Anyone up for a themed short story game? I'll start off with a paragraph, the next posters will follow up with another and add a number in sequence, so we end up with several stories at the end of the line with many authors who participated. Theme is where could it go. Title:. To be determined Length:. To be determined The dessert scorched my left foot as I walked shoeless across the sand. I was determined to make it to Reno on schedule. After the last two weeks, I wasn't even sure where I was until I ran across Beavis and some guy he always called a butthead. They let me know I was in America. Thank God I thought to myself. I just left a place called Idaho a few days before and America sounded so much better. If I didn't know better, i'd think I was going somewhere to take a nap, but then there's no rest for the wicked I hear and I'm a wicked mess right now. Even with my shirt wrapped around my foot, the heat from the sand feels like my breast do after a day of walking without it. Come to think about it "What happened to my bra"? 1
The first guy that picked me up was a decent fellow and I quite enjoyed his company. Salesman repping artists from a couple of northern states. Stopped in at different art type stores and a few galleries on the way. Bought me a couple of meals too. I'd usually been pretty lucky hitching rides from strangers, but the next guy turned out to be a man with a plan. His plan included taking advantage of me in a physical way and it's a damn good thing I had the knife Randy had given me when last I saw him. Pulled off on a side road , turned into a small opening under a copse of trees saying he had to relieve himself. As soon as the car rolled to a stop he immediately ripped my shirt and bra off with great force. I always kept the knife in a scabbard on my right side and fortunately I was able to pull it. The color in his face changed from red to stark white when he found it pressed to his neck. The look in my eyes at that time convinced him that he had made a grave error --and in fact he had. I had been raped before and if it hadn't been for Randy, the sucker might have killed me. Which I was more than willing to do to this fool. So, here I am--a pair of shorts, no traveling bag, no money ,half undressed and I don't where in the hell I am.
...and I don't know where in the hell I am. I understood the dangers ... Obviously. I knew what I was capable of, and so I don't have much fear when traveling. It's almost expected being a prior victim. Did the prey turn into a pretafor? That's debatable, but some would certainly say so. Others would disagree and me, well ... What I am is what I am. The question I often ask myself when I hear a line from a ride is:. Are you what you are or what? My tits are sunburned, my shorts so tight and short the crown heart of my cheeks peaking out a little. Truth be told, I'm not wearing panties either. Commando is so much more comfortable than a piece of cloth going up my crack. Not knowing where I am, my left foot without shoe, no shirt and my tits sunburned, I decide to stop for the night. That's when I met Beavis and his butthead friend. They were umm ... Unique. I thought they were pretty special. Beavis worried me a little though. He swiped his butthead friends tightly whities put them over his head and kept repeating something about corn holes or something. I tried not to pay too much attention to them, aside from noticing how respectful they were. They were you know ... Truly truly respectful. 3
Who knows where this one is going ... If I said it once I've said it a thousand times:. "it's not a pickle after you eat it"
They were you know ... Truly truly respectful In my line of work, we get treated worse than livestock in slaughter houses. Hell, some even call us cattle, or cows. They use references like stalls and my bitch and things most would find extremely derogatory. Meeting Beavis and his butthead friend felt a lot like walking through a field of wildflowers in bloom on a nice spring morning. Truth be known, I'm on my way for an audition. I'm so sick of being treated like trash, I decided to go porn I'm on the run from the guy who thinks he owns me. It was difficult, but I managed to slip away. Yes, I'm a little runaway but you would be too if you only knew the hell I've been through. I'm a sexy bitch and I know it. Besides, having sex with lots of people is about the only life I've ever known. Porno with the right ladies ... IF I can get there for my audition is my only ticket out. I'm so desperate I can hardly stand it. If I miss it, I'll need to wait, and after the last few weeks, and the years prior,. i don't think waiting will turn out well. Just ask claw. That's what I call her anyway. She's tucked away safely in her sleeping bag on my hip right now, but always ready to protect me if I need it. I've only had her for less than a month now, but she's my best friend. Maybe my new friends, if I make my appointment will be nice additions. I guess we'll see.
