Ai-chan
Queen of Yuri Devourer of Traps
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It is the summer holidays. You were at the beach playing with your friends. Suddenly a sea monster flies out and starts doing evil things to the people on the beach.
Describe your experience at that point in time. You can make it as long or as short as you want, as long as it's not trolling.
Ai-chan's example:
The sun is high, the beach is crowded. And my boyfriend's swimming truck is tented from perving on all the hot, sexy girls in nothing more than string bikinis. Frankly, as long as he doesn't try to use his lame pick up lines on them, I can't care less. I'm already regretting coming out when it's so damned hot.
The thought of just going home creeps into my mind when suddenly I hear screams around me. I open my eyes and sits up, to see people running away from the shoreline. Most people would probably think, "Oh, I should find out what's happening."
Well, fuck that. I've watched enough horror movies to know that people who think that are going to die first. Time to run-
Something catches me as I try to run. It feels like a long, slimy, rubbery shaft that is both soft and hard at the same time. I try to scream, but something pushes into my mouth, making me unable to utter a word. I am practically rendered mute due to the big, long and hard black thing in my mouth.
Wait, why am I announcing this?
I lock eyes with my boyfriend as I send my boyfriend a telepathic message. Help!
Surprisingly, he receives my telepathic message. He gives me a thumbs up, hurriedly rummages inside our bag and pulls out a camera. As one of the tentacles reaches into my swimsuit, he raises his left hand while keeping the lense of the camera trained on me. He bends his fingers.
When his thumb is folded inward, another tentacle crawls into my swimsuit, rubbing against the bottom of my breasts.
When his forefinger is folded inward, the tentacle flicks my left nipple.
When his middle finger goes down, the tentacle flicks the other nipple.
When his ring finger goes down, the big, long, hard black tentacle in my mouth sprays something into my throat.
When his little finger is folded, he says "Cheese!"
I can only scream against the delicious tentacle in my mouth, "HISHISHUTHAFOFOFUT!!!" (THIS IS NOT A PHOTOSHOOT!!!)
Describe your experience at that point in time. You can make it as long or as short as you want, as long as it's not trolling.
Ai-chan's example:
The sun is high, the beach is crowded. And my boyfriend's swimming truck is tented from perving on all the hot, sexy girls in nothing more than string bikinis. Frankly, as long as he doesn't try to use his lame pick up lines on them, I can't care less. I'm already regretting coming out when it's so damned hot.
The thought of just going home creeps into my mind when suddenly I hear screams around me. I open my eyes and sits up, to see people running away from the shoreline. Most people would probably think, "Oh, I should find out what's happening."
Well, fuck that. I've watched enough horror movies to know that people who think that are going to die first. Time to run-
Something catches me as I try to run. It feels like a long, slimy, rubbery shaft that is both soft and hard at the same time. I try to scream, but something pushes into my mouth, making me unable to utter a word. I am practically rendered mute due to the big, long and hard black thing in my mouth.
Wait, why am I announcing this?
I lock eyes with my boyfriend as I send my boyfriend a telepathic message. Help!
Surprisingly, he receives my telepathic message. He gives me a thumbs up, hurriedly rummages inside our bag and pulls out a camera. As one of the tentacles reaches into my swimsuit, he raises his left hand while keeping the lense of the camera trained on me. He bends his fingers.
When his thumb is folded inward, another tentacle crawls into my swimsuit, rubbing against the bottom of my breasts.
When his forefinger is folded inward, the tentacle flicks my left nipple.
When his middle finger goes down, the tentacle flicks the other nipple.
When his ring finger goes down, the big, long, hard black tentacle in my mouth sprays something into my throat.
When his little finger is folded, he says "Cheese!"
I can only scream against the delicious tentacle in my mouth, "HISHISHUTHAFOFOFUT!!!" (THIS IS NOT A PHOTOSHOOT!!!)
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