One thing that makes for a dull story is a predictable storyline, or ending.
I love stories that take me on a journey off the beaten track, the storyline goes off on subtle tangents.
With that in mind, here's a little game.
Write the start of a sentence, the next different poster has to finish it off in an unexpected direction, then post the beginning of a new sentence (can be totally unrelated to the above one).
Here's a silly example:
He was so huge that she doubted whether he would be able to fit...
..under the sink to fix the pipe.
I'll kick it off:
She licked her lips, and unzipped...
(EDIT: please refrain from posting images or videos in this thread)
as he came through the front door and gracefully slipped off his teeshirt, he seemed the essence of confidence and strength. His eyes burned holes in her soul and his big strong hands...
You've been a bad girl! Now take your pajamas off and go to my room!
... shocking news that she was pregnant, either by him, his brother, her father, or her son -- she wasn't sure which. As she delivered the shameful news, a huge bulge formed in his...
You've been a bad girl! Now take your pajamas off and go to my room!
...backpack. "Shit!" He cried. "My liferaft!" He hurried toward the back door, dragging the pack, as the yellow rubber raft began inflating and filling the room...
Then it came back to him; the person in the photo was the captain of the tanker that had rescued him when his yacht had sunk, he had not recognised him out of uniform.
He let his mind relive that night in port that he and the captain, and second-mate, had spent visiting whorehouses.
At the time, going to whore houses to sell Bibles to the whores and madames had seemed totally logical, but with hind sight, he realised they may have made a marketing error.
What had become of that joker, the second mate, he wondered, who had the odd habit of...
The memories seemed hazy as he struggled to remember. He saw himself laid out on a strange bed as she suckled his cock. Not able to move, he barely seemed to have the strength to open his eyes. Managing to see the shape of the woman's head resting on his thigh, he watched her suck from him...
sorry JennyP
Torture the data long enough and they will confess to anything.
the very last bit of pleasure remaining in his wretched, forty-three year long, vacant marriage to her. He then coursed through the phone book, seeking male escort services, as he sought a little something different....
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Nicola clicked her browser open, she was feeling slightly aroused, especially after seeing the ad for...
... the new improved Ride'em Baby! vacuum cleaner with a rug cleaning attatchment. But she wasn't sure that was what her hair dresser had recommended for...
.........her to buy as a gift for her sister who moved to new house nearby and was doing a lot of cleaning over there. She was talking to her hairdresser on that while he sliped his hand..........
He almost fed his goldfish, cat food and his cat, fish flakes. Pausing to collect his thoughts, he wondered whether Nicola would receive his advice well at all, or if she would stubbornly insist on offering her sister The Pool Boy Gift coupon, which she had mentioned as a likely option.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
opening wine bottles, removing the cork with her eyebrow, which just sent me over the moon. I felt something crawling across my bare foot, and when I glanced down...
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
