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Questionable Decisions

Submitted by pump1131 on Wed, 10/15/2014 - 20:08
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"I can't believe we're doing this," you say as you watch me uncoiling the garden hose and screwing it onto the spigot. We're both a few beers in, standing in the yard on a warm fall day in swim trunks, and we're about to make some questionable decisions.

"Come on, you keep saying you've always wanted to try it! I promise, it'll be great. It's like a tire pump, but way better," as I lube up the end of the hose and drag it over to you. "Pull down the back of your shorts a little."

You comply, edging down the back of your trunks and bending forward a little.

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Average: 4.3 (22 votes)

FDA Approved

Submitted by pump1131 on Wed, 10/15/2014 - 20:01
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"Hey, want a free sample?" The girl held up a tray covered in small cups of what looked like blueberry milkshake.

Steve paused for a moment and looked her over. She was short, curvy, blond, and had a tiny nose piercing. Cute, even in the dorky mall coffee shop uniform. Her nametag read "Sara."

"Sure, but what is it? Isn't this place supposed to be a coffee shop?"

"It's our new Blueberry Spice Fluffocino! It's delicious! It even has new self replicating flavors, and it's FDA approved," smiled Sara.

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Average: 3.8 (9 votes)

Ayame's Round Suprise

Submitted by wonkadude50002009 on Tue, 10/07/2014 - 17:29
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It was a friday morning, and Ayame quickly wakes up due to a rustling noise coming from her side. Inuyasha heard none of it, and stayed asleep. Ayame walks to a line of bushes from outside the house they were sleeping in, and finds nothing. "what the...," Ayame questioned, keeping her cool. "It must have been the wind..". The noise comes back again, and this time, it was louder. Ayame slowly starts to get nervous, thinking it might be an old foe. 

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Average: 2.7 (3 votes)

Up and Inflating Author, The

Submitted by snowfox on Mon, 09/01/2014 - 10:12
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Warning for mature readers only.  Deals with inflation fetish.  Read at your own risk.
07/27/14
Rain falls outside the bookstore as the Friday night customers explore what the bookstore has to offer.  Author Sarah Hale sighs as she sits at the small wood table near the front door and by the selection of old records they have to offer.  A couple copies of her new book sit on the small wood table and she patiently awaits someone to come sit with her to talk about her works or answer questions, but so far none have come.  

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Average: 3.3 (12 votes)

Juicy Affair, A

Submitted by Bootyboy on Sun, 08/31/2014 - 00:11
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Kit walked up the winding stairwell to Dominic's apartment, where he'd been staying for the past five months of their "relationship". However, he was just returning from an evening spent in the company of the delivery guy. He was not unaccustomed to acting nonchalant in his returns, as in the past month or two, Kit had been getting fucked by a revolving cast of men under Dominic's nose. His intimidating, muscled, possessive boyfriend, or perhaps owner would be a more apt term, seemed completely ignorant of his infidelities, and Kit was almost beginning to feel smug.

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Average: 3.9 (14 votes)

Supernatural: Gabriel's Chocolate Factory

Submitted by bigboy86 on Mon, 08/25/2014 - 21:31
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"Dean," Sam asked, "where the hell are we?"

Where WERE they? It appeared to be one of the strangest places the Winchesters had ever seen. All sorts of bizarre equipment with strange bubbling fluids inside were scattered around the room.

"No clue, Sam," Dean replied at last. "It seems kind of familiar, though."

"I'm going to guess this is a trap of some sort."

"Hey, look, gum!" Dean said, spotting a silver-wrapped stick poking out of a machine. Unwrapping it, he began chewing.

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Average: 1.3 (4 votes)

Best Surprise, The

Submitted by captntrips on Sun, 08/24/2014 - 21:02
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I walk into our house through the front door.  Stepping into the living with the high, vaulted ceiling, I see you.  You stand in the middle of the room, in a sexy set of red lingerie: thigh-high stockings, a thong, a garter belt, and a bra.  Your luscious brown hair is down, flowing over your beautiful face, slender shoulders, and resting on your curvaceous breasts.  You walk up to me seductively, with a devilish look on your face.  You stand up on your tiptoes and wrap your arms around my head and kiss me passionately.  My hands instinctively

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Average: 4.6 (29 votes)

Joker's Inflato-ray, The

Submitted by snowfox on Thu, 08/14/2014 - 05:19
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The Joker laughs madly as he strides across the floor of the large, up scale, restaurant and points the gun in his hand and fires.  The inflated sphere with a woman's head atop it begins inflating big once the green blast of light hits her and she looks around worried as the hissing fills her ears.  He laughs again, "Let's  start this party with a bang!!"  He fires two more quick shots at her, the hissing grows louder, and a loud rubber groaning fills the room. "This should be good.  Right, Har?"

Harley smiles, "Sure, Mr. J."

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Average: 3.5 (15 votes)

Cookie Monster

Submitted by Finjen on Wed, 08/13/2014 - 14:31
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Bill plopping down his gym bag near the front door stomped into the kitchen of his home. Bill was a tall, athletic guy with a shaved head, piercing blue eyes and was at the moment absolutely starving. As he did every Saturday Bill had gone rowing and as always he could eat a horse by the time he got home.

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Average: 3.1 (11 votes)

Gas Station

Submitted by snowfox on Sat, 08/09/2014 - 03:12
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Warning for mature readers only. Contains inflation fetish material. Read at your own risk.

 

Jane frowns as she feels her car driving oddly again and she pulls into the gas station to refill her right front tire with air again. She hopes with the money of her next paycheck she can get it fixed, but for now this will have to do.

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Average: 3.6 (18 votes)
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