"Funny how calming it feels, this urge, like sipping hot cocoa while soaking in a bubble bath. Three steps to redemption, barely a yard, and then no more anything. Simply walk off the platform, and all the hurt goes away. Please mercy, let it just go away," she prayed.

Transfixed by the blackened tunnel, seemingly vacant of light or hope, Giselle stood alone with her guilt, carelessly close to the edge of the platform. The screen on a mounted schedule noted ...

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With one hand, I gripped the top of the bench for balance, as I drew up my injured knee and began to vigorously massage it with the other. I concentrated on the sharp flashes of pain and my ministrations; it was all that kept me from literally choking off the braying laughter of the chestnut-maned ass that was my best friend.<< MORE >>

Cigarette ash and spittle made the perfect charcoal and allowed her to transfer the image in her head onto the linen. Noelle realized this work would demand all her creativity and talent. Never doubting herself, she prepared to meet this new challenge head-on. She would imbue this piece with her very essence.<< MORE >>

 

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February 2010 Short Story Challenge



Write a short story of no less than 500 words and no more than
1000 words.

Theme: Write a punany twitching, johnson jolting story featuring the erotic use of Champagne & Chocolate.



It can be as hot or as graphic as you want it. At the end of the month a poll will be set up at NyceNNaughtie.Ning.Com for members
to vote on their favorite story.

Step out of the 9 to 5, and let your muse bounce bare naked.

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Dear Reader:

This will be my last post for a while. I'm currently working on an adult fairy tale submission due on February 1^st, 2010.

New posts will resume on January 31^st, 2010. In the meantime I encourage you to reacquaint yourself with the series installments, flash fiction, poems, polls, discussions, and other material currently posted on this site.

Until next we chat, I wish everyone a happy and joyous holiday season.

Yours truly,

Naughtie Scribe

P.S.: Remember there is a reason Santa keeps a naughty list (wink). 

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"They ate him! Mercy, they ate him." I bolted through the woods thrashing at stray branches and brush with one clear destination in mind, AWAY. The scene played in my head as my stomach churned, even though nothing remained to purge. Only an hour had passed since the ambush in the clearing, and I alone survived. I knew it was a mistake to camp so far out, in these woods, at this time of night.<< MORE >>

I know this article has been a long time coming. Shamelessly your curiosity was whetted then left mercilessly stranded between exquisite anticipation and unfulfilled frustration. A necessary inconvenience I assure you. For now, you have some understanding of what motivates the Responsible Practitioner or RP. Unlike her irresponsible counterpart, which I discussed in the first article, an RP engages in AFO for the sole purpose of improving the mechanics of intimacy without damage to the male ego. For truthfully, few things are as delicate as the male sense of self.<< MORE >>

If they never found out, would you sleep with your friend's lover?

 "Looks like the cat kicked your butt again." He knew he'd face capital
punishment for the remark. If the death-rays powering up behind her near-colorless blue eyes were any indication, his end would be clean and swift. Emboldened by the inevitable, Marques
embraced his executioner and sought reprieve in the crook of her neck.

Mercy help me, Loewyn thought. Auburn hair styled by low hanging branches, jacket and khakis grass stained, and goodness only knew what ...

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