Looking for story witers.....inside

[purecane]

Not blog posters....but story writers....possibly ongoing series writers....dont want to disclose too much atm..but if creative writing is your thing....post some samples in this thread and leave contact info.....

[marlboroack]

Contact me.

[TrashyGirl]

The raindrops graced her cold cheek as if the dead girl were crying. The blank stare of her blue eyes gazed permanently into some invisible, far off place. Perhaps that was where she was now or where she was not. He wondered how long he had been gazing down at her. Damn light! Where did the darkness go? Many questions burned as the sunlight began to sting his eyes. His senses felt alive and not even the ugliness of approaching day could rob him of that.

Time to go home. The adrenaline now settling down a bit, he noticed how the tiny droplets of sweat on his forearms seemed to flow so elegantly with the rivulets of her blood, as though dancing in harmony. As he began to stand, he stopped for a moment to arrange her hair in a more flowing design, crowning the girl's frozen face in an eerie artistic fashion. But it wasn't so much the sunlight, as the lively song of a bird above him that brought him back to the harsh reality that this game was over. "Oh well ... all in all, good game."

The bird continued its morning song. Damn bird! As he started his short journey back, he found himself wishing he could fly. Not to be free, for he had already found the ultimate freedom of his soul, but oh how he would love to find and destroy that bird, a symbol in his mind of all the world's false securities. Everyday happiness. The same old songs playing over and over. If he were a red tailed hawk to the bluebird... Or was he already? One by one, he would break them all. Walking slightly faster, his fists clenched, "one by one", his steps and the voice within him reminded and assured him of his ambitions.

trashyg *at* ymail (dotyouknowwhat)

[Captain Kawaii]

Originally Posted by purecane73

Not blog posters....but story writers....possibly ongoing series writers....dont want to disclose too much atm..but if creative writing is your thing....post some samples in this thread and leave contact info.....

Please send a quick e-mail to juicybunnyxxx at g mail dot c-o-m

Sorry, I get way too much spam for dick pills, fake dating, fake stocks, fake fakes...
I'd love to write/adapt a hentai anime.

[CurrentlySober]

I'm sat at the computer, busy doing my stuff... The odd email, surfing the net, looking up the odd detail from a movie thats playing in the background on IMDB, and... Enjoying GFY...

Then, suddenly, I feel the urge 'To Go'.... That strange feeling where you have a very slight stomach ache, and are fully aware you have a penis... But I ignore it...

After an hour or so, the tip of my penis is becoming very sensitive against my underwear, and my brain is telling me to visit the bathroom... I can even look out the office door and can see the toilet across the hallway, but for some weird reason, I stay put...

I'm still sitting infront of the PC over 15 mins later, and that tingle in my penis tip, and the feeling in my stomach, are now more of an actual pain... My buttocks and sphincter are also tensing up, and I find myself involuntary raising myself up and down from my chair at 30 second intervals, without feeling fully in control of my actions... TBH, It feels rather nice.... In a kinda naughty, sexual, kinda way...

So, I glance again towards the toilet, and think enough is enough. Time to go, and go to raise myself out of my chair... BUT SOMETHING KEEPS ME SEATED ! Something primal - Something from the start of time - Something SO POWERFUL... I just cant resist... So I 'Relax...'


But... Nothing happens! I cant just piss into my own clothing, when I can see the toilet! I admit that I WANT TOO... I have a desire to do so.. But... I just CANT - Its not normal - Not clean - Not correct - and... TBH - Extremely difficult... So, my body takes control, and I feel the urge 'subside'...

But while the urge may have subsided, the desire has not... So I look from my desk towards the toilet, and back to my desk where there is a full pint glass of vodka and redbull... So, throwing caution to the wind, I pick up the glass, and begin to swallow the liquid nectar, as fast as i can... I dont wanna get 'Drunk' I wanna pee... So Bad ! So I swallow as quick as possible, and fill my belly ! Now... If I can only wait 30 mins or so, for it to 'pass through'... Then we will have a very naughty result...

Luckily... I dont have to wait that long...

So... I think to myself.. This is it... Self urination ! Lets go, and with one last loving glance towards the toilet, I sit back in my chair, relax and prepare for nature to take its course... But, just as I feel its about to spurt everywhere... Reality kicks in, and I 'Stop Myself' (Subconsciously) While I feel bad about stopping, I understand my body is just behaving itself, so I glance at the toilet, and push up on arms of my chair... THEN IT HAPPENS!

One quick 'guilty' squirt! Only a tablespoon or so, but its shot out into my fresh white underwear, and caused a noticeable colour change to the front of my jeans! Its warm, wet, and TBH, feels comforting as it trickles back, into the rear of my jeans and warms my balls up... So I sit back down... And examine my stained crotch... The urine is warm at my ass, creating a small puddle in my leather chair, so i absent mindidly rub at the front of my wet warm jeans, with my right hand... IT FEELS GOOD... I feel myself becoming aroused, and just think FUCK IT!!!


GAME OVER ! So much for not holding it in ! IT FLOODS OUT... ll into my trousers and underwear, creating a puddle under my ass, in my padded chair, which I find myself squishing up and down in ! Guiltily at first, but after a few moments, I am bouncing up and down in this puddle of my own hot piss, totally unashamed off myself ! Plus the bouncing is causing it to run down the inside of my jean legs, not only causing a glowing colour change, but filling up my socks and shoes ! FUCK ME I NEEDD TO PISS ! IT WONT STOP... But I DONT CARE !

Suddenly, I feel I need a shit... Almost in the same way, as if I were sat on the toilet already... So... I relax and.... <SNIP!>

OK... Perhaps no what you are looking for, but why always color inside the lines?

[AsianDivaGirlsWebDude]

As an ornithologist, George was fascinated by the fact that urine and feces mix in birds? rectums to form a unified, homogeneous slurry that is expelled through defecation, although eying Greta's face, and sensing the reaction of the congregation, he immediately realized he should have used a different analogy to describe their relationship in his wedding vows.

He swaggered into the room (in which he was now the ?smartest guy?) with a certain Wikipedic insouciance, and without skipping a beat made a beeline towards Dorothy, busting right through her knot of admirers, and she threw her arms around him and gave him a passionate though slightly tickly kiss, moaning softly, ?Oooohh, Scarecrow!?

William, his senses roused by a warm fetid breeze, hoped it was an early spring?s equinoxal thaw causing rivers to swell like the blood-engorged gumlines of gingivitis, loosening winter?s plaque, exposing decay, and allowing the seasonal pot-pouris of Mother Nature?s morning breath to permeate the surrounding ether, but then he awoke to the unrelenting waves of his wife?s halitosis.

As he told her that he loved her she gazed into his eyes, wondering, as she noted the infestation of eyelash mites, the tiny deodicids burrowing into his follicles to eat the greasy sebum therein, each female laying up to 25 eggs in a single follicle, causing inflammation, whether the eyes are truly the windows of the soul; and, if so, his soul needed regrouting.

Mea culpa - I didn't write those...they are winning entries in a "bad writing contest.



ADG

[Leshansom]

Here's a little sample for you if you really want it on here man! I'm also published by the way if that makes any difference to your choice.

Joshua was indeed a modern day Henry Jekyll, always trying too hard to conceal his true feelings, wearing an unusually conservative appearance at all times; even at home. His life obliged him to conceal his real pleasures, and this caused an extreme duplicity of emotions. It was only in moods such as the one he had worked himself into on this particular evening, that he could remove his disguise and submit to his more “imperious desires”. As he looked across the road in the faded light of evening he realised that now was one of those moments. Joshua Spencer had a secret. He adored women’s underwear. He had a raging stiffy walking through the lingerie department with his wife, affectedly ignoring the rails of beautiful items that looked like cakes in a pie shop window. He had bought underwear before, three towns away from his own, just like a teenager buying a porno mag, but it had always been obvious in his mind that the assistant knew he was buying it for himself. This wasn’t because he bought the correct size either, no, on the contrary, he like squeezing into tiny little panties and forcing his cock to bulge out at the sides. What he gazed upon across the road was magnificent, and to a bystander looking at Joshua, it appeared to be a moment not unlike one of those Indiana Jones experiences when he stares at a priceless relic with special powers. The prize in question was a collection of beautiful lingerie arranged along a washing line next to a public footpath that ran through some waste ground on its way to the next estate. Firstly there was a pair of stockings, looking all flimsy and out of shape. Joshua couldn’t tell from this distance whether they were silk or not. Then there was a suspender belt, followed by a thong and matching bra. They were done seductively in what looked like red and black, the red looked silk and it covered the best parts. ‘They must feel great,’ Josh thought to himself. He had to get a closer look at them.

[Leshansom]

Not sure what type of story writer you're after, but I write from both a male and female perspective, multiple niches, and I also write mainstream.

[kane]

Sounds like it could be a fun gig, but I am so booked right now I don't have time to do anything new. Good luck finding someone good.

[purecane]

Thanks for all the replies! i was growing concerned that this business post was just going to fall into oblivion!

I will send everyone some email or contact today...

[TrainWreckContent]

contact my business partner [email protected] he can help

[purecane]

Originally Posted by Leshansom

Not sure what type of story writer you're after, but I write from both a male and female perspective, multiple niches, and I also write mainstream.

email address????

[CaptainHowdy]

Originally Posted by Leshansom

Joshua was indeed a modern day Henry Jekyll...

[CDSmith]

Let's talk.

cdsmodels AT shaw DOT ca

I've sold more stories over the years than I'd care to count. Will provide samples via email once I hear from you.