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Post by Cyrus on Nov 13, 2003 5:17:00 GMT
This is so funny... it prompts you for certain things like a male's name, etc... and then you get your slash story... Instant Slash StoryHere's mine:  The darkness was all around as Spike walked through the backyard down towards his waterbed, random thoughts of spanking crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Emily had told him she often dreamed about PokerKitten involved in oral sex with a cat , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Giles .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Miles, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Giles masturbating himself with a cucumber.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the vacuum he was carrying with him. Would Giles's pecs feel like that to his hips?
What would Giles think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating cheesecake off Giles's beautiful arse?
Spike rubbed the vacuum against his pecs whispering Giles's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his waterbed but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Giles's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Giles had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The backyard was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the cheesecake he was carrying and leisurely scratched his pecs.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Spike calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his cheesecake and ran towards the sound of his sweetie's voice.
Giles stumbled through the darkness towards Spike. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his sweetie being attacked by a cat. Was he about to be raped by Riley dressed as PokerKitten? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his hips.
Spike, Spike, my sweetie, screamed Giles. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Spike leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the vacuum and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare arse pointing in the air.
Giles! Spike gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Miles said you were in your waterbed engaged in some spanking with Emily.
No, I was alone in my waterbed with nothing but my cucumber for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your arse was, and how I would like to stroke my pecs against it, and have you kiss my hips, and now I see your arse for myself I realise that not even PokerKitten has a arse to compare with yours.
Oh, sweetie, Miles said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Emily.
What! That old cat, I'd rather get involved in oral sex with Riley, a vacuum and cheesecake than dream of spanking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my hips curl.
Oh, Spike!
Oh, Giles, my sweetie!
Cue soft music, sounds of spanking and oral sex, soft focus and fade.........
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Post by PokerKitten on Nov 13, 2003 12:10:15 GMT
I want it put on record that I may be perverse but I do not approve of bestiality. Also, Riley would be much improved if he dressed like me - particularly what I am wearing now (dark blue trousers/pants, with tiny white flowery things on them, and a cerise tee  ) And I always knew Giles was okay really - he acknowledges that my arse is second only to Spike's, and even I would have to concede that Spike's arse is def better than mine ;D Okay, here's mine! The darkness was all around as William walked through Highgate Cemetery down towards his four-poster bed, random thoughts of deep throating crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Marilyn had told him she often dreamed about Giles involved in rimming with a tiger , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Clem .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Lorne, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Clem masturbating himself with a love egg.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the whisk he was carrying with him. Would Clem's cock feel like that to his arse?
What would Clem think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating courgette off Clem's beautiful big toe?
William rubbed the whisk against his cock whispering Clem's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his four-poster bed but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Clem's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Clem had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Highgate Cemetery was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the courgette he was carrying and leisurely scratched his cock.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that William calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his courgette and ran towards the sound of his smoochikins's voice.
Clem stumbled through the darkness towards William. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his smoochikins being attacked by a tiger. Was he about to be raped by Sweet dressed as Giles? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his arse.
William, William, my smoochikins, screamed Clem. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! William leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the whisk and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare big toe pointing in the air.
Clem! William gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Lorne said you were in your four-poster bed engaged in some deep throating with Marilyn.
No, I was alone in my four-poster bed with nothing but my love egg for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your big toe was, and how I would like to stroke my cock against it, and have you kiss my arse, and now I see your big toe for myself I realise that not even Giles has a big toe to compare with yours.
Oh, smoochikins, Lorne said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Marilyn.
What! That old tiger, I'd rather get involved in rimming with Sweet, a whisk and courgette than dream of deep throating with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my arse curl.
Oh, William!
Oh, Clem, my smoochikins!
Cue soft music, sounds of deep throating and rimming, soft focus and fade.........
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Post by Cyrus on Nov 13, 2003 12:21:51 GMT
The things you picked as "a sex act"!  And I had put "PokerKitten" as the "person of authority"... And I just have to say... feet are nasty!  |
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Post by azazel on Nov 25, 2003 0:43:16 GMT
The darkness was all around as James walked through sky down towards his washing line, random thoughts of rodeo crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Az had told him she often dreamed about Me involved in doggy with a pig , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Spike .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Xander, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Spike masturbating himself with a man.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the spoon he was carrying with him. Would Spike's toenail feel like that to his nosehair?
What would Spike think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating carrot off Spike's beautiful navel fluff?
James rubbed the spoon against his toenail whispering Spike's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his washing line but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Spike's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Spike had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. sky was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the carrot he was carrying and leisurely scratched his toenail.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that James calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his carrot and ran towards the sound of his bitch's voice.
Spike stumbled through the darkness towards James. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his bitch being attacked by a pig. Was he about to be raped by Ditto dressed as Me? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his nosehair.
James, James, my bitch, screamed Spike. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! James leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the spoon and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare navel fluff pointing in the air.
Spike! James gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Xander said you were in your washing line engaged in some rodeo with Az.
No, I was alone in my washing line with nothing but my man for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your navel fluff was, and how I would like to stroke my toenail against it, and have you kiss my nosehair, and now I see your navel fluff for myself I realise that not even Me has a navel fluff to compare with yours.
Oh, bitch, Xander said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Az.
What! That old pig, I'd rather get involved in doggy with Ditto, a spoon and carrot than dream of rodeo with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my nosehair curl.
Oh, James!
Oh, Spike, my bitch!
Cue soft music, sounds of rodeo and doggy, soft focus and fade..
Ok now I can read yours
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Post by nightnurse on Nov 25, 2003 1:07:45 GMT
Here you go Cy...bit of Spangel slash!
The darkness was all around as Spike walked through Hampstead Heath down towards his Hammock, random thoughts of Fellatio crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Cordelia had told him she often dreamed about PK involved in 69 with a Panther , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Angel .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Mags, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Angel masturbating himself with a Ben- Wah Balls.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the Spatula he was carrying with him. Would Angel's Testicles feel like that to his Penis?
What would Angel think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Chocolate off Angel's beautiful Arse?
Spike rubbed the Spatula against his Testicles whispering Angel's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his Hammock but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Angel's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Angel had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Hampstead Heath was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Chocolate he was carrying and leisurely scratched his Testicles.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Spike calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Chocolate and ran towards the sound of his Babe's voice.
Angel stumbled through the darkness towards Spike. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Babe being attacked by a Panther. Was he about to be raped by The Master dressed as PK? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his Penis.
Spike, Spike, my Babe, screamed Angel. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Spike leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the Spatula and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare Arse pointing in the air.
Angel! Spike gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Mags said you were in your Hammock engaged in some Fellatio with Cordelia.
No, I was alone in my Hammock with nothing but my Ben- Wah Balls for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your Arse was, and how I would like to stroke my Testicles against it, and have you kiss my Penis, and now I see your Arse for myself I realise that not even PK has a Arse to compare with yours.
Oh, Babe, Mags said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Cordelia.
What! That old Panther, I'd rather get involved in 69 with The Master, a Spatula and Chocolate than dream of Fellatio with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my Penis curl.
Oh, Spike!
Oh, Angel, my Babe!
Cue soft music, sounds of Fellatio and 69, soft focus and fade.........
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Post by PokerKitten on Nov 25, 2003 12:33:36 GMT
My arse is becoming quite legendary, and lord knows it deserves to be ;D Would that be in the White Room?... With Gunn watching...?! Hooyah! And James and Spike... that is just WRONG! ;D |
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Post by Cyrus on Nov 25, 2003 22:26:28 GMT
And James and Spike... that is just WRONG! OMG can you imagine that?! That'd be soooo... mmm... wow...  |
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Post by azazel on Nov 26, 2003 2:18:07 GMT
james and Spike would be a bit of a handful I think  |
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