Originally Posted by harry_hardcore_hoedown

Mr. Lick? What the fuck is your problem?

Originally Posted by Enter

What do you mean?

Originally Posted by Korivan I'Alagmarae

Also, harry, if "Mr. Lick" is the only thing that you ask wtf about, i think you might have some problems as well.

Originally Posted by ellementlady89

dear god that is disturbing.

Originally Posted by mastergamerx

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Lightbulb Re: ITT: The only erotica I've ever written. Enjoy.
That's a hell of a story you've got there. What do you call it?
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we call it THE ARISTOCRATS!!

Originally Posted by Enter

Yes, I've posted it on totse before, but I just found it again. Enjoy.

Sixteen-year-old

Originally Posted by jackketch

I stopped reading there. Right there.

I mean, Jesus wept, but what's wrong with you kid?

16??!

Far too old.

Originally Posted by Enter

LOL! You've read it before. Remember? And you commented how stupid it was that her jaw broke. "Dislocated maybe, but broken... no". --Jackketch, 2007

Originally Posted by Agent 008

Heh, I actually remember that comment.

Originally Posted by Enter

Steph was dead.

Originally Posted by Enter

“I know this is off topic…” Said one of the boys to the other. “But I’m moving with my auntie and uncle in Bel Air.”

Originally Posted by crazygoatemonky

The only erotica I've ever written (it spawned from an in-joke with some literary friends of mine, and we each wrote a leper-otica):

Normally he limped, the sores on his feet barely fitting in his makeshift shoes. But she made him stand at attention. It wasn't the beauty of her dark eyes and wavy locks of hair that made him take notice, but rather the intense attention she paid him. She stared a second longer, in awe that even this ideal man could be conquered by disease. When they caught eyes she looked away, blushing at the brazenness of her own thoughts. She was just a nice, refined, aristocratic lady on a walk to the park. But she had to look back. Under her gaze of awe, he drew himself up, everything he had left, except that which had come up of its own volition. He stammered a question as she passed him, his throat dry with the thoughts of her body.
“Change, Madam?” But the look they shared revealed all too well what they both wanted.
“Surely change isn't all you require.” she replied softly, desperately reminding herself of all the reasons she couldn't have him.
Still surprised at himself, he probed her response as he wished to probe her: “That's a strange question from as lovely a lady as you. There's plenty I require, but not what most strangers will give.”
Her voice got even softer and huskier as she drew near him and whispered in his ear: “There's nothing I wouldn't give you.”
The pressure of his throbbing member against her petticoats became great enough for both of them to feel, despite the layers of her clothing, and his lesions. The fire in her loins burned away all the logic she had. Before she'd finished mouthing the words “Take me” he had her against the wall, kissing her so ruggedly she feared his tongue might fall off. His rough hands had her by the arms. She longed to be dominated, ravaged, as the disease had ravaged her new man.
“I'm warning you,” he practically growled in her ear, “this might not be pretty.”
She moaned her approval.
Her last shred of thought was of their location. Surely they shouldn't....right there on the street? His eyes met hers, and realized her worries weren't on his disfigurement. He led, and she was swept along in his wake. Down an alley, sharp left, through a doorway, down a twisting hallway and down the stairwell at the end. The convoluted route followed the path her mind was allowed to take as her desires slowly lost a modicum of control. Everyone knew it was contagious, dangerous, your limbs would fall off and God would strike you down. But she knew deep down that that was all a lie, and the only truth was her womanly needs. He may have been a stranger, but soon she would know him much better than just any man on the street. They arrived at their destination as she arrived at her original conclusion: she had to have him inside of her.
He threw her against the wall and thrust his tongue between her lips. His manhood had waned on the journey, but now quivered with anticipation. His hands, rough with sores, moved up and down, exploring her pristine flesh. She had been an aristocratic lady, pristine as the morning dew, but his rough sensuality made her horny as a schoolgirl. He gradually worked the ribbons and straps of her complicated garb, fiddling the complex hooks like a pro, despite the rough, unfeeling lesions. She was wet with the thought of his skilled fingers manipulating her so. As his rugged hands moved south, she involuntarily clutched at his back, digging her nails into his shoulders. He gave a surprised gasp, shockingly aroused by the painful sensations he hadn't felt in so long. But in only increased the intensity of his vigor. He finally ripped off her dress, popping seams and tearing fabric. Her impressive, succulent bosoms burst out of their whalebone prison and heaved with her longing breath. She tore off the layers of rags that passed for his jacket and shirt. The pox had only crept onto the edges of his torso, and her touch on the smooth skin was all the more arousing for the winding path her unblemished hands took between his sores. He had a fleeting thought of the destruction of her beauty, but when her hands reached his bulge he could have no other thought. His huge member was barely contained in the ragged remains of his pants. She broke her lips from their passionate lock on his. With a wicked glint in her eye she kissed her way down to his crotch, with each kiss biting just hard enough for him to feel around the sores. She'd undone his loose pants and slid them down, allowing his enormous cock to spring out to it's glorious fullness. She stroked it in awe for a moment, as he basked in her shocked attention. She snapped out of her surprise, and, delighting in his size, licked up and down his shaft, noticing the lesions beginning to mar his god-like manliness. She teased her tongue around the throbbing tip finally diving in and filling her mouth with his immense girth. She grabbed his balls and massaged them vigorously, not knowing just how intense he needed this to feel it through the leprosy. He let out a deep, moaning grunt to let her know she was doing her job. She thrust her mouth over his rock-hard penis, slowly at first, then faster and faster. She sucked as hard as the gutter-whore she loved to be. But she could still only get half of his stallion in her mouth, so she suppressed her gag reflex and thrust his huge dick halfway down her throat. He gasped audibly at the depth and intensity of sensation.
He could take no more. He pulled out of her mouth and slapped her with his meat-stick as he shoved her onto her back. Her loose undergarment had both slid down and rode up. Her perfectly firm breasts were nearly bursting out of the lacy silk, and nary an inch of cloth covered her wetly anticipating snatch. But he couldn't go straight ahead to the finish. She could feel the roughness of his pock-marked hands rubbing through her maidenly silk. When his hands reached her magnificent breasts, her nipples poked through with expectant energy. He reached the straps on her shoulders and slipped them out and over her arms. As the silk flowed over her flesh, white and pure as the driven snow, he took in her beauty and his member raged with redoubled vigor. Her undergarment halfway down her body he stopped to enjoy her exposed chest. The mere roughness of his hands over her already-erect nipples made her let out a slight moan. He took her full breast in his mouth and, sucking and nibbling, made her insane with arousal. He finally let himself slide her gown down past her ankles. He then slid back up to her perfect, now exposed pussy. Her crotch, like a fine topiary, had just the right amount of finely trimmed hair shaped perfectly to the folds of her femininity. She was already practically dripping with wetness from their wild foreplay. He nipped at the bud of her engorged clit. She gave an audible moan. His tongue flicked about her for a second before he realized they could take it no longer. He mounted her and thrust himself inside. She came powerfully as he entered her, her moan approaching a scream. The rough sores on his member were ridged for her pleasure, and she was feeling things she had literally never felt before. The friction of his limbs intertwined with hers, and his penis inside of her, was the most incredible thing she'd ever felt. Every nerve in her body screamed out for more. She was hot and tight, but with every thrust he was further inside of her. She was bucking and writhing with the massiveness of her man inside of her. As he thrust to the hilt she came twice more, in rapid succession. But the leprosy had numbed his sensations. He pulled her shakily to her feet and shoved her once more against the wall. He lifted her up by her still-spread legs and entered her once more. The gravity forcing her against him and the clenching of her gash as she came again and again pleasured him through his dulled senses. Her nails dug once more into his back, and she bit his neck right through the skin in her ecstasy. As she came, biting his neck, the flurry of sensations finally put him over the edge and he came powerfully. With a moan somewhere between a grunt and a roar he blew his hot, sticky load deep inside of her. Their bodies convulsed momentarily together with pleasure and orgasm. Both slowly calmed as their breaths slowed. They folded down to the floor where they lay in each other's embrace as their heartbeats gradually returned to normal. They slept in each other's arms for some time, quite happily disregarding the consequences of their animalistic act.

Originally Posted by Agent 008

Wall of text/didn't read.