Here's how it would work (if it was to be done).

Someone (random selection of people who post in this thread) will write the first chapter, and put the character/s in a situation. A tricky one. It is then another persons job to get the said characters created in the said chapter, out of their current situation, and into another one.

Now, I'm not really thinking 'Life Threatening" situations, but one in where, say, the main character would have to choose between one girl or another. Say this particular situation arises. It would be your job as the writer of the next chapter to make him choose a girl, or, just go crazy and throw in a plot twist, like he's bisexual, or transsexual. The choice is completely yours.

The only rule is that you must resolve the situation that the previous writer has created, and you must present a new one yourself.

Also, no beastiality, cause that's eww



//King of Traxus

 

A teddy bear comes alive after a wish is made, the small 1ft length teddy bear becomes 8ft tall teddy that can talk and have human emotions.

 

No, thats not quite how it works at all. Im talking Chapters. I was going to make an XNXX@gmail.com account and use Google Docs, but, I doubt that would work.

Unless, you guys want to?

 

Oh I've done that before, I lost interest later on. :[

 

I see how that could be fun, but after a while, it gets either redundant or people would try being funny by saying stupid crap -_- Or they'd troll -_-

If you had dedicated people though, it could be fun...

 

poobah

I'm interested.

 

here's one if you guys wanna run with it

Here's a story I started some time ago but never really managed to finish before I got another idea rolling. It's got a pretty open premise that could really go in any direction someone wants to take it.

THE LIST

I had it all planned out. Everything was working out perfectly. Except my roommate.

Wait.

I’ve already gotten ahead of myself.

I graduated high school at the top of my class. Valedictorian, honors, AP everything. I applied to all the right schools and got accepted at them all. But then I made my mistake. I let fear drive my decision and I chose to go to State so I could be closer to home. I thought it would be easier for me to adjust to college if I were able to call on Mommy and Daddy when I needed them. And it would have been great except most of my senior class went to State as well.

It was bad enough being a freshman but being the bookworm freshman that everyone at college remembered ignoring in high school was horrible. I was the nerdy bookworm that no guys wanted to date and no girls wanted to invite out. Everyone assumed I was content staying in my room all night studying.

They couldn’t have been more wrong. I didn’t need to study. I read a lot, yes. But that was novels. I couldn’t get enough Terry Pratchett. His books gave me nearly instant orgasms. The man was so intelligent it got me wet just thinking about the next chapter. But that wasn’t the point. I didn’t need to study and rarely did. That always came easy to me….I’m rambling.

The point is, everyone thought I was the nerdy virgin. And they were wrong. Sure, I could have done more to “enhance” my looks. A little make-up and some slutty clothes and I could have looked like any of the cute (notice I didn’t say hot) chicks at my school. I couldn’t have been the most popular girl. I’m not stupid. I didn’t have the blonde hair and big boobs those girls always seemed to have. But I had a nice, slim figure. I had a decent chest. And my hair was my crowning glory. Sure, it wasn’t blonde but it was long, silky, wavy brown hair with a slight hint of red. I loved my hair. I could use the cheapest shampoo and conditioner and look like a Paul Mitchell model.

But I wasn’t a nerd and I wasn’t a virgin. I just didn’t like high school. It felt like a daycare where the other parents dropped their kids until they grew up. But I was already grown up. So what did it matter? I put in my time and when it was time to go off to college I thought I could finally break out and become the person I knew was waiting to get out.

That’s the other point. I wasn’t a virgin either. I used to tutor some of the football players in high school. And a few of them figured out that I was actually a cool person. The plus side was they were so embarrassed to fuck me they never bragged about it to their friends so I didn’t get the label of being a slut. And they were all so fucking stupid I wasn’t about to go around bragging about it either.

But it did get me hooked on sex. I couldn’t get enough. That was the problem. I could barely get any. It just wasn’t fair. I wanted to try absolutely everything but I couldn’t even get a date. I decided that college boys would be able to appreciate my intelligence and studious nature. Instead, I ended up at a college with every guy I already knew and none of them had any interest in me.

So I decided a change of scenery was in need. After a year of being ignored and teased at what was supposed to be my escape, I knew it was time for a change. I re-applied to a school out of state and began my plan.

Step 1. Acquire all the naughty lingerie I could get my hands on
Step 2. Slutty clothes to show off my figure. And a few “cute” clothes for classes.
Step 3. Move into my new dorm room and find myself some men.

Like I said before, everything was going well…until I met my new roommate.

“Don’t touch my shit” were the first words to come out of her mouth. “Everything on this side of the room is mine.” I looked at the pile of crap taking up well over half of the room. “Everything in this closet is mine.” I glanced at the overflow tumbling out of the cubicle they called a closet at this school. “And I call top bunk. I hate having someone squeaking over me all night.” I looked to my right to see the rickety old bunk beds that had served thousands before me.

“No.” I chucked the bag of clothes I had in my hands to the floor. “I don’t do fucking bunk beds. We’ll unbunk them and you can move some of your shit out of the way for your bed.” Apparently no one had ever said no to her before. The look of shock on her face was priceless and I still find myself wishing I had the sense to whip out my phone and snap a shot.

“But I spent all afternoon bunking them so we’d have more floor space! It’s better this way. There’s more room for other stuff.” She obviously thought logic would work with me. But I had plans of bringing men back here and the idea of her sleeping above me while I fucked and sucked my way to bliss did not appeal.

“Good,” I replied. “Then you can unbunk them without any help from me. I don’t really like heavy lifting. Who’s that?” I had just noticed a picture of one of the cutest guys I’d ever seen sitting on the desk she chose for herself.

“That’s my man. He goes here. Keep your hands off. Oh, and while I’m thinking about it, if there’s a scarf hanging on the door when you come back….well, just go find something to do. We really like to fuck.”

“Whatever.” This girl was unbelievable. But at least she couldn’t complain when I brought men back to the room if she was going to be fucking her boyfriend all the time. “I’m going to unload the rest of my stuff while you fix the beds. The last thing I want is you two fucking above me all night.” I turned and left. A smile spread itself across my face as I turned the corner into the hallway. I had never stood up for myself like that! I usually just let people push me around. But not this time! Maybe they were right. Maybe wearing sexy lingerie did make you more confident.

I finished unloading my car and figuring out how to fit my clothes into the tiny closet provided. I arranged my desk and made my bed. And all the while, my new roomie glared and huffed and puffed. I realized the only reason I knew her name was because our RA had made a kindergarten-esque drawing with flowers and hearts and stars that said Monica and Jessie. My deductive reasoning told me her name must be Jessie. Jessie the Bitch.

I felt sweaty and gross by the time I finished. Why did colleges always start in August? Was it some intent to beat us down before we began? The humidity was clinging to me like saran-wrap. My bra’s underwire was rubbing me raw. The moisture clinging to me was causing my jeans to chafe me. It was time for a shower if I ever saw one.

Without a word to Jessie, I opened the door to the closet and hid behind it as I slid into a towel. I grabbed my toiletries and headed for the bathroom. The old me would have been nervous. She would have worn a robe to the shower. But the new me bought the smallest towel I could find that would still wrap around me. I marched down the narrow hall while fathers turned their heads away from their little girls to look at the half-naked girl approaching them.

One father actually dropped his daughter’s trunk on her foot at the shock of seeing me coming. I smirked and winked at him as I passed. I even “accidentally” brushed against him as I met him in the hallway. I had the towel wrapped just right so it slit up my right leg and well past my navel without showing anything but bare skin.

I smiled as I thought of weeks to come. It was an all girl’s floor but men were allowed anytime. They just had to be escorted in by someone with a PED (Personal Entry Device) key. And even then, that just got them in the building. It was a co-ed building. So the guys could come to our floor at anytime. It was really quite pathetic in terms of safety. But I wasn’t thinking about safety. I was thinking about all the things on my list. And how much fun it was going to be to accomplish them all.

Move in day was a Saturday. I don’t know why. Just leaves you sitting around on Sunday wondering what to do with your time. Nevertheless, I decided to go out and scout out the bars. I went back to my room and propped open the closet door again as I dried off and thought about what I wanted to wear. I barely paid attention to Jessie. She was sitting on her bed flipping through a book or magazine or something. Who cared. As I removed the towel to dry my hair a throat cleared behind me. A masculine throat. I spun around in surprise and was shocked to find Jessie’s “man” sitting on her bed. I was so pissed at her I hadn’t paid attention to who was sitting there. I had just assumed it was her. First I was shocked. Then I was mad. How dare she let him in our room, unsupervised, when she knew I could return at any minute in my towel. Then I wondered if that was her plan. To embarrass me for making her unbunk the beds. It took a minute or more for all these thoughts and emotions to make their way through my head. And the entire time I was so shocked and embarrassed to be naked in front of this guy, I somehow forgot I was naked. I had spent the time with my hand pinning to towel to the side of my head. Exactly where it had been when he startled me. I was standing before him with nothing on. Finally, I regained my composure.

He hadn’t tried to look away or anything. Just sat there looking at my slender, naked form. And I was surprised to find that, after my initial shock, I really didn’t care. I began to dry my hair again as if nothing was wrong and started making small talk.

“You must be Jessie’s…erm…’man’?” I asked, implied. I wrapped the towel around my head in one of those turbans that always look so sexy on TV but never look quite right when a real person tries to do it.

“Um…. Yeah. Yeah. I’m Rico. And you’re…. Monica?” He finally looked into my eyes. His were the deepest blue you could imagine. I wondered to myself if he had colored contacts.

“That’s me.” I strutted across the room and shook hands with him like nothing was wrong.

“Sorry to startle you. Jessie’s down the hall making plans with some of her friends who I can’t stand.” His trance broke and he dropped the book into his lap to hide his obvious erection.

“No problem. I should have paid more attention to who was in here.” I replied while wondering how he could stand her. Then my balls grew. “You can’t stand her friends but you can stand her?” I asked. Wondering who this new girl was but loving it. “I mean, I don’t really know her but she seems like a total bitch.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. She really is. But the sex is fantastic.”

“Yeah. She said you two were into that. Don’t mind me. Fuck away. I’m not one of those uptight roommates. Just don’t fuck on my bed. And if you’re gonna do it while I’m here, just keep it down a bit, ok?”

“Really?” His voice cracked as it reached an unthinkable octave. “Ahem,” he cleared his throat then lowered his voice a few levels, trying to sound more manly. “Really?”

“Yeah. Whatever. Who knows, I might even get off on it.” I joked. “I should probably put some clothes on, huh?”

“Don’t do anything for my sake. Really. I don’t mind.” He smiled and I could see why she’d fallen for him. But still had no idea what he saw in her.

I went back to the closet and tried to decide what to wear. “You should go out with us tonight.” Came his voice behind me.

“Jessie and I didn’t exactly start off on the right foot. Frankly I’m looking forward to spending as little time around her as possible. I’ll probably just sleep around a lot so I don’t have to be here.” I could almost feel his cock twitch from across the room.

I smiled into the closet.

I picked out a lace bra and a barely there matching thong. I slipped into them as sensually as I could manage. Maybe I’d fuck Rico to get even with my bitch of a roommate. I stepped out of the closet and cocked my head to one side. “If you were a guy, would you fuck me?” I asked. I almost managed to make it sound conversational.

“If I were a guy?”

“You know what I mean. If you weren’t spoken for. If you weren’t dating my bitchy roommate from hell.” I loved the new honest streak I had going.

“Well, um…. Yeah. I’d do you.” He seemed a little uncomfortable. Then, his attitude changed. I think he saw it as an invitation….not that it wasn’t one. “Yeah. Yeah! I’d do you right here, right now.” You could see the eagerness painted on his face.

“Cool. Thanks.” I said. I moved back to the closet and put on a simple, form fitting black dress. Nothing too flashy. I had to scope out my new territory before I executed any plans. I stepped toward Rico again and asked, “Is this sexy? I mean would you try to pick me up if you saw me out like this?”

“Well, I prefer the first outfit, myself.” At least he had relaxed again. “You’re really open about sexuality, huh?”

“Well,” I thought about what to say. And then I decided, I didn’t know this guy. I had been honest so far. Why stop now. “I have a list. A list of sexual…stuff. Things I have to do and try. So I’ve sort of planned this year around accomplishing them.”

“A list?” He was intrigued. Good. Maybe he’d tell his friends about his girlfriend’s slutty roommate and save me some hunting. “A list of ‘sexual stuff’?”

“Yeah. And, honestly. I might have sex with you. Someday. If it fits on the list somehow. But number one is sort of my ice-breaker and I’m really determined to do that one first.” I sat on the bed to put my shoes on as I tried to decide which bar would be best for my reconnaissance.

“So what’s on the list? What’s number one? Why do you have to do all this stuff? Is it a bet? What do you mean you might have sex with me? When? Why? Could we like have a threesome with Jessie?” He was talking a mile a minute. He was intrigued. He was horny. I could have had him right there.

I smiled. “Well….that was a lot of questions. But the gist of it is that I wasn’t really popular in high school and I didn’t get to ‘experiment’ a lot. So I’m trying to branch out now. I love porn and there’s so much stuff I’ve seen that I want to try. So I made a list. Just to help me break out. There’s no particular order. Except number one has to be done first.” I looked up into his insanely blue eyes and smiled in, what I hoped was, a flirty manner. “I’m kinda getting wet just thinking about it.”

“So what’s number one?” He asked. He was nearly drooling and I could tell he was trying to figure out how much longer Jessie would be.

“Public sex.” I replied as if he had just asked me what time it was. “I have to have sex in public with a complete stranger.

“I’ll do you right now wherever you want. We can do it in front of this building! C’mon! Let’s go!” He was joking but I could tell if I said yes, I could have him. Men are so easy!

“It has to be a complete stranger. And, you have to admit, we kinda know each other now.” My response was coy and playful but I could see his heart drop. “Relax. There’s hope yet. It’s a fairly long list. And, honestly, I can think of lots of ways to squeeze you in.” I smiled at him. It was obvious he couldn’t tell if I was joking or telling the truth. But I kinda liked it that way.

“So what else is on the list?”

“That’s a secret. A woman’s only assets are her boobs and her mystique. Everything else is just decoration.” I didn’t know where that came from but I shrugged and began to gather my things to go out.

He was quiet. He moved with the ease and stealth of a spy. Without me noticing he came up behind me and the only indication was his hot breath on my ear. “You’ve got to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever met!” One hand reached around and cupped my breast. The other slid down my side and moved across my thigh to my tingling pussy. “I’m so hard for you right now. You can have me whenever you want.” He spun me around and his hand slid the skirt of my dress up as his fingers sought my sex. He pulled me into a deep kiss. It was more passionate than anything I had ever felt before. My knees became weak and I sank into his firm embrace.

I wanted him. I wanted to feel that thick cock to stop pressing against me and move inside me. I wanted to wrap my legs around him and claw at his flesh. I wanted our sweat to lubricate our bodies as we moved together.

Instead I summoned the power to move away from him and leave the room. As I passed through the doorway I turned back and smirked at him. “Just for that, you’ve earned yourself a spot on the list. I can hardly wait.” With that, I turned and left him standing there. A man actually wanted me. ME! It’s amazing what a little self-confidence and make-up can do for a girl.

That night, I moved from bar to club to bar again. None of them were what I was looking for. Tonight was what I was looking for. Granted they were all too crowded for public sex tonight. I knew that starting off. But I was hoping that at least one would have some nice, dark corner for a couple to get intimate. I had all but given up when I landed at a place called Stardust. From the outside it looked like any other top 40s club. The music was all pop-rock. The people coming and going were all frat-brats and sorostitutes.

In other words. The men here were the perfect targets for number one on my list. Someone who would be willing to have anonymous sex with a stranger in public. It couldn’t be better.

I stepped inside hoping the bathrooms in this place were better than the rest I had seen that night. Every club and bar I had been to had foul smelling bathrooms with band stickers and random toilet-poetry all over it. Most didn’t even have paper towels and the sinks were usually so plugged up with god-knows-what that they were useless.

It had a nice layout, though. The kind of place where the employees would have a hard time noticing if anyone did anything wrong. It was essentially two rooms. The first had a booth in front where you paid your cover and checked your coat if you wanted to. It faced the front of the building so the occupant had no view of the dance floor behind them. On the other side of the room was a DJ station set in a booth of its own. It faced the same way but its location left a niche on each side with spotlights for girls to dance in. I noted to myself that the spotlight on the far side was burned out so it left a nice dark corner. And most people stayed away from it unless they were trying to make a phone call. I assumed there weren’t any speakers in the corner making it a bit easier to talk.

The other room was where the bar was. It ran the whole length of the dance floor but had a solid wall behind it so no one could see from the bar to the dance floor. Kind of a stupid floorplan but useful for my purposes. Unless any employees were actually on the dance floor, they couldn’t see what was going on.

I went to the restroom and checked it out. It was just as devastating as the others in town. I left as quickly as I could and returned to the bar to get a drink. A fairly cute guy had the barkeep put it on his tab and I thanked him with a hoist of my glass and turned to find myself a place to sit while I worked out my plan.

I chose a far corner that allowed a decent view of both the bar and dance floor and kept to myself. A few guys glanced my way from time to time but none approached me. Which was fine. It was far too busy for my plan to take effect tonight. I just wanted to sort out the details before I returned to my room.

A barmaid brought another drink to me. “I didn’t order this.” I told her. And she informed me that a guy at the bar had sent it my way. She turned and pointed out Rico who smiled a knowing smile at me and put his finger to his lips as his eyes darted in the direction of Jessie. I smiled back and took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and barely tasted of alcohol, just the kind of shit I expected a girl like Jessie to like, but I drank it down without another thought. I sat for a while longer and decided this was the place for my public sex act. I’d come back on a weeknight when the place was a bit more empty and have my fun.

Another drink showed up and I looked for Rico again but he was gone. As was Jessie and the band of idiotic bitches she had been hanging out with all night. “Who sent this one I asked the barmaid again. “That guy over there.” She said, pointing to a dark haired god who would have never even looked my way in high school. I lifted my glass and mouthed ‘thank you’ to him as I took a sip. A mojito. Just what I needed on a night like this. The club was hot and stuffy. Cigarette smoke hung in the air. And the amount of alcohol I had consumed during my bar hopping was finally catching up with me.

I started thinking tonight was probably not such a bad night to fuck someone in a bar. I got up and joined my dark, luscious god at the bar. “Thanks for the drink.” I yelled in his ear. “I love mojitos!”

“WHAT?” He yelled back.

“THANKS!” I yelled.

He leaned into me accidentally grazing my breast, “NO PROBLEM.”

“WHAT?” I yelled back. I waved my hand as he tried to lean in again to repeat himself. I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him onto the dance floor. We danced for two songs and I lured him into the dark corner I had spotted. I was right. One of the speakers was blown or something. The music was still very audible but it was much easier to hear each other.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” I asked. I fully planned on having anonymous sex with a lot of total strangers but I wasn’t going to fuck any guys I knew had girlfriends. That’s just mean. When he shook his head ‘no’ I leaned in and asked the blunt question. “Wanna fuck me?”

He stumbled back in surprise. Most girls weren’t this forward. Hell, until now I wasn’t this forward. It was obvious he’d expected me to play the I’m-interested-but-I’m-gonna-act-uninterested game. “What?!”

“Wanna fuck me? It’s a simple question. See, I really wanna fuck you right here in this corner. Right now. I’m kinda drunk and horny and well…”

He just stared at me. I guessed I had come on a little too strong. Fuck it, I thought. I leaned in and put my hand on his crotch. “I really wanna fuck you right here, right now.” I don’t know how I had the balls for this. I really didn’t want to have sex in public. Anyone could see us. All I figured was public sex would help me overcome my shyness. Alcohol had helped a little too.

[FONT=&quot]I grabbed his hand and slid it under my dress onto my thigh. I leaned in again and told him how horny I was. His hand slid up a bit further and I kissed him.[/FONT]