Author Topic: Three Word Story (Read 71074 times)

DTM (Wet and grey) · « **Reply #150 on:** October 21, 2008, 09:04:11 AM »

the feather out

raven · « **Reply #151 on:** October 21, 2008, 08:00:43 PM »

from between her

Tinks (NSFW) · « **Reply #152 on:** October 21, 2008, 09:08:26 PM »

her plump breasts

nitza ovis · « **Reply #153 on:** October 21, 2008, 10:01:28 PM »

Holding it in

Tinks (NSFW) · « **Reply #154 on:** October 21, 2008, 10:13:03 PM »

her long fingers,

Haruhifan · « **Reply #155 on:** October 22, 2008, 06:45:25 PM »

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark. While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag. Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues. The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie. The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door. Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind. She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers. She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth. Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction. He burped loudly at that crucial moment. The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears. She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg.

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was. Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe. She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground. Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs. Revealing a feminine frippery, just waiting to be ripped to pieces. She stands, hiding behind doors of the empty room. She beckons, whispering, "Did you bring the cherry flavored chapstick, or the blueberry flavored lube?" Horrified, he gasps realizing he forgot, She glares at Her Dominatrix outfit wondering if it's what he wants. Not giving a moments thought to the camera in the birdcage, she unzipped very slowly. The rasping of autumn winds fill the quiet room. Sending shivers of ecstacy up her arse. Causing her whole body to tremble in anticipation waiting for his voice to whisper "Where's the feather?" A wicked smile, as she pulled the feather out from between her her plump breasts holding it in her long fingers,

crossed her face.

Tinks (NSFW) · « **Reply #156 on:** October 23, 2008, 03:45:48 AM »

with a wisp

Haruhifan · « **Reply #157 on:** October 25, 2008, 07:12:50 PM »

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark. While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag. Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues. The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie. The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door. Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind. She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers. She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth. Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction. He burped loudly at that crucial moment. The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears. She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg.

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was. Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe. She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground. Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs. Revealing a feminine frippery, just waiting to be ripped to pieces. She stands, hiding behind doors of the empty room. She beckons, whispering, "Did you bring the cherry flavored chapstick, or the blueberry flavored lube?" Horrified, he gasps realizing he forgot, She glares at Her Dominatrix outfit wondering if it's what he wants. Not giving a moments thought to the camera in the birdcage, she unzipped very slowly. The rasping of autumn winds fill the quiet room. Sending shivers of ecstacy up her arse. Causing her whole body to tremble in anticipation waiting for his voice to whisper "Where's the feather?" A wicked smile, as she pulled the feather out from between her her plump breasts holding it in her long fingers, crossed her face. With a wisp

and a chuckle

nitza ovis · « **Reply #158 on:** October 25, 2008, 09:13:17 PM »

he leaned forward

Haruhifan · « **Reply #159 on:** October 27, 2008, 03:05:55 PM »

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark. While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag. Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues. The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie. The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door. Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind. She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers. She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth. Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction. He burped loudly at that crucial moment. The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears. She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg.

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was. Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe. She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground. Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs. Revealing a feminine frippery, just waiting to be ripped to pieces. She stands, hiding behind doors of the empty room. She beckons, whispering, "Did you bring the cherry flavored chapstick, or the blueberry flavored lube?" Horrified, he gasps realizing he forgot, She glares at Her Dominatrix outfit wondering if it's what he wants. Not giving a moments thought to the camera in the birdcage, she unzipped very slowly. The rasping of autumn winds fill the quiet room. Sending shivers of ecstacy up her arse. Causing her whole body to tremble in anticipation waiting for his voice to whisper "Where's the feather?" A wicked smile, as she pulled the feather out from between her her plump breasts holding it in her long fingers, crossed her face. With a wisp and a chuckle he leaned forward

to kiss her

DTM (Wet and grey) · « **Reply #160 on:** October 28, 2008, 12:06:41 PM »

plump breast. Instead

Haruhifan · « **Reply #161 on:** October 29, 2008, 01:03:06 AM »

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark. While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag. Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues. The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie. The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door. Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind. She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers. She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth. Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction. He burped loudly at that crucial moment. The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears. She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg.

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was. Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe. She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground. Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs. Revealing a feminine frippery, just waiting to be ripped to pieces. She stands, hiding behind doors of the empty room. She beckons, whispering, "Did you bring the cherry flavored chapstick, or the blueberry flavored lube?" Horrified, he gasps realizing he forgot, She glares at Her Dominatrix outfit wondering if it's what he wants. Not giving a moments thought to the camera in the birdcage, she unzipped very slowly. The rasping of autumn winds fill the quiet room. Sending shivers of ecstacy up her arse. Causing her whole body to tremble in anticipation waiting for his voice to whisper "Where's the feather?" A wicked smile, as she pulled the feather out from between her her plump breasts holding it in her long fingers, crossed her face. With a wisp and a chuckle he leaned forward to kiss her plump breast. Instead

a monkey attacked!

admin · « **Reply #162 on:** November 05, 2008, 02:53:22 PM »

The museum guards

Haruhifan · « **Reply #163 on:** November 07, 2008, 12:06:06 AM »

Once upon a bedsheet, a handsome well hung man thought he would venture to Paris to look for a sexy unshaven goat herder who knew his way around the dungeon in the dark. While in the Louvre, he saw something that completely made him gag. Phyllis who had brought the soufflé© thought it odd and also scary to flash her more than ample buttocks, while she pulled down her eyelids over her bloodshot baby blues. The museum guards, Sid, Bob and Terry, stood in the security room scanning the screens for any untoward or solicitous activities, whilst also watching Blackadder and porn in which Edmund does an impersonation of Percy shoving himself inside of a moth-eaten rabbit suit while eating pie. The guards failed to notice the large and tasty deep fried twinkie caught in the revolving glass door. Lovely Lady Janet, adorned in luxurious white pearls, sauntered in, her hips swaying provocatively toward an erotic opportunity with all the grace of a howling storm wind. She looked up......and saw him stuffing the twinkie.....taking his time pushing it into his big, thick mustache. The creamy soft goo, running all over his favorite leather vest, Her finger traces......through the goo......leaving a sticky trail of sweet, sugary goo on pale thin fingers. She then puts the creamy, wet into her hot, wet, warm waiting mouth. Then she slowly suckles, watching.....his reaction. He burped loudly at that crucial moment. The noise was oddly alluring at to her ears. She crept up behind him and gently at his ears began to lick and nibble his earlobes while running her foot along the side of his leg.

He felt himself, getting harder and when she looked down at his shoes and noticed how big his shoes were, she asked how long his penis was. Her reaction was one of acute shock when he whispered the size of his shoe. She blushed and reached down to find a penny on the ground. Slowly bending over her hem slowly riding up the back of her thighs. Revealing a feminine frippery, just waiting to be ripped to pieces. She stands, hiding behind doors of the empty room. She beckons, whispering, "Did you bring the cherry flavored chapstick, or the blueberry flavored lube?" Horrified, he gasps realizing he forgot, She glares at Her Dominatrix outfit wondering if it's what he wants. Not giving a moments thought to the camera in the birdcage, she unzipped very slowly. The rasping of autumn winds fill the quiet room. Sending shivers of ecstacy up her arse. Causing her whole body to tremble in anticipation waiting for his voice to whisper "Where's the feather?" A wicked smile, as she pulled the feather out from between her her plump breasts holding it in her long fingers, crossed her face. With a wisp and a chuckle he leaned forward to kiss her plump breast. Instead a monkey attacked! The museum guards

jumped in and

DTM (Wet and grey) · « **Reply #164 on:** November 10, 2008, 01:18:40 PM »

spanked the monkey

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