalk across the room, approaching the girl from behind. As I
get closer I can hear her breath leaving her in quivering gasps. Her
body is visably shaking, she's afraid of being caught. Her hair is a
short paige-boy bob. She's wearing a thick, orange bulky sweater and a
very short rust coloured pleated miniskirt. Kneesocks and sensible
shoes. She's maybe 18, 19 years old. It's probably her summer between
highschool and college. Crouching there on the ground before me, hiding
behind my chair, I'm able to see the full round curve of her bottom
peeking out teasingly from the bottom of her skirt. It betrays the
voluptuous figure she coyly tries to hide with her oversized sweater.
A sly, carnivourous sneer crosses my face. Time to teach this meddling
kid a lesson.
Like a cobra I strike. My hand lashes out to grab the short hair on the
back of her head and I pull her roughly to her feet. She reaches up with
both hands to grab my wrist not to break free but to keep her hair from
being pulled. She shreeks a startled scream, terrified at being
discovered. Her heavy framed glasses slide off the end of her cute
button nose. They fall to the floor and the thick lenses shatter.
"My glasses!" she calls out.
I drag her roughly across the room pulling up on her hair, forcing her
to walk on her toes. She still holds my wrist with both hands trying to
balance herself and keep her hair from being pulled too roughly. I look
down and smile as I see her skirt ride up as she walks tip-toed. White
cotton panties, plain and simple, cover a lovely round bottom just built
for abuse.
We cross the room to where a simple wooden, straighbacked chair sits.
She's screaming for help but we both know there is no one around to hear
her, my house is quite well off the beaten path.
"Please!" she begs, "I was just looking for clues. Let me go!"
I can tell by the blank look in her eyes that she is completely unable
to see without her glasses on. I suppose there will be no need to bother
with a blindfold.
"You're one of those meddling kids, arn't you." I whisper harshly in her
ear. She shakes her head in denial and is rewarded with a sharp slap
across her face. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to sting and get
her attention. "Don't lie to me," I warn her,"I've read all about you
meddling kids in the paper. Why you have three outstanding warrents for
meddling in the 1st degree in this province alone. You're a meddler
alright. There's no denying that."
I remove my tie with one hand while still holding her by her hair with
the other. She's still holding onto my wrist with both her hands. She
doesn't understand just how much easier that will make things for me.
Before she can react I have bother her hands well bound together behind
her back with my tie. She struggles against her bonds, desperate to get
free. Plaintive moans and sobs escape her as she surrenders to the fact
that freedom will not come for her until I grant it. I hold her again by
her hair, shaking her head a bit just to let her know who is in charge.
With my freehand I undo and pull loose my thick leather belt.
I sit down on the wooden chair then pull her down across my lap. The
belt is folded neatly and I take her by her hair again with one hand
pulling back so she lifts her face. Her one cheek is slightly reddened
from my previous slap. Tears flow freely from her nearly blind eyes
creating a cascading river that runs down her cheeks and across the
bottom of her chin to spill in silver dropletts onto the hardwood floor.
"Open your mouth bitch!" I instruct her. "I only have two hands so
you'll have to hold this until I need it."
She hesitates for a moment, but a quick tug of her hair reminds her of
her position. She obediently opens her mouth. I slide folder leather
belt into it and she bites down on it like a horse on a bit.
"Good girl," I say with a slight chuckle. She closes her eyes and
blushes with shame.
Still holding her head by her hair I turn my attention to her body.
Feeling her laid across my lap I can tell my suspicions were correct.
She's hiding quite an impressive rack under that heavy sweater and an
hourglass figure. Just the way I like them. Full round bottoms, full
round breasts.
"Let's take a look shall we?" I say as I lift up her short skirt and lay
it across her back. Her cries are muffled by the leather belt she holds
between her teeth. "My my, what a lovely bum you have my dear." I trace
the curve of her bottom with the tips of my fingers she shudders and
jumps slightly at my touch.
"I don't think I care too much for these panties however," I say as I
slip my hand through one leg hole, across the back and out the other. As
I tighten my grip on her panties I can feel their wetness. Hmmm, she's
excited by this. It seems the meddling type always are. Maybe that's why
they meddle. Perhaps they secretly desire to be caught.
I pull up on her panties, the soft cotton matterial works its way
through her labia rubbing across her clitorus which shows itself swollen
through the matterial. I smile as I notice she is clean shaven. She
blushes a deeper crimson as her naughty little secret is discovered. I
tug teasingly on her panties dragging the matterial back and forth
across her moiste sex. She moans and her body betrays her arousal as she
writhes across my lap grinding her flesh against me.
Her eyes open slightly, hooded, and she inhales a long, shuddering
breath as she feels the tingles spread from her crotch. I still hold her
head up and back with one hand while I tease with her panties with the
other. Faster and rougher I tug causing her excitement to build. Each
breath that is exhaled is drawn out in an excited moan as she surrenders
herself to the stimulation. They become louder, more primal as I feel
her excitement begin to build. I know she's on the brink of orgasm.
That's when I act.
With a quick, sharp tug her panties are torn completely from her. She
cries out loudly as she is so cruely denied after being brought so close
to the edge of extastic release. The belt falls from her mouth the
buckle clatters as it hits the hardwood floor.
I cluck my tongue and shake my head in disapproval. "Now look what
you've done. I'll have to reach down and pick that up now. Did I not
tell you to hold it? I'm afraid you've added five more lashes to your
punishment."
She cries loudly as I let go of her head and reach down to retrieve the
belt.
"Now let's see. I think for the crime of meddling you've earned yourself
ten lashes, plus the five for disobedience, that will be fifteen." I
tell her as I tally her punishment.
"No... please..." she begs, the tears flowing down her sweet round face.
"No? Please? Oh, are you asking for more then? Very well, I shall add
another five strokes to your punishment." I tell her in a mocking tone.
"That is, unless you would like more?"
She shakes her head silently in reply. I smile and say, "Good, then
let's begin. You'll count out each stroke as it is delivered. Miscount
and we'll just have to begin all over again." She nods her agreement.
I hold her bound wrists with one hand and taking my belt in the other I
let the end trail up along the back of her thighs, ever so lightly, then
across her bottom. I tease her with it for a bit and she shudders with
excited anticipation. Then I swing the belt through the air letting it
sting sharply across her pale, round bottom. A rosey red welt is
instantly raised.
She screams out more from the shock of being struck than in actual pain
and cries loudly as the blow is followed quickly by two more.
"You'd better start counting, my dear," I instruct her patiently, "or
I'm afriad we'll be at this all day."
As the next lash lands across her bottom she meekly cries out "One."
Obediantly she calls out each strike of the belt and soon we are at 15.
I stop to give her a chance to catch her breath. The tears that are
streaming down her face have left a puddle on the floor and her bottom
glows a bright, cheery red. I let my fingers trace a path up the back of
her thighs. Lightly they glide over her sex. I am briefly amazed to see
just how wet she is. Then I stroke her battered flesh, soothing away
most of the sting of her punishment with a gentle touch. Her sobs turn
into moans of pleasure as a caress and tease at her flesh, letting my
hand slide from her bottom to cross her sex every now and then.
Her breath still heaves in shuddering sobs but the tears have stopped
now. My hand spends more time teasing at her womanhood than it does
soothing her bottom. Her excitement starts to build to a crescendo.
I pull my hand away quickly and strike with the belt. She cries out in
frustration as the rough leather kisses her abused flesh. Luckily for
her she remembers to count out the stroke. The remaining strokes fall
with an increased intensity. This part of her punishment is over.
"You've done quite well my dear," I tell her as I stroke her bottom once
more. She gulps for air in ragged sobs as she tries to compose herself.
"But I'm afraid there's still a price to be paid for meddling where you
don't belong."
"No!" she pleads in a long, drown out whine.
"No?" I ask her, "Oh, would you rather continue with more lashes
instead? That would be fine by me. I'd say maybe fifty or sixty more
should settle your tab."
"No, sir, please." she sobs, bowing her head in submission.
"Very well then, let's get on with it." I say as I pull her up by her
hair again. I get to my feet, pulling her up with me then bend her over
the back of the wooden chair. I pull her skirt down and kick lightly at
her ankles letting her know without words that I want her to step out of
it and spread her legs wider apart. There can be no doubt in her mind
now how exactly it is I intend for her to pay for her transgression.
I admire the glistening wetness of her smooth, shaved sex. Now let's
take a look at these breasts.I pull her up so she is standing straight
Her large sweater settles down on her, almost becoming a dress.
"Let's see what it is you keep so carefully hidden under that sweater,
shall we?" I grab the bottom edge of her sweater and pull it slowly
upwards. She whines an pleads feebley but I ignore her modest protests.
I pull the front of her sweater up over her head and let it slide down
her arms, stopped from falling to the ground by the tie that binds her
wrists. She stands before me nude now except for a simple white bra, her
kneesocks and her shoes. Her breasts a large and round, her body curves
in to a narrow waist then flares out again into full broad hips. I grab
the matterial of her bra, one cup in each hand, then tear it assunder.
Her large breasts spill forth. Although her weak eyesight won't allow
her to see my face she looks away shyly avoiding my gaze. As for me, I'm
more concerned with her lovely breasts. Pale and round like alabaster
globes, each tipped with a large, pink, erect nipple. I tease them
lightly with my finger tips and she whines in response. I start to play
with them more roughly, pinching and tweeking them. Her whines turn into
moans which turn into shrieks as I suck the tendre nibs into my eager
mouth. I bite them lightly, holding them between my teeth while my
tongue flicks rapidly over them, teasing the excited flesh. Soon her
whole body is quivering with excitement and she can barely maintain her
balance.
I stand up straight and come behind her. I bend her forcibly over the
back of the chair and then without warning I plunge myself into her,
claiming her flesh with mine.
I grab her hips tighly in my large, powerful hands as I thrust myself
into her. Her large breasts sway under the force of my assault and
passionate screams escape past her quivering lips. Her eyes are closed
tighly and she is unaware of anything but my large, invading presence
within her. Faster and harder I take her, holding her tightly in an iron
grip.
Her knees go weak and she rests her weight upon the chair as our passion
builds to a crescendo. Her screams echo through my house and I wonder in
passing curiosity how far they are carried beyond the walls. I let go of
her hip with one hand and strike sharply the flesh of her beautiful
round bottom.
"Cum for me, bitch!" I order her, "Come for me like the whore you are."
My rough words excite her. It's all the encouragement she needs and she
surrenders herself to her passions. Everything around her disappears,
washed away by the consuming waves over her orgasm. Everything.
In a short while she regains her senses. I have spent myself within her
and have withdrawn. Her hands are unbound. How they got that way she
cannot remember. I am sitting now in my easy chair looking at her as she
slowly stands upright, rubbing her wrists where they are sore and red.
Her sweater falls now to the floor. Her head is bowed so demurely as she
collects her wits.
"I think you have paid the price for your transgressions." I tell her.
"You are free to go now."
"My glasses," she says without looking up.
I look down at the floor at the broken frame and shattered lenses and
frown. I get up and walk across the room to a small desk and open a
drawer. Inside are a half dozen pair of identical thick framed glasses.
I take a pair then place them carefully in her hands. "After the mishap
last month I thought it would be prudent to keep a few spares here. I
trust you will find the prescription to be a match."
She slips the glasses on and looked up at me, "Yes sir. A perfect
match." She collects what clothing she had that was still intact and
quickly puts it on then silently turns to leave. At the door she pauses
and looks back. "Same time next month, sir?" she coyly inquires.
"Yes," I answer with a nod and a smile, "I think that would do nicely."
by Ghastly
I enter my room and look around. Something's not quite right. Things
have been moved. Someone has been messing with my stuff. I'll bet it's
been those meddling kids I've been reading about in the papers lately.
Just the other week someone had reported 4 teens and a dog driving
around in a van meddling about near the old amusement park.
As I walk across the room I hear a floorboard creek over behind my easy
chair. I look from the corner of my eye and see the edge of a skirt and
a bulky wool sweater sticking out ever so slightly from behind my
overstuffed chair. Someone is hiding there. Ten to one it's a meddling
kid.
Silently I stalk across the room, approaching the girl from behind. As I
get closer I can hear her breath leaving her in quivering gasps. Her
body is visably shaking, she's afraid of being caught. Her hair is a
short paige-boy bob. She's wearing a thick, orange bulky sweater and a
very short rust coloured pleated miniskirt. Kneesocks and sensible
shoes. She's maybe 18, 19 years old. It's probably her summer between
highschool and college. Crouching there on the ground before me, hiding
behind my chair, I'm able to see the full round curve of her bottom
peeking out teasingly from the bottom of her skirt. It betrays the
voluptuous figure she coyly tries to hide with her oversized sweater.
A sly, carnivourous sneer crosses my face. Time to teach this meddling
kid a lesson.
Like a cobra I strike. My hand lashes out to grab the short hair on the
back of her head and I pull her roughly to her feet. She reaches up with
both hands to grab my wrist not to break free but to keep her hair from
being pulled. She shreeks a startled scream, terrified at being
discovered. Her heavy framed glasses slide off the end of her cute
button nose. They fall to the floor and the thick lenses shatter.
"My glasses!" she calls out.
I drag her roughly across the room pulling up on her hair, forcing her
to walk on her toes. She still holds my wrist with both hands trying to
balance herself and keep her hair from being pulled too roughly. I look
down and smile as I see her skirt ride up as she walks tip-toed. White
cotton panties, plain and simple, cover a lovely round bottom just built
for abuse.
We cross the room to where a simple wooden, straighbacked chair sits.
She's screaming for help but we both know there is no one around to hear
her, my house is quite well off the beaten path.
"Please!" she begs, "I was just looking for clues. Let me go!"
I can tell by the blank look in her eyes that she is completely unable
to see without her glasses on. I suppose there will be no need to bother
with a blindfold.
"You're one of those meddling kids, arn't you." I whisper harshly in her
ear. She shakes her head in denial and is rewarded with a sharp slap
across her face. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to sting and get
her attention. "Don't lie to me," I warn her,"I've read all about you
meddling kids in the paper. Why you have three outstanding warrents for
meddling in the 1st degree in this province alone. You're a meddler
alright. There's no denying that."
I remove my tie with one hand while still holding her by her hair with
the other. She's still holding onto my wrist with both her hands. She
doesn't understand just how much easier that will make things for me.
Before she can react I have bother her hands well bound together behind
her back with my tie. She struggles against her bonds, desperate to get
free. Plaintive moans and sobs escape her as she surrenders to the fact
that freedom will not come for her until I grant it. I hold her again by
her hair, shaking her head a bit just to let her know who is in charge.
With my freehand I undo and pull loose my thick leather belt.
I sit down on the wooden chair then pull her down across my lap. The
belt is folded neatly and I take her by her hair again with one hand
pulling back so she lifts her face. Her one cheek is slightly reddened
from my previous slap. Tears flow freely from her nearly blind eyes
creating a cascading river that runs down her cheeks and across the
bottom of her chin to spill in silver dropletts onto the hardwood floor.
"Open your mouth bitch!" I instruct her. "I only have two hands so
you'll have to hold this until I need it."
She hesitates for a moment, but a quick tug of her hair reminds her of
her position. She obediently opens her mouth. I slide folder leather
belt into it and she bites down on it like a horse on a bit.
"Good girl," I say with a slight chuckle. She closes her eyes and
blushes with shame.
Still holding her head by her hair I turn my attention to her body.
Feeling her laid across my lap I can tell my suspicions were correct.
She's hiding quite an impressive rack under that heavy sweater and an
hourglass figure. Just the way I like them. Full round bottoms, full
round breasts.
"Let's take a look shall we?" I say as I lift up her short skirt and lay
it across her back. Her cries are muffled by the leather belt she holds
between her teeth. "My my, what a lovely bum you have my dear." I trace
the curve of her bottom with the tips of my fingers she shudders and
jumps slightly at my touch.
"I don't think I care too much for these panties however," I say as I
slip my hand through one leg hole, across the back and out the other. As
I tighten my grip on her panties I can feel their wetness. Hmmm, she's
excited by this. It seems the meddling type always are. Maybe that's why
they meddle. Perhaps they secretly desire to be caught.
I pull up on her panties, the soft cotton matterial works its way
through her labia rubbing across her clitorus which shows itself swollen
through the matterial. I smile as I notice she is clean shaven. She
blushes a deeper crimson as her naughty little secret is discovered. I
tug teasingly on her panties dragging the matterial back and forth
across her moiste sex. She moans and her body betrays her arousal as she
writhes across my lap grinding her flesh against me.
Her eyes open slightly, hooded, and she inhales a long, shuddering
breath as she feels the tingles spread from her crotch. I still hold her
head up and back with one hand while I tease with her panties with the
other. Faster and rougher I tug causing her excitement to build. Each
breath that is exhaled is drawn out in an excited moan as she surrenders
herself to the stimulation. They become louder, more primal as I feel
her excitement begin to build. I know she's on the brink of orgasm.
That's when I act.
With a quick, sharp tug her panties are torn completely from her. She
cries out loudly as she is so cruely denied after being brought so close
to the edge of extastic release. The belt falls from her mouth the
buckle clatters as it hits the hardwood floor.
I cluck my tongue and shake my head in disapproval. "Now look what
you've done. I'll have to reach down and pick that up now. Did I not
tell you to hold it? I'm afraid you've added five more lashes to your
punishment."
She cries loudly as I let go of her head and reach down to retrieve the
belt.
"Now let's see. I think for the crime of meddling you've earned yourself
ten lashes, plus the five for disobedience, that will be fifteen." I
tell her as I tally her punishment.
"No... please..." she begs, the tears flowing down her sweet round face.
"No? Please? Oh, are you asking for more then? Very well, I shall add
another five strokes to your punishment." I tell her in a mocking tone.
"That is, unless you would like more?"
She shakes her head silently in reply. I smile and say, "Good, then
let's begin. You'll count out each stroke as it is delivered. Miscount
and we'll just have to begin all over again." She nods her agreement.
I hold her bound wrists with one hand and taking my belt in the other I
let the end trail up along the back of her thighs, ever so lightly, then
across her bottom. I tease her with it for a bit and she shudders with
excited anticipation. Then I swing the belt through the air letting it
sting sharply across her pale, round bottom. A rosey red welt is
instantly raised.
She screams out more from the shock of being struck than in actual pain
and cries loudly as the blow is followed quickly by two more.
"You'd better start counting, my dear," I instruct her patiently, "or
I'm afriad we'll be at this all day."
As the next lash lands across her bottom she meekly cries out "One."
Obediantly she calls out each strike of the belt and soon we are at 15.
I stop to give her a chance to catch her breath. The tears that are
streaming down her face have left a puddle on the floor and her bottom
glows a bright, cheery red. I let my fingers trace a path up the back of
her thighs. Lightly they glide over her sex. I am briefly amazed to see
just how wet she is. Then I stroke her battered flesh, soothing away
most of the sting of her punishment with a gentle touch. Her sobs turn
into moans of pleasure as a caress and tease at her flesh, letting my
hand slide from her bottom to cross her sex every now and then.
Her breath still heaves in shuddering sobs but the tears have stopped
now. My hand spends more time teasing at her womanhood than it does
soothing her bottom. Her excitement starts to build to a crescendo.
I pull my hand away quickly and strike with the belt. She cries out in
frustration as the rough leather kisses her abused flesh. Luckily for
her she remembers to count out the stroke. The remaining strokes fall
with an increased intensity. This part of her punishment is over.
"You've done quite well my dear," I tell her as I stroke her bottom once
more. She gulps for air in ragged sobs as she tries to compose herself.
"But I'm afraid there's still a price to be paid for meddling where you
don't belong."
"No!" she pleads in a long, drown out whine.
"No?" I ask her, "Oh, would you rather continue with more lashes
instead? That would be fine by me. I'd say maybe fifty or sixty more
should settle your tab."
"No, sir, please." she sobs, bowing her head in submission.
"Very well then, let's get on with it." I say as I pull her up by her
hair again. I get to my feet, pulling her up with me then bend her over
the back of the wooden chair. I pull her skirt down and kick lightly at
her ankles letting her know without words that I want her to step out of
it and spread her legs wider apart. There can be no doubt in her mind
now how exactly it is I intend for her to pay for her transgression.
I admire the glistening wetness of her smooth, shaved sex. Now let's
take a look at these breasts.I pull her up so she is standing straight
Her large sweater settles down on her, almost becoming a dress.
"Let's see what it is you keep so carefully hidden under that sweater,
shall we?" I grab the bottom edge of her sweater and pull it slowly
upwards. She whines an pleads feebley but I ignore her modest protests.
I pull the front of her sweater up over her head and let it slide down
her arms, stopped from falling to the ground by the tie that binds her
wrists. She stands before me nude now except for a simple white bra, her
kneesocks and her shoes. Her breasts a large and round, her body curves
in to a narrow waist then flares out again into full broad hips. I grab
the matterial of her bra, one cup in each hand, then tear it assunder.
Her large breasts spill forth. Although her weak eyesight won't allow
her to see my face she looks away shyly avoiding my gaze. As for me, I'm
more concerned with her lovely breasts. Pale and round like alabaster
globes, each tipped with a large, pink, erect nipple. I tease them
lightly with my finger tips and she whines in response. I start to play
with them more roughly, pinching and tweeking them. Her whines turn into
moans which turn into shrieks as I suck the tendre nibs into my eager
mouth. I bite them lightly, holding them between my teeth while my
tongue flicks rapidly over them, teasing the excited flesh. Soon her
whole body is quivering with excitement and she can barely maintain her
balance.
I stand up straight and come behind her. I bend her forcibly over the
back of the chair and then without warning I plunge myself into her,
claiming her flesh with mine.
I grab her hips tighly in my large, powerful hands as I thrust myself
into her. Her large breasts sway under the force of my assault and
passionate screams escape past her quivering lips. Her eyes are closed
tighly and she is unaware of anything but my large, invading presence
within her. Faster and harder I take her, holding her tightly in an iron
grip.
Her knees go weak and she rests her weight upon the chair as our passion
builds to a crescendo. Her screams echo through my house and I wonder in
passing curiosity how far they are carried beyond the walls. I let go of
her hip with one hand and strike sharply the flesh of her beautiful
round bottom.
"Cum for me, bitch!" I order her, "Come for me like the whore you are."
My rough words excite her. It's all the encouragement she needs and she
surrenders herself to her passions. Everything around her disappears,
washed away by the consuming waves over her orgasm. Everything.
In a short while she regains her senses. I have spent myself within her
and have withdrawn. Her hands are unbound. How they got that way she
cannot remember. I am sitting now in my easy chair looking at her as she
slowly stands upright, rubbing her wrists where they are sore and red.
Her sweater falls now to the floor. Her head is bowed so demurely as she
collects her wits.
"I think you have paid the price for your transgressions." I tell her.
"You are free to go now."
"My glasses," she says without looking up.
I look down at the floor at the broken frame and shattered lenses and
frown. I get up and walk across the room to a small desk and open a
drawer. Inside are a half dozen pair of identical thick framed glasses.
I take a pair then place them carefully in her hands. "After the mishap
last month I thought it would be prudent to keep a few spares here. I
trust you will find the prescription to be a match."
She slips the glasses on and looked up at me, "Yes sir. A perfect
match." She collects what clothing she had that was still intact and
quickly puts it on then silently turns to leave. At the door she pauses
and looks back. "Same time next month, sir?" she coyly inquires.
"Yes," I answer with a nod and a smile, "I think that would do nicely."
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Snape and Lucius while in school. This was a little old, so Snape is a little more emo-riffic than normal. >> If you don't like non-canon malexmale.....don't read this one....
Severus Snape walked out of the potions classroom, his books tucked neatly under his arm. His independent study was going well, he mused, thinking about the cauldron that simmered in Professor C’s classroom. A potion to reveal an animagi’s identity. Useful, of course, in the real world, but this one was more for Snape’s own purposes. The young man was about to slip quietly into the Slytherin common room, when a hand on his shoulder startled him. He turned, ready to defend himself from his usual Gryffindor attackers. However, this time it was the grinning countenance of Lucius Malfoy. Sev pulled away, knowing what the blond man would say next.
“Severus, let’s go down the hall.” Lucius smirked.
Snape shook his head. “I have to get to my next class.” His glittering black eyes slid somewhere behind Lucius, not making eye contact long out of habit.
Lucius cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, come on Severus. Don’t lie to me.” He reached over, tilting Snape’s chin so the other man was forced to look at him. “The only real class you have is anatomy. Why must we go through this ever time?”
Snape sighed. “Perhaps I don’t want to do it?” He pulled back. “Let me put my stuff up…” His tone was resigned, going through the portal to the sixth years dorm. At 15, he was the youngest sixth year. However, he was the smartest by far. Except, of course, when it came to this little matter. Slowly he set his books and papers in his trunk, locking it. Sighing, he went back down to the entrance. Lucius was still waiting there, unfortunately. Sev looked at him for a second, and then dropped his gaze. He hated his helplessness. He couldn’t fight against the older boy. He wasn’t even sure whether he wanted to. Snape followed Malfoy obediently. Down the dark halls they went, until they were far from any prying eyes. Forcefully, but at the same time gently, Lucius pushed Severus against the wall, kissing him. Sev felt his stomach turn, but he didn’t resist the kiss.
Malfoy reached down, stroking Severus’s crotch through his clothes. Nimbly he undid the fly, taking Snape’s bare penis into his hands. “No boxers…did what I asked.” He gave it a light squeeze. “Good boy.” Lucius ran his thumb along the top, and then flicked it along the tip. Snape moaned softly. His eyes were closed, both in pleasure and to avoid Lucius’s beautiful stone grey eyes. “Touch me, my pet.” Fumbling, Sev undid Lucius’s pants. His hands shook a little and took the hard member in his fingers. “Stroke it.” Severus did as he was told, rubbing lightly. “Mmm...Good…” Severus continued, until he felt Lucius’s hand press down on his shoulders. Snape kneeled, Lucius’s cock standing at attention in front of his lips. Glancing up, Severus took the tip gently into his mouth, sucking. Lucius groaned arching his hips. “Harder…” He whined, and Sev obliged him, taking more into his mouth and sucking harder. Lucius gasped as Snape’s expert tongue swirled about the head, lapping at the few drops of precum Lucius was producing. “Ohh…my pet…so good…” The blond whined between breaths and shudders. “Close…I’m gonna…” Sev deep throated, just as Lucius’s climax exploded through him. In this manner, Snape was able to keep the taste of Malfoy’s spunk to a minimum. He pulled back, looking up. Lucius panted, petting the other’s glossy black hair. He pulled, urging Sev up onto his feet. Gently Lucius hugged him, stroking his back.
Sev was still hard as a rock, but he knew he wasn’t getting release. Lucius was a bastard like that. So he willed himself to relax, to think of the next steps in his independent study project. After a while, Lucius let him go, kissing him. “See you next time.” Like a ghost, Lucius slid away and down the hall. Composing himself, Sev followed. He’d get Lucius, one day, he thought as he went to the sixth year common bathroom to perform his usual ritual. Locking one of the stall doors, Sev stood before the toilet. He stuck his finger down his throat, throwing up bile and semen. This wasn’t something Severus would be able to stand for much longer…he hoped he wouldn’t have to.
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A catboy is fine too. And I dancedancedance and I dancedancedance!
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Kinkymuffin ^^
Quote: "The only thing better than tentacles is twentyacles." -- Dori, at TS MUSH
Swordsie, please edit down the FAPs in your post, it stretches the screen. 
And Ghastly... damn that 's hot.
And Ghastly... damn that 's hot.
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~Mavis Leyrer
....ahem....charming....He stuck his finger down his throat, throwing up bile and semen
*desperately prays to various Gods and Goddesses that this thread won't degenerate into some slashy-type fan-fic extravaganza.......PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE *
I shall keep myself in oysters for the rest of the week, thank you very much.
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I warned you. *points at Ghastly* He did fanfic too! *pout*Lulujayne wrote:....ahem....charming....He stuck his finger down his throat, throwing up bile and semen
*desperately prays to various Gods and Goddesses that this thread won't degenerate into some slashy-type fan-fic extravaganza.......PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE *
(I'd put another story up, to redeem myself.....alas, all I do is slashy-type fanfic.)
*pats Lulu* I'll redeem it as soon as I can hon; I've been kicking around a fic in my head for the past year or two, and now that I'm finally moving into my own apartment again, I'll probably start writing it. Problem is, it'll be almost novel-length, so I'll likely just post the link.Lulujayne wrote:....ahem....charming....He stuck his finger down his throat, throwing up bile and semen
*desperately prays to various Gods and Goddesses that this thread won't degenerate into some slashy-type fan-fic extravaganza.......PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE *
Will be a crossover between Buffy and Harry Potter, assuming anyone's interested.
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Woah Ghastly.. that story made me spill my cocoabutter.
I always knew she was packing some fine sweater meat in there.
I always knew she was packing some fine sweater meat in there.
Squidflakes, God-Emperor of the Tentacles.
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He demands obeisance in the form of oral sex, or he'll put you at the mercy of his tentacles. Even after performing obeisance, you might be on the receiving ends of tentacles anyway. In this case, pray to Sodomiticus to intercede on your behalf.
--from The Bible According to Badnoodles
perverted and depraved and deprived ~MooCow
Visit the Naughty Tentacle Cosplay Gallery
Hope so!, this thread has great potential to be a truly epic success, or a truly epic failure. Not much possible middle-ground.Lulujayne wrote:]*desperately prays to various Gods and Goddesses that this thread won't degenerate into some slashy-type fan-fic extravaganza.......PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE *
Nice to see some original stuff, and one thumb up to ghastly for a great story, and a second thumb for making it funny too. I'd require surgery to actually give a third thumb up for the nerd-cred involved in having the first responce to this thread being a scooby doo story, so just know that I'd give the third thumb if I had it.
I've got my fingers crossed for once this thread has time to be seen by some of the forum's more verbose members
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...i know i've seen that scooby story before. in fact i'm pretty sure it was -here- that i've seen it before.
hmm.. what should i throw in here?
aha! here's one. first posted this story on Sticky-site.com, since i yoink one of their conventions for the permanent adhesive in the bondage, but it was inspired here, sort of. got illustrated by th ndrade Brothers after i posted it there.
Anonymous Cock
by kite-san, with apologies to Unka Ghastly
“I hate my life. Why? Because I am fourty-three years old, and I can still fit into my prom dress. Analyze that statement for a few moments. Most women would probably kill me for saying it, except that there’s only one small problem. I didn’t go to my senior prom. I didn’t go to my junior prom. I went to a very pretentious middle school. I graduated from year 8 measuring in at 4-foot-nil, built like a stick. And thirty years later, nothing has changed.
“I still went to high school, I somehow got through college. But I was lonely. You really don’t have much in the way of options in lovers when your body forgot puberty entirely. Sure, you could be every creepy pedophile’s best friend, but I certainly don’t want that kind of life.
“The last straw came when my friends started calling me ‘Chibi Sue’ after a character in some webcomic. I don’t care if she, too, quests after ‘cock without an asshole attached to it,’ that just pushed me too far. Which is what brought me here. Why I’ve gone to every homeopath every surgeon every doctor and every sanctified walking steak on the planet, and in the end turned up naught. Why I’m here at EternaCorp to try to find an answer.”
Doctor Mikaela sighed softly, looking back and forth between the papers on her desk, and the overly young-looking woman seated opposite her. “Well, Ms. Andrews, that certainly satisfies the requirements we generally have before we undertake a project, but…”
Sarah interrupted her sharply, “I know. No turning back, no second thoughts, permanent solutions to temporary problems, it’s the slogan on the door.”
She sighed again, “Yes, that’s true, but.”
Again an interruption, “I read the papers before I signed them, I know. I don’t have the money to pay for it, so once it’s done, EternaCorp has the right to recoup the costs by any means it sees fit.”
Dr. Mikaela gritted her teeth, growing rapidly more unfond of the interruptions, “Yes, we assume all clients fit both of those well before getting to this part of the process, and if you’d let me finish, it’s about the options you’ve selected. You see, it’s far from complete set, whole sections have been left blank.”
Sarah nodded “I don’t care about those. As long as what I want… no, what I need, is done, fill in the blanks with whatever.”
Dr. Mikaela gave a thin smile, “Well in that case, just follow my assistant and she’ll get you prepared.”
An hour later, Dr. Mikaela and her assistant were watching from the observation room as the machines below went to work on an unconscious Sarah. The machines went about their program without knowledge or care for the indignities they were inflicting on their subject, the first step being to insure the necessities of life, her mouth stretched wide around a thick length of tubing, containing still more snaking pipes delving down into her lungs and throat, the end of each tube inflated slightly to hold it in place, and seal off what lay beyond them from any access other than the tubes themselves. These in place, a bluish-white ooze was pumped down the thick pipe, and Sarah’s mouth, nose, and throat were filled with a mixture of Maxim adhesive and latex, which would soon set into a squishy, but thoroughly irremovable seal, forever affixing the tubes within her. An ever so small quantity of the sludge was painted onto her eyelashes before pressing them against her skin, a redundant step, as the next was the placement of small, fleshtone rubber pads over her eyes, similarly glued into place. The devices then turned their attentions towards her nether regions, dull, lifeless appendages of a computer, they felt nothing as they spread her open, mechanically inserting a Maxim-smeared catheder and poop-chute, neither valved, so her body would void itself merely from the state of having something to void.
Susan then was coated thoroughly in Maxim, then wrapped from head to toe in latex mummywrap. This was allowed to set, before a second coat of Maxim was applied, her arms were folded across her chest, and her legs folded at the knees to press her feet against her rear, and she was wrapped again. The alternation of a layer of Maxim and a layer of wrappings proceeded for quite some time, though her crotch remained accessible throughout.
Then the machines changed pace, some arms retracting, other new ones extending, spraying her with coat after coat of liquid rubber, in a slightly off-pinkish tone. It built up around her, strategically shaped, it did not take long before a new shape began to emerge. Susan was now mostly gone. Her head was behind a pair of large rubber breasts, her own torso gone, narrow enough to allow the new thing taking shape to have the most waspish of waists, her folded legs reached halfway into the thighs of a pair of squishy rubber legs, and a pair of false arms adorned similarly fake shoulders. Her feeding and air tubes had been fed up the neck of the new being, terminating at the nose and wide ‘O’ mouth of a featureless rubber head.
It was at this point the thing was passed from the machine to manual finishing, a face was carved, sculpted out of the rubber mass, a latex wig secure din place with strategic daubs of Maxim. Latex lips, nipples, and eyes were painted on. Dr. Mikaela chuckled as she glanced down at the forms in her hands, the only stipulated criteria being “apparent age: 30-ish” and “sexually capable,” it was easy enough to get around it as to almost make her feel bad for doing it. Almost.
Dr. Mikaela leaned back in her chair, absent-mindedly clicking her mouse, she finalized a sale, and as her assistant put in a pacifier, and struggled a latex diaper onto the thing, the doctor made arrangements for shipping a new “adult baby” doll to an ageplay brothel. Susan would get her anonymous cock, though she’d probably for the rest of her life regret her impatience with forms.
EDIT: fargebargle. the attatchments refuse to show up int he correct order. oh well.
hmm.. what should i throw in here?
aha! here's one. first posted this story on Sticky-site.com, since i yoink one of their conventions for the permanent adhesive in the bondage, but it was inspired here, sort of. got illustrated by th ndrade Brothers after i posted it there.
Anonymous Cock
by kite-san, with apologies to Unka Ghastly
“I hate my life. Why? Because I am fourty-three years old, and I can still fit into my prom dress. Analyze that statement for a few moments. Most women would probably kill me for saying it, except that there’s only one small problem. I didn’t go to my senior prom. I didn’t go to my junior prom. I went to a very pretentious middle school. I graduated from year 8 measuring in at 4-foot-nil, built like a stick. And thirty years later, nothing has changed.
“I still went to high school, I somehow got through college. But I was lonely. You really don’t have much in the way of options in lovers when your body forgot puberty entirely. Sure, you could be every creepy pedophile’s best friend, but I certainly don’t want that kind of life.
“The last straw came when my friends started calling me ‘Chibi Sue’ after a character in some webcomic. I don’t care if she, too, quests after ‘cock without an asshole attached to it,’ that just pushed me too far. Which is what brought me here. Why I’ve gone to every homeopath every surgeon every doctor and every sanctified walking steak on the planet, and in the end turned up naught. Why I’m here at EternaCorp to try to find an answer.”
Doctor Mikaela sighed softly, looking back and forth between the papers on her desk, and the overly young-looking woman seated opposite her. “Well, Ms. Andrews, that certainly satisfies the requirements we generally have before we undertake a project, but…”
Sarah interrupted her sharply, “I know. No turning back, no second thoughts, permanent solutions to temporary problems, it’s the slogan on the door.”
She sighed again, “Yes, that’s true, but.”
Again an interruption, “I read the papers before I signed them, I know. I don’t have the money to pay for it, so once it’s done, EternaCorp has the right to recoup the costs by any means it sees fit.”
Dr. Mikaela gritted her teeth, growing rapidly more unfond of the interruptions, “Yes, we assume all clients fit both of those well before getting to this part of the process, and if you’d let me finish, it’s about the options you’ve selected. You see, it’s far from complete set, whole sections have been left blank.”
Sarah nodded “I don’t care about those. As long as what I want… no, what I need, is done, fill in the blanks with whatever.”
Dr. Mikaela gave a thin smile, “Well in that case, just follow my assistant and she’ll get you prepared.”
An hour later, Dr. Mikaela and her assistant were watching from the observation room as the machines below went to work on an unconscious Sarah. The machines went about their program without knowledge or care for the indignities they were inflicting on their subject, the first step being to insure the necessities of life, her mouth stretched wide around a thick length of tubing, containing still more snaking pipes delving down into her lungs and throat, the end of each tube inflated slightly to hold it in place, and seal off what lay beyond them from any access other than the tubes themselves. These in place, a bluish-white ooze was pumped down the thick pipe, and Sarah’s mouth, nose, and throat were filled with a mixture of Maxim adhesive and latex, which would soon set into a squishy, but thoroughly irremovable seal, forever affixing the tubes within her. An ever so small quantity of the sludge was painted onto her eyelashes before pressing them against her skin, a redundant step, as the next was the placement of small, fleshtone rubber pads over her eyes, similarly glued into place. The devices then turned their attentions towards her nether regions, dull, lifeless appendages of a computer, they felt nothing as they spread her open, mechanically inserting a Maxim-smeared catheder and poop-chute, neither valved, so her body would void itself merely from the state of having something to void.
Susan then was coated thoroughly in Maxim, then wrapped from head to toe in latex mummywrap. This was allowed to set, before a second coat of Maxim was applied, her arms were folded across her chest, and her legs folded at the knees to press her feet against her rear, and she was wrapped again. The alternation of a layer of Maxim and a layer of wrappings proceeded for quite some time, though her crotch remained accessible throughout.
Then the machines changed pace, some arms retracting, other new ones extending, spraying her with coat after coat of liquid rubber, in a slightly off-pinkish tone. It built up around her, strategically shaped, it did not take long before a new shape began to emerge. Susan was now mostly gone. Her head was behind a pair of large rubber breasts, her own torso gone, narrow enough to allow the new thing taking shape to have the most waspish of waists, her folded legs reached halfway into the thighs of a pair of squishy rubber legs, and a pair of false arms adorned similarly fake shoulders. Her feeding and air tubes had been fed up the neck of the new being, terminating at the nose and wide ‘O’ mouth of a featureless rubber head.
It was at this point the thing was passed from the machine to manual finishing, a face was carved, sculpted out of the rubber mass, a latex wig secure din place with strategic daubs of Maxim. Latex lips, nipples, and eyes were painted on. Dr. Mikaela chuckled as she glanced down at the forms in her hands, the only stipulated criteria being “apparent age: 30-ish” and “sexually capable,” it was easy enough to get around it as to almost make her feel bad for doing it. Almost.
Dr. Mikaela leaned back in her chair, absent-mindedly clicking her mouse, she finalized a sale, and as her assistant put in a pacifier, and struggled a latex diaper onto the thing, the doctor made arrangements for shipping a new “adult baby” doll to an ageplay brothel. Susan would get her anonymous cock, though she’d probably for the rest of her life regret her impatience with forms.
EDIT: fargebargle. the attatchments refuse to show up int he correct order. oh well.
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http://www.shokushu.com come all ye faithful to an RP forum for tentacoo wape. okay, well actually the forum is HERE http://shokushucampus.com/ now, but the site is still fun.
bring RRR to iRL!!
"In volatile market, only stable investment is PORN!" - Trekkie Monster, Avenue Q
bring RRR to iRL!!
"In volatile market, only stable investment is PORN!" - Trekkie Monster, Avenue Q
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Hmmm... I could post the only erotic stories I've ever written, but they don't have original characters in them... *Huggles his dickgirl Power Girl and Wonder Woman.*
Quote of the Moment: “Greetings, my friend. We are all interested in the future, for that is where you and I are going to spend the rest of our lives.” ~Criswell~
Creepy story kite-san! 
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“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
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I mentioned [url=http://marjorie_b.tripod.com/index.shtml]this site[/url] before, but last time in a thread about pictures. That woman is an excellent artist and writer and obviously has a a big fondness for tentacles. Aside from the recurrent tentacle theme, I guess the stories could be generalized as fantasy in a modern setting, but there is some sci-fi and non-fantasy as well.
Another story I enjoyed alot is the Chronicles of Rapina. It's about a young woman who (spoiler for the first chapter) more or less accidentally absorbs the powers of succubus-like being. It's very long (and hasn't ended) and has many twists and turns. It's a pretty much standard fantasy setting, but well fleshed out. It also has a kind of anti-anti-sex message.
Neither site has been updated in a while though.
Another story I enjoyed alot is the Chronicles of Rapina. It's about a young woman who (spoiler for the first chapter) more or less accidentally absorbs the powers of succubus-like being. It's very long (and hasn't ended) and has many twists and turns. It's a pretty much standard fantasy setting, but well fleshed out. It also has a kind of anti-anti-sex message.
Neither site has been updated in a while though.