Fifty. Five.
The airplane had been airborne an hour when she entered the toilet. She looked into the mirror and hated the girl of twenty going on sixty that she saw. The horrors she had seen and the family she had lost….
She mixed lip-gloss with Vaseline, stuck her mobile in the goo and walked out.
Slowly…
And Chamique has replied here.
Once you've read the reply above, please read the continuation that Recluse has provided here.
This is getting to be so much fun!
And once you've read what Recluse had to say, do read Dibyo's post here.
This really is fun! Anyone else?
And to answer the question, Dhoomketu picks up the thread from where Dibyo left off. Read his post here.
More! More! More! (...and ignore the porn in the comments below.)
One more, from The Invizible Man, read his entry here.
Someone to finish the story then?
19 comments:
And we are back. *BOOM*
Recluse? Shake the room!
1. The Dept of Homeland Security (or similar such organisation) will put us on a watch list making our government ban this blog. Resulting in cult status. Ergo, no problem.
2. Havne't they banned jelly-type things in addition to liquids?
Recluse, I'm impressed!
Dilettante, maybe this was the reason for the ban?
Recluse, your compositions are lost in the comments. They deserve their own post, why don't you post it on your blog and we'll linky to it?
(That way we can also grab your readers! Muahahahahah!)
Me too.
In response to Mr. D :)
She passed on the vaseline to him, not hiding her apparent displeasure.
He dabbed a generous fingertip-full on his lips as she watched.
"Keep it", she said, "your lips have enough of it to last the flight...for the two of us".
Akram smiled in bemusement - he should never have trusted cyanide from Pfizer.
Deep, maybe you could post it on your blog and Mr. D will link, as will we?
This is so much fun! Who's next?
me, me,me. I'm next. Woo hoo!
Anon: Where?
She saw a Kippah tucked securely away in his seat pocket and wondered if he knew that they’d meet a common fate in twenty minutes. She leant over and placed her hand on his. No words were necessary as she felt his strong hands stroke her under the blanket. She was his, for a while…
She moved to his rhythm and his exploring hands found no resistance or panties. He stoked her hairless lips, feeling the wetness and the warmth seep across the seat, slipped two fingers in and began stroking her clit with his thumb. She clenched and then released, biting her lip as she came, and once again…
hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahaha. You were wondering when this would go the porn way. wish granted , BB.
CW: Bleddy hell, we'll need to put a disclaimer on the blog now!
She looked at him through her half closed eyes, enjoying the spasms of ecstasy that racked her body, and leant forward unzipping his fly, marveling at the size and wet arousal which was evident. Opening her mouth and gently tongue flicking at the vein that ran from base to bulbous tip and hearing him moan…
Deep, sorry. Just read your comment. Unfortunately, Mr. D had passed the baton on and I have posted.
Will you do the next one?
I've just carried it forward... or is too late??
Since you started this off, why don't you take finish it off, BB?
Invizible Man: I was hoping someone else would. Seeing how no one has, I'll lay it to rest here:
NORAD had been tracking the plane as W, and his evil henchman DC, had demanded an example be made; to keep the fear alive. Real.
They had set it up beautifully, smoke and mirrors. He pressed the red button and knew those aboard had seconds to live.
And then it was done. Flaming wreckage remained.
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