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Saxon

Little things please little minds...

Posted on 2007.11.17 at 16:29
Current Mood: amusedamused
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I need to share this! XD

I found the most fab 'Instant Slash generator' while cruising for slash websites.

Here's the link, I hope.

http://www.britslash.co.uk/instantslash.html

And here's one I made earlier!


The darkness was all around as Sam walked through alleyway down towards his Sam's flat, random thoughts of blow job crossing his mind.

He had been shocked earlier when Loz had told him she often dreamed about Woolf involved in rimming with a squirrel , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Gene .

One day he would discuss his feelings with Chris, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Gene masturbating himself with a turkey baster.

The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the dishcloth he was carrying with him. Would Gene's balls feel like that to his prostate?

What would Gene think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating bisto off Gene's beautiful nipple?

Sam rubbed the dishcloth against his balls whispering Gene's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his Sam's flat but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Gene's name into the night.

Meanwhile, Gene had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. alleyway was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the bisto he was carrying and leisurely scratched his balls.

He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Sam calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his bisto and ran towards the sound of his Dorothy's voice.

Gene stumbled through the darkness towards Sam. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Dorothy being attacked by a squirrel. Was he about to be raped by Warren dressed as Woolf? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his prostate.

Sam, Sam, my Dorothy, screamed Gene. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Sam leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the dishcloth and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare nipple pointing in the air.

Gene! Sam gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Chris said you were in your Sam's flat engaged in some blow job with Loz.

No, I was alone in my Sam's flat with nothing but my turkey baster for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your nipple was, and how I would like to stroke my balls against it, and have you kiss my prostate, and now I see your nipple for myself I realise that not even Woolf has a nipple to compare with yours.

Oh, Dorothy, Chris said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Loz.

What! That old squirrel, I'd rather get involved in rimming with Warren, a dishcloth and bisto than dream of blow job with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my prostate curl.

Oh, Sam!

Oh, Gene, my Dorothy!

Cue soft music, sounds of blow job and rimming, soft focus and fade.........

Comments:


Loz
lozenger8 at 2007-11-17 16:38 (UTC) (Link)
I'm your Mary Sue?

You evil, evil woman.
Loz
lozenger8 at 2007-11-17 16:40 (UTC) (Link)

Double Commenting, but so what?

The really weird thing is that we used so many similar things. I used 'Sam's flat', 'alleyway', 'Warren' and 'blowjob'. I used 'Gladys' as opposed to 'Dorothy'.

Edited at 2007-11-17 16:41 (UTC)
I, being poor, have only my dreams.
bistokids at 2007-11-17 16:46 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Double Commenting, but so what?

Yay! Synchronicity (or a restricted canon, but what the hell?!) jantalaimon has a lot to answer for in that the first item that can be used as a sex aid that came to mind - literally the very first thing - was the turkey baster!

(Of course you were the Mary Sue!)
Mac
ausmac at 2007-11-17 20:22 (UTC) (Link)
Oh yes, we were playing with the instaslash back in my early Star Wars TPM days, and much hilarity ensued. It's great fun.
dorsetgirl
dorsetgirl at 2007-11-18 23:16 (UTC) (Link)
I sometimes wonder what I did with my time before I discovered there were other things on the internet besides Family History...

Here's a little bit of my version:

"Gene! Sam gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Ray said you were in your flat engaged in some sucking off with Annie."

"No, I was alone in my flat with nothing but my dildo for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your ring was, and how I would like to stroke my cock against it, and have you kiss my arse, and now I see your ring for myself I realise that not even Rathbone has a ring to compare with yours."

Thank you for the education!
Using words like a trickster
liquorishflame at 2007-11-23 13:40 (UTC) (Link)
Oh this is too crazy man! :D Thank you random slash generator! Thank you bistokids! You've saved us all with teh power of seex ;)
girl
totallywow at 2007-11-27 20:08 (UTC) (Link)
I am painfully amused...!

mine:

The darkness was all around as Sam walked through the pub down towards his bed, random thoughts of anal crossing his mind.

He had been shocked earlier when Annie had told him she often dreamed about Rathbone involved in rimming with a tiger , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Gene .

One day he would discuss his feelings with Ray, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Gene masturbating himself with a cock ring.

The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the candlestick holder he was carrying with him. Would Gene's cock feel like that to his arse?

What would Gene think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate off Gene's beautiful thigh?

Sam rubbed the candlestick holder against his cock whispering Gene's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his bed but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Gene's name into the night.

Meanwhile, Gene had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The pub was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Chocolate he was carrying and leisurely scratched his cock.

He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Sam calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Chocolate and ran towards the sound of his sugarpuff's voice.

Gene stumbled through the darkness towards Sam. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his sugarpuff being attacked by a tiger. Was he about to be raped by Morgan dressed as Rathbone? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his arse.

Sam, Sam, my sugarpuff, screamed Gene. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Sam leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the candlestick holder and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare thigh pointing in the air.

Gene! Sam gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Ray said you were in your bed engaged in some anal with Annie.

No, I was alone in my bed with nothing but my cock ring for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your thigh was, and how I would like to stroke my cock against it, and have you kiss my arse, and now I see your thigh for myself I realise that not even Rathbone has a thigh to compare with yours.

Oh, sugarpuff, Ray said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Annie.

What! That old tiger, I'd rather get involved in rimming with Morgan, a sofa and Chocolate than dream of anal with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my arse curl.

Oh, Sam!

Oh, Gene, my sugarpuff!

Cue soft music, sounds of anal and rimming, soft focus and fade........
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