When come back, bring pie.
He knew it was a bad idea, but after months of nagging, he gave in, he let them fix him up. Standing in her kitchen, uncomfortable, avoiding her gaze, he wondered if his friends knew about her more prurient insterests. It seemed like such a waste of a good pie.
Yes, I cheated. I bumped the post time up to a minute past midnight so I could go to bed. I’m going to be freaked out busy tomorrow, and I wanted to make sure I got a fifty word fiction up. Feel free to write one too, but don’t forget the challenge.
hey cheater, it’s 11:37 PM on april 14th and your post says it was put up at 12:01 AM on april 15th! liar!
i’m not a LIAR, sucko, I’m a cheater. I said I cheated. I cheated and I’m not sorry.
shut up.
Ooooo! Touchy!
hey… she can’t talk to me like that. it ain’t right. she’s just asking for it. and “sucko” is my pet name for her.
He always knew his prurient nature would get him in trouble, but as he entered the room of High School girls dressed as Sailor Moon, he knew he was either going to be satisfied in mythic proportions, or this “she-army” was going to put an end to his “fan-fiction” forever.
excellent sailor moon erotic fan fiction theme, thomas! you get a GOLD STAR!
i don’t know how i saw the timestamp but missed the actual part of the post where you admit to cheating. i still want to call you a liar, though, because it’s friday and nothing goes better with friday than some sucko-taunting.
see. it was undeserved.
sucko.
Prurient, or not, he knew that it had to be done. He put the video tape in, grabbed the stuffed toy, and slowly started his climb to ecstacy. The faux fur felt electrifying, as he lost control, and climaxed. He purred, softly, “Hello Kitty, what a good pussy you are”.
BRILLIANT! way to juxtapose the innocence of the hello kitty with the pervy nature of a furry. i’m so proud!
Do I get a gold star, too…?
HELLO kitty!
Down in the dark he was happy. The prurient monster had a special collection, down in the dark. Heíd magazines, special toys, and his favorite: the tiny undergarments. A knock on the can lid interrupted his revere. ìWhatís the letter of the day, Oscar!î came the cry of young voices.
TINY UNDERGARMENTS!! HOORAY!!
perhaps the next 50 word challenge will be to use “tiny undergarments” in the story. who knows?
Love it. Gold star for you, Liloo and one for you, Romy.
A gold star, mmmmmmmmmm……SHINY!
Motivated by prurient interests and the margarita fogís caress, I pick up the receiver and dial.
ìHello?î he mumbles after the fourth ring.
I woke him.
I hang up.
His soft, warm voice and the thought of him tangled in those soft, warm sheets is enough to get me started.
Today’s 50 word fiction theme has been SEXY! and a little pervy, in some cases.
Nice job, Kay! gold star for YOU! Who hasn’t done the old let him pick up and then hang up routine. I mean, before caller ID.
Yeah, I’m old school.
Prurient thoughts spread across my frontal lobe as I poured another drink. The sweet brown liquid eases warmth into my body. My finger tips danced across the keys. Will she be there? I sign in and patiently wait. Ding! Well, hello there. A double (K) for my long distance love?
Yay – DrinkJack stayed true to form, and true to his name! I’ll give you a gold star for that!