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Post by Vespa on Mar 9, 2009 14:17:42 GMT -5
OMG ROOKUMS IT WAS!
I found it on some cursing site Raron showed me but now I can't find it. And it was perfect. If Raron wasn't such a poop and signed on once in a while I'd so have it!
That's what I get fro speed writing the day before the contest ends. >.<
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Post by Vespa on Mar 9, 2009 20:03:41 GMT -5
Wet Dreams It was quiet and empty. Late nights were like that in the armory. All but one left for slumber at home. Tonight was a night of the mistress's return. The svelte feline prowled the hallways still hyped from the kill. The adrenaline coursing through her veins begged for a release only one man could provide. Around the corner she posed with hip dropped and a seductive flare known well by those of the feline nature. Sultry eyes batted and gazed at the lonely figure in the light. “Hey there big boy, you look a bit lonely tonight.” From his work he looked to see the feline in heat and a smirk charmed his face. “Yeah, just a bit. I could use some company.” Waving hips turned and swaggered towards the table and to the small muscular male—chiseled muscles contoured by the sharp lighting. Her hips pressed gently at his chest before his arm swung over the surface of the table and carelessly scattered his work. Their eyes met with an intense fiery passion best known in films. With a firm grasp around her waist he goaded her against the table. His small slimy form pressed and lay her back onto the table, her breasts bouncing like luscious spheroids of pleasure. Moving a stool beneath his foot hands he stood upon it and lent over the seductive feline licking his lips in complete lust for the woman he's desired for so long. The feline begged and squirmed beneath his strong frame and waited for that moment. Slowly he lent down, closer, and closer. Just as their lips touched Vladma screeched and sat up wiping the liquid from her face. Blurred eyes peeked open to see nothing but the armory. Blinking a few times her vision cleared and Pete “Prick” the Pincushion stood cackling as the blue bucket dripped it's final drop.
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Post by Rook on Mar 9, 2009 20:09:20 GMT -5
ROTFL.
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Post by light on Mar 9, 2009 21:11:00 GMT -5
Sorry about her having antlers, I just imagine all elk and deer having antlers no matter their gender. I fixed it though!
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Post by Vespa on Mar 9, 2009 21:52:56 GMT -5
Nah it's cool. Don't worry about it. I know, they're just neater that way. >.>
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Post by Raron on Mar 10, 2009 9:37:10 GMT -5
Hey I wanna apologize Rook. I know I promised to write a story but life just happened all over the place EVERY time I sat down to write.
GRRR... but I intend to join the next contest. And write GOOD.
V... you have dimitri right on when you write him. It is spooky.
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Post by Rook on Mar 10, 2009 10:11:16 GMT -5
xD No problem, just vote please xDD
Also, the next contest is gonna be an art one, so you'd better try to draw something even if it kills you. lol
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Post by sinatra on Mar 10, 2009 15:19:53 GMT -5
Ah noez! Art contest? That has an Epic Fail written all over it for me... -whimpers- I'll stick with my Diet Pepsi... WHOAH. I totally just typed that cuz the commercial was on! Freaky... |
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Post by Vespa on Mar 10, 2009 15:43:39 GMT -5
Bawww! You guys are lame!
You gotta enter something.
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Post by Rook on Mar 10, 2009 16:28:26 GMT -5
Yeah, even a doodle, no matter how it looks would be appreciated. ;.; don't dissapoint Rookums again!
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