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Sub4You4UKOnly -> RE: Story writing contest (7/28/2008 10:15:28 AM)
A bit....my story is better ;) been writing it for like a year or two xD and NO you can't read it grr, my book!

Termyn8or -> RE: Story writing contest (7/28/2008 10:18:18 AM)
So far so good. The next time someone insinuates I am crazy, drunk or high I will refer them to this thread. I am at my desk, writing the patent application for my new invention. It is so innovative and new that I dare not mention it here. But perhaps I am full of myself. If so I will have to go to the Cayman Islands to get the rest of my money. She walks in, sits on my lap, and I gave her a nice greeting :-) I didn't try to hide my work, she would never understand it anyway. I was surpised when she read it and said "This is good". Damn, hope I can trust her. But knowing what she is, perhaps I can. All this time she has not fed on me, apparently she finds other qualities in me. I do not fear becoming like her, in fact I welcome it. She probably knows that I know. Since I met her I almost haven't seen her eat or drink anything. I have seen how she acts in the sun, always covered, and wants to get in as soon as possible. But at night you can't keep her in the house unless you tie her down. Another little clue as to what she is was when she broke one of the ropes restraining her, I have used that type of rope to tow cars. I have now switched to metal restraints and heavy chains for our playtime. She can probably break those as well, but at the moment they give me a better illusion of power, and it seems they give her a better illusion of submission. Sometimes I get the feeling that I am falling into a trap, an escape proof trap, or that perhaps I am already caught in it. She has a way of evoking in me, my deepest thoughts and my most complex theories. I should have known she would understand my latest invention. That reminds me today I must get the application to my patent attorney. He is fast and will have the research done in about a week. Then it will be official. My invention. I could just submit it myself but I don't want "patent applied for" I want "patent pending". The reason for that is I made more money suing those who stole my design than I did selling it. She comes and goes as she pleases. I finally gave her a key. I usually don't do that, but she is different. Very different. She walked in yesterday as I was listening to Foreigner - Spellbinder. If you have ever heard that tune you know it is practically impossible to dance to, but she did it. Exotic moves I had never seen, never even thought possible. What am I getting myself into here ? Please note that if you have to slay my vampy GF I might have to slay you. Bringing in more characters might be a good idea about now. People are going to go on different tangents, and that should work much better with more characters. I see some others are writing in first person but from a different perspective. Perhaps it would be cool if people invented their own character, and wrote in first person. You could be an old vampy friend of hers, and you're humgry and then could have a fight as she protects you, err me err whatever. Ultimately this might turn out to be stupid, but it might be some fun. That's why it's here. Saying it should be maybe in OTD, well that I understand, but this is stupidity. This is taking a break from the world, and to say that it will get buried in obscurity here is to say that it can't compete in this section. To that I say - only the strong survive. If it dies it dies. I have threads I wish would stay dead but every once in a while someone finds one and regurgitates it to the top. I know I know "Welcome to CM". I haven't really noticed because I haven't looked yet, but some of us may butt heads. By that I mean that we will be writing a part of the story based on what's there up to that point, but then so is someone else and you are totally unaware of each other. I don't think there is a solution to this problem given the circumstances. The only way I could see it to lock the thread whenever someone is composing a post. I don't think even the moderators can do that. It would require the real brass, the people who wrote the software I believe. So we are going to have to live with that problem, and I have no idea how to deal with it. Do we go by who posted first, who posted better, or what ? If you have two five paragraph posts that were posted within ten seconds of each other, of course they had no idea someone else was posting at the same time. Any ideas on resolving that are welcome. Yes I created a monster possibly, but I didn't say I was going to raise it alone. There are just about no rules. The italics for comments is just about mandatory, but who would want to confuse the whole thing ever further ? And she sits next to me, reading what I just wrote. I almost never let anyone do that. Why is she so special ? I have had some hotties, but this one is different. Not only does she stimulate my mind, she is also the most fit physical specimen I have ever encountered. I think I am in a trap, I just don't know if I care. T

suhlut -> RE: Story writing contest (7/28/2008 10:26:45 AM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Sub4You4UKOnly A bit....my story is better ;) been writing it for like a year or two xD and NO you can't read it grr, my book! lol sub.. this ISNT meant to be published as the next great piece of literature, but instead is sposed to be a fun lil game. As for better, i wouldnt know, but i feel a bit of pride at what i have written here thus far, with no time to plt and think, i am just writing off the cuff here. Now THATS talent. Personally when i write longer pieces, i usually have many side pages open, for "jotting down notes" as ideas and thoughts flow to where i want things to go, so that i wont forget as i am typing along where i am at in the story in any given moment. That makes it a longer process, but at least saves me from remembering when its to late, that "ooh yeah.. i wanted this to happen way back there in the story.." or even worse, to completely forget it. Regardless,,this is just writing for the joy of writing.. a game..for fun.. join us, if you'd like!

Sub4You4UKOnly -> RE: Story writing contest (7/28/2008 10:34:31 AM)
i was joking when i said mine was better :P and i know this is a fun game and mine isn't gonna be published either lol

HeavansKeeper -> RE: Story writing contest (7/28/2008 1:43:31 PM)
He stands at the edge of my bed, the newest butler of my chambers. I call him in for a kiss on the neck, and a tiny bit more. "You bit me!" says the drunk, but not in a bad way. Concerned, but not realizing he could be any other man. He lean in again, perhaps there is a darker side in this one. Perhaps he will be worth turning, instead of a meal. If I turn him, he will be my disciple for epochs. What was that spark I felt in the bar?

suhlut -> RE: Story writing contest (7/28/2008 8:04:36 PM)
Meal or not? I decide I must know everything possible, before making any final decisions. My tongue flickers out, licking, healing the lil nibble I have taken. I pull back the blanket, an open invitation to come join me, my heavy breasts laying bare, as I scootch over to make room. I watch as he uses the same set of steps, to lift himself up to my bed. I look into his eyes and am glad to see that he seems much less intoxicated. And he willingly slips into my open arms. I feel his mouth desend down upon mine and begin to kiss me, softly at first, but more urgently the closer he presses his nakedness to mine. I can feel the full length of his desire, pressing against my thigh. I slowly begin turning, until I am looking down at him straddled between my thighs. I tease, grinding my sex against his, as I lean down, my tongue flickering against a nipple. Red curls flow down over his face as I allow my hair to fall free. As I drag my hair along, I use the moment to seize his wrists, quickly cuffing one and then the other to my headboard. I lift myself straight, face completely expressionless, as I gaze down at him. I notice a flicker of fear cross his eyes. I sit my weight down against his waist and cross my arms as I continue looking down at him. I begin speaking in a quiet but strong and determined tone, and ask him, " Why do I sence something about you that is different? I senced that you concidered yourself to be strong, but at first assumed it was some sort of male pride, thinking of yourself as being able to get other women from being strong. Somehow I get the feeling that I was wrong, and you ARE going to explain it to me." I grind my sex against his once again, and smile, please that he still wants me. I lift my eyebrow in expectation, waiting for him to begin to speak.

Termyn8or -> RE: Story writing contest (7/28/2008 10:03:10 PM)
Wow. She bit me. Yes I may have been a bit inebriated, but that seemed to help. It was as if I was infected with something, and I had never felt anything like this. It's like there was a vibrating being of some sort taking over my body. And then it was time to sleep. It is a good thing that my life is such that I can sleep for three days, otherwise I might've wound up in the coroner's office. But things have changed. I no longer get hungry in the normal sense. All I want is meat and I want it raw. A nice couple of pounds of beef or whatever dripping blood satisfies me for a couple days. And I noticed something else today, I got hit by a car that was going about 25MPH. I got up and told the guy just to keep going. There was a dent, and I certainly didn't want to pay for it so blow it off. You just don't know how ruthless people are. After that incident I climbed the stairs in the building. Five stories and I did it about five stairs at a time. When I got up there I was not out of wind at all. It is as if there is another strength now, something other than the usual. There was a big dent in that car and they could not believe that I was OK, and that I walked away. I ate one of my favorites, fried asparagus, and found no pleasure in it at all. All I want is raw meat. Nothing else matters. Just meat. She likes liver, something I always hated. But it is different now. I am trying to understand the changes coming over me, but I don't have any information. This is something I never experienced. This is new and actually intriguing to me. Someone wanted to take this to vamps. Done. Now if someone wants to slay vamps, realize that you are against two who have 100 times your physical strength. So understand that and write write write. T

HeavansKeeper -> RE: Story writing contest (7/29/2008 3:35:15 AM)
Batman could do it. The sun starts to creep toward my slumbering figure. The golden blades of light stretch slowly, with the luxury of time on their side. The blond snake slithers through the covers, onto a more interesting surface. The itch on my face wakes me. Scratching doesn't bed this nuisance, and touching it with my hand leaves me burning there. I open my eye, and it feels like one is in salt water, and I kick my way back accordingly. Yesterday I felt so good, so strong, so.. immortal. I went to bed fine, and now I have a splitting headache, and I feel clammy and shakey. I watch the unrelenting light move closer to me. Could it really be..? I slowly stretch my hand out to the light. Nothing at first. Then I can feel it, like ants walking on my skin. Then the ants start biting. I don't know exactly what's happening, but I had better call off my daytime appointments.

Termyn8or -> RE: Story writing contest (7/29/2008 2:52:03 PM)
Am I getting this right H ? You are writing in first person as her ? She is sick, poor thing. And I think that little nip made her that way. My body chemistry has never been normal, in fact my body temperature is nominally about 97.1. (this is true in real life) I still can feel that I have changed. I don't want to lose her, but I have no idea what to do. Best I can do, luckily I had long hair and a beard, but I know that doesn't really do it. But I had to do something. I walked into the local blood bank and had a look around. It went well, I found their bags of blood and took one. I chose O negative because it is my blood type I think, and started out the door with it. The security guard got in my way and I pulled out my PPK, and told him "Do not try to stop me". As soon as I got home I brought it to her and she drank almost all of it and then handed it to me. Strange, I never had the desire to drink blood before. But I took what was left and it was invigorating. I felt so strong, I just don't know how to express it. After about an hour she couldn't keep her hands off of me. We had a good time to say the least, she was well again. Later we talked. If she bites me again it will not be to feed, just to inject. It is not necessary though because once this stuff gets in your blood it reproduces. Another bite would just speed my conversion. It seems there is something in my blood that is poisonous to her kind, but that does not change anything, the conversion will proceed, although on me it is going slowly. And it has occurred to me that the same agent in my blood that made her sick might become poisonous to me. I asked her about this and she said usually when that happens the conversion goes a bit differently, and that I was likely to be even stronger because of it. Then she said we had to go see someone. Some sort of local leader. Now that was something. He pulled off a couple of magic tricks that seemed to defy the laws of physics, I did not applaud or anything, and neither did she. I knew we were in his environment and alot of things can be done when you own the environment. But what did impress me was a bit later. He sits down and I told him "That was a great show Man, excellent". He accepted the praise graciously and then said "Look into my eyes". Immediately a song popped into my head, and I mean strong. I mean the kind of thing you might try for days to get, not the song's fault, but the desire for the song. It was either the Guess Who or Grass Roots, and there is a part of it that gets low and sings "Don't ya wanna raindance with me". I'd guess Guess Who. Then he starts singing it. Everything else I had seen could be an illusion, but this was something inside my own mind. Later I asked him to tell me the name of the song so I could find it and he said "I have no idea, it came out of your mind". I learned alot more about this state of existence that day. Although my conversion is not yet complete, it is better not to rush it. Every day it seems I see and hear more clearly and have more wind and more strength, even though I have not been working out. That guy told me if I reach a certain point, that I could cause another one of us to have an orgasm just by looking into their eyes. Many prefer to have real sex though. To each, his/her own. In some cases we can do the same to normal people. The way it was explained to me is to look right in their eyes and project a thought. I do not have that skill yet, but they say I will in time. Now that I think about it, last night I came when I looked in her eyes. Funny coincidence or what ? Y'know, I can change my life anytime I want, and I want her. In the past I would be in almost 100% control. Not that I was mean, but I was the boss. Actually I still am but I am putting up with a few things I did not before. I think she's a keeper. Yesterday she went to the store and picked up some nice bloody steaks, which we enjoyed immenseley. But I had a good belly laugh when she said "Want me to fire up the grill ?". That was funny as hell to me. Sometimes I think I am falling into another trap - love. Hey I didn't start the vamp shit. But it works. T

Termyn8or -> RE: Story writing contest (7/29/2008 9:39:15 PM)
Getting scared or what ? T

suhlut -> RE: Story writing contest (7/29/2008 9:58:31 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Termyn8or Getting scared or what ? T are You asking me that question T? If so, then no.. i am not scared..what would there be to be scared about? i do find a few things puzzling though. Mostly i am sitting here, trying to think of what to write. Neither You, nor Keeper seem all that thrilled that i had changed it to a vamp thing, so i dont know if i should be sorry.. just forget about it and never write again.. or what? i'd thought and been under the impression that you'd enjoyed my writing skill.

Termyn8or -> RE: Story writing contest (7/29/2008 10:44:18 PM)
Why do you think that way ? What you need some stroking ? If you are near Ohio I might be able to handle that. If you don't feel like contributing, wait until you do. The vamp idea is fine. In fact I am starting to like it. If you are projecting some bad shit that happened in real life, first of all people do that all the time, but start a thread about it. People will offer advice, and it is up to you to take it or reject it. Thing is I can find nothing that indicates your assumption. I appreciate your participation, and even if I didn't, this thread does not belong to me. Have at it no matter what. And your turn is coming up soon, so be thinking up some wierd shit. Sorry I have nothing to actually add to the story at this time. (but tomorrow will come) T

SimplyMichael -> RE: Story writing contest (7/30/2008 3:19:16 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: Termyn8or Getting scared or what ? T I know suhlut rather well and the thought of her being scared by most here is at best laughable. I for one found the vampire thread a rather penetrating and surprising turn of events that seemed to hit a rather intense vein of eroticism alive with possiblilites and one I look forward to sinking my teeth into. It seems in fact, I just might now have a taste for blood...

BossyShoeBitch -> RE: Story writing contest (7/30/2008 4:33:15 PM)
I am really really liking the whole vampiress thing....Of course I have always been very intrigued by vampires (knowing a few in person myself).. S Suhlut, I for one have been watching this thread for your next installment!!

Termyn8or -> RE: Story writing contest (7/30/2008 9:02:41 PM)
I meant it jokingly SM, this whole thread is a joke in a way. But don't take that the wrong way. It is just a fun thing to do. That's all it was meant for, not to solve any number of social/political issues, in fact perhaps the opposite. Get our minds off that shit for a time. But right now, even though it wasn't my turn, I'll spin the wheel. I had to go out of town on business. Really out of town - Brazil. At best I can be back in a week and that is the longest time we have spent away from each other for some time. I had to go out during the day, there was no choice. I bought a sumbrero and some pretty dark sunglasses. I changed over to longsleeve shirts and at least I could function. They may have wondered why I never went to lunch with them, but that doesn't matter, we were there to solve a problem. I actually enjoyed the night air there. It cooled off and it was dark. Excellent. I went for walks just for the hell of it, I really didn't have much taste for beer anymore, nor smoking. I just enjoyed being there. One day I wandered into an area that was, let us say dangerous. Well three thugs tried to rob me. Since there were three of them I was out to hurt the biggest one. I can't believe what happened next. I used a hand sword to get the guy's windpipe, and my hand actually imbedded into his neck. At that point I threw his body on the ground with such force it actually bounced. The other two ran away. That was the day before my departure, and I was very glad to get home. When I got home we had a hell of a night. We always have the windows open. When it is cold they are only open a crack, but when it is warm they are wide open. That means the blinds are open. So we were awakened by sunlight. It bothers both of us. Then we talked and I told her about getting assaulted, and what had happemed. She told me "You can't keep doing that. We can't have people know we exist. The normals fear us and with them, fear begets violence. It does not matter how good you feel, we are not immortal, we can be killed. These people can be dangerous and some of them, if they got the drop on us would tie us to a tree and burn us, even if we didn't do a damn thing to them". I like how she used the words 'got the drop on us'. That is an old phrase, and now I wonder how old she is. Talk about a Woman not wanting to tell her age, which I never understood, but what would she say ? 550 ? 600 ? I think I'll just stay away from the subject for now. But I must go, she is home now, and I think she picked up dinner. She was out in the sun, and the hat and glasses don't make it nice, just bearable. I'll go see if she wants a little comfort. Later we will eat, but really, it is done in zero seconds. So we can just grab it anytime. After that, maybe a little more fun. We haven't played alot of bondage lately. Carpe diem right ? All I can say is this little thing has accomplished it's goal. I sat here typing and I did not have one single thought of living people, enemies, friends, none of it. I had no thoughts of the bills (must write some checks) or anything of the sort. So far there are no names. If you are pissed off at someone at the moment, bring them in as a character, and we will just eat them alive or something. But if someone could actually introduce a character, and a name, then it will be time to address getting the main characters names. At least that's my opinion. If you get happy, take us on a vacation, if you are pissed give us an enemy. T

SimplyMichael -> RE: Story writing contest (7/30/2008 9:43:16 PM)
quote: I meant it jokingly SM, this whole thread is a joke in a way I am surprised to find out it is a joke, I, and it seems others found parts of it quite erotic.

Termyn8or -> RE: Story writing contest (7/30/2008 9:57:41 PM)
So what is wrong with an erotic joke ? This is all fantasy, all play. T

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