Hello everyone

I am reading your posts that you are bored so I think we can make it..if it is not fun at least not that boring for reading. I had a few nights (UK time) telling stories for good night. I mean horny stories which are making our brains to work on the picture but since I can't log on during the night I think we can make something like this here in the forum and we can all be involved in this story. So what I am suggesting is a chain story. I will make the beginning and then if you have your inspiration on after a hot private with the cute girls and boys here, you can write something to complete the story like a chapter 2,3,4 etc. I am not sure if I am explaining it very well but I am giving my best in English. So it would be your choice if what you are writing is true or not, just to keep the idea of the story to go and make it interesting for reading to all of us. So here I come with my introduction. Hope you enjoy it and sorry if there are any mistakes in the language but I am still learning.



Have you ever had so bad hangover that you can't remember what happened the night before? I think we all had or will have such a stories to tell but if you wake up in the middle of nowhere.. something goes wrong.

He felt the sunlight on his face gently warming his skin. He wanted to open his eyes but his head was so heavy and painful that he decided to stay like this a few more minutes laying over... what was he laying over? He was feeling the moisture of the morning grass where he was laying. Laying since when, for how long and where? He started looking around and there was nothing familiar. Just a road in the middle of nowhere. His brain was working fast and nothing was coming up. What happened last nigh, where he had been, who did he met or even how did he decide to go out. He stand up trying to work up his body muscles and it was like he was trying to warm up his head too. He started walking next to the road to see where it would lead him and meanwhile he was trying to get the last memory that he had. When suddenly something came out from his mind. This strange memory of a girl...

He was staying in the couch in front of the TV, Friday night but he was so tired from work that he refused to his friends to go out. He was watching some series of 'How I met your mother' when he heard the door bell and went to open curious who is it at this time and thinking that might be Stewart with his dumb ideas to push him to go out. But when he opened the door he was so surprised to see a girl. At first he was so shocked from her stunning beauty that he was staring at her face. Skin so pure and white white with a cute red blush on here cheeks and lips red and burning he could even felt how they are throbbing during a kiss. Her big green eyes were watching at his with no confuse and her curly hair was falling over her face and her shoulders and then he realized that she is wearing man's shirt with nothing under it and just a trainers.
- You need some help, Miss?
- I am sorry I know that I am disturbing you but I am in a big trouble and I need a help! - She said with tears coming out of her eyes.
'She is so cute!' he though but then trying to sound serious he said 'Please, come in! Don't stay on the door, I will get you some clothes and do you need to call someone? The police or.. friend maybe?
-Can I just sit for a minute or two get my thoughts back and I will call to my brother to come and pick me up. If you have something to drink.. water or...
-You want a beer, vodka or juice?
-Vodka it would be perfect, thanks!

He went into the kitchen to get two glasses and ice and he was in panic. What was he doing, the man that never helps to anyone trying to avoid any trouble helping to a stranger girl? What if she was a thief or worst? Then walking back to the living room he shake his head like to get rid of this thoughts and take a look at her. Sitting on the couch so innocent with this big eyes and those legs coming out of the shirt. Long and perfectly shaped, with skin that is begging for a touch. He sat next to her with the glasses and the ice and took out the vodka from the shelf next to him. Got the glasses filled he passed the first to her and got the second in his hands. She take a deep look into his eyes and drunk it of ex. And when she took of the glass on the table she suddenly get closer with eyes still staring at him in this strange passionate way that he couldn't even make a move from the hipnosis. She put her hands on his knees and placing her lips on his at first insecure but then with a confidence of a Queen. He opened his lips to respond and felt her hot and wet tongue coming into his mouth looking for his and begging for caress. He got his hands around her face barring his fingers deep in her hair getting her even closer feeling her moving her hands up on his shoulders and spreading her legs over him. He took her tight little ass in his hands pushing her down rubbing her pussy with his hard cock. And he was just to get off her shirt when suddenly...... Quote

At 150,000 feet the assemblage of minerals and metals spun soundlessly; the embrace of a larger lover tugged gently and steadily upon its form and its very atoms began a more rapid dance of desire. At 100,000 feet it warmed to its partner and sought a joining of being; this is how love begins, a slight urge followed by shortening orbits of surrender.

At 50,000 feet the heat of this passion inflamed and the desire was grave and irresistible; the crystalline structures smoothed and bubbled with excitement, in liquid transitions lust was a demand and a denial. The object wrote itself panting and shrieking with longings too long left unmet. It seeks only the annihilation of surrender as its lover draws it closer. The mathematics are inexorable and an event of accelerating magnitudes wave wrapped and apoplectic.

At 10,000 feet the orgasmic shudders, the glow of liquid flow, the clench of the entanglement is an inevitability. The vapors scorch and become plasmatic; they join, they are one in that fractioned second, they are immeasurable.



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It all had happened so fast. The visions. The madness. It was clear that an alien presence had made itself at home in the minds of all earthlings.

What weapons could stop it? None of course. Millions died quickly, running out into the street screaming. But that was not the fiend's plan for all, not by a long shot.

In the whole city now there were just two people left. His city. The madness kept him from knowing or caring about anywhere else. He sweated. He strained. He saw her in the flames that burned in his mind. The other that was left. The other who would come.

She was sexy. She was ready. She had the same madness. She came for him in her slow way as her feverish mind slowly triangulated where he must be from whatever served for ether in that alien fiend's composition.

Oh why didn't he die? He wondered. In his fast evaporating humanity he knew all was lost. Death and extinction, or something worse awaited. Why must he agonize the while?

She was already lost. Now alien. She was on his street. Smelling with her mind for his door. Lost. A slave. A fiend herself. But corporeal.

His head. It ached. A tooth lay on the floor by his feet unmissed. His eyes bulged in a stare, a stare that blazed out his fear for all to see if there were any left to see. He sat. In his small room. His city rathole apartment. In front of his door. Knowing. Waiting. Retaining only a hair's breadth of humanity now...

There was a knock....




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... he opened the door gazing down into the small intense female face. 'She's only a ch1ld' he thought. The girl turned and ran down the carpeted hotel hallway to the stairs, turning once at the top of the stairway down to look back. The cracked plaster of the ancient walls, and the girl back-lit by the dingy grey glow of the wood cased window framing her small form. Her wide dark eyes stared at him. His true nature stirred once again and he followed.

She moved so quickly on the street, occasionally wrapping her hand around a parking meter column, then a parking sign upright; but always she delayed enough for him to advance sufficiently to keep her in sight. She turned the corner ahead, he saw her look back and her small teeth shone in a thin smile. He hurried, his excitement now piqued and his curiosity spinning like the illustration cards in an old illuminated motion machine. '... I must know ...' the repeated rhythm to which the cards are flipped creating that illusion of cartoon motion.

Breathless, at his age he should remain calm, move slower, breathe more deeply, he turns the corner and she has disappeared. There is a bench ahead and he staggers to it; seats himself and pulling a worn handkerchief from his pocket, wipes his brow. Suddenly she is advancing down the same path he has just traveled; somehow she has circled and followed. 'Now,' he thinks, 'now.'





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... he opened the door gazing down into the small intense female face. 'She's only a ch1ld' he thought. The girl turned and ran down the carpeted hotel hallway to the stairs, turning once at the top of the stairway down to look back. The cracked plaster of the ancient walls, and the girl back-lit by the dingy grey glow of the wood cased window framing her small form. Her wide dark eyes stared at him. His true nature stirred once again and he followed.

She moved so quickly on the street, occasionally wrapping her hand around a parking meter column, then a parking sign upright; but always she delayed enough for him to advance sufficiently to keep her in sight. She turned the corner ahead, he saw her look back and her small teeth shone in a thin smile. He hurried, his excitement now piqued and his curiosity spinning like the illustration cards in an old illuminated motion machine. '... I must know ...' the repeated rhythm to which the cards are flipped creating that illusion of cartoon motion.

Breathless, at his age he should remain calm, move slower, breathe more deeply, he turns the corner and she has disappeared. There is a bench ahead and he staggers to it; seats himself and pulling a worn handkerchief from his pocket, wipes his brow. Suddenly she is advancing down the same path he has just traveled; somehow she has circled and followed. 'Now,' he thinks, 'now.'





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lol... oh brother

( grind grind grind grind )

The fiend started to preach to him. Before he even got any good mutant sex. This was too much to bear.

He overpowered the urges, barred the door, hunted for his shotguns - with the now diSgustingly whiny fiend yapping it up in his ear. He pulled out the guns, aligned them, and pulled the triggers with the biggest smile he'd had on his face for years.

At last some peace and quiet!

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... the NanOZ released by the blast float mist like in the rooms drafts, directed only by the soft clouds of air from drafty windows and f0rced air ventilation, buy the updrafts that uneven sunlight, ceiling heat gather and cooled air treatments created. The microscopic entities, immune to all but absolute zero and star's internal levels of temperature differentials drift and finding organics present, active living biologicals they cling, and compress, and permeate. Those clumped in the blood and tissue cast off spread rapidly, invisibly; powered by subatomic particle wave motions they are ceaseless in their pursuit. No predator, no parasite, no virus, for viruses themselves were their original design target, is as relentless and persistent.

The sole living form in the room is found quickly, is compromised and entered, the NanOZ congregate and colonize in real time moments, hampered only by the density of certain material compositions of the living organism ... they carry out their programed organization.




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