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I'm back! For those who missed the first thread, here's the deal:
You post a picture, preferably your kinkiest, most /d/viant image. I write a few paragraphs of porn inspired by that image. That's it, no other rules. I refuse to attempt to restrain the creativity of my fellow /d/viants. Feel free to offer opinions and to try your own hand at it!
Hate mail, penis enlargement spam, special requests, and marriage proposals can all be sent to the email address provided above.
I know I missed some requests before the thread died. If those posters are out there, please repost them. I deeply apologize!
An example:
Goddess Kaycee enjoyed the weight of the chain attached to her newest acquisition's collar. She had taken the malemeat for a "test drive" of sorts, giving it several lashes with her riding crop as she ran it through a series of commands.
Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this one. It had been a guitarist named Brandon before it had found its way into slavery. She relished the thought of fucking it, of reminding it every day that its penis was to forever be used for only two things: relieving its bladder and serving as a target for its Goddess' many instruments of agony.
Yes, Goddess Kaycee had made up her wicked mind. She grinned to the others at the slave auction and pulled the chain hard before shouting, triumphantly, "MINE!"
You post a picture, preferably your kinkiest, most /d/viant image. I write a few paragraphs of porn inspired by that image. That's it, no other rules. I refuse to attempt to restrain the creativity of my fellow /d/viants. Feel free to offer opinions and to try your own hand at it!
Hate mail, penis enlargement spam, special requests, and marriage proposals can all be sent to the email address provided above.
I know I missed some requests before the thread died. If those posters are out there, please repost them. I deeply apologize!
An example:
Goddess Kaycee enjoyed the weight of the chain attached to her newest acquisition's collar. She had taken the malemeat for a "test drive" of sorts, giving it several lashes with her riding crop as she ran it through a series of commands.
Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this one. It had been a guitarist named Brandon before it had found its way into slavery. She relished the thought of fucking it, of reminding it every day that its penis was to forever be used for only two things: relieving its bladder and serving as a target for its Goddess' many instruments of agony.
Yes, Goddess Kaycee had made up her wicked mind. She grinned to the others at the slave auction and pulled the chain hard before shouting, triumphantly, "MINE!"