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( , Sun 1 Apr 2001, 1:00)
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and when I landed on a huge pile of orange leaves, I was confronted by three small cycloptic bald women. They took me to a tiny building and gave me what can only be described as the best Ovaltine I've ever tasted, before ushering me out into the wilderness.
I wandered a little way down what looked like a trail, and came across an archway with a small door and a plinth. There was a key-hole in the door, around the size of my wrist, maybe bigger. I looked around for a key, but none were found.
On the plinth, there was a PortaMuff pocket pussy and a bottle of lube. Someone had scrawled "FUCK ME" on the sex toy in red lipstick, so I unzipped, squirted some lube on mini-me and started plugging away on the rubber clunge.
I reached my peak, filled the toy with my baby milk and withdrew. My todger started growing and growing, getting thicker and longer, and I struck upon an idea. I stuck my cock in the key-hole and it swelled up to fill the gap. There was a click and the door opened.
What my eyes saw is hard to describe, but it was a thing of incredibility and no mistake. An enormous flat-screen monitor with the most wonderous Web site ever devised shining forth from its LCDs. I'd discovered b3ta.
I started to move toward this beautiful sight, but my cock was stuck in the key-hole, getting ever bigger, and quite painful...
( , Tue 16 Jun 2009, 13:13, 1 reply, 16 years ago)
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