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posted November 14, 2006 10:28 AM |
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Pick any post you want out of those threads and it beats all of 2006 single-handedly.
I hate to blow my own horn here but this particular post right here can trump any other post you care to show.
And thanks for participating RSF 
Wow that's an amazing post FoG. You must be the greatest poster ever to visit HC.
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posted November 14, 2006 10:30 AM |
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Hehe & I was giving you a compliment Kooka 
TNT got no balls to post in here but you do 
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posted November 14, 2006 10:31 AM |
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Did someone say Kookie 
I posted this one recently, but it still makes me LOL
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The description of my ideal woman (continued):
Dick: NO DICK.
Sorry, Acu
In what turns you on
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posted November 14, 2006 10:33 AM |
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It sure does turn Rusty on I know .
I see there is one vote for him biting off Tinas balls .
Anyone for spagetti & meatballs
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posted November 14, 2006 10:40 AM |
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Here's something fun from Leggie
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quote:Now, to return to our regularly scheduled program...
I have never even tasted my toenails.
Okay, OUT you go, then
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PS : I think the BS Incident = The BATTLESTAR Incident ! Remember, back in the old days ? The critically acclaimed space soap opera BattleStar Galactica was still all the rage back then, in the old days. Basically HC was divided into pros-BS and antis-BS. It was like a second war in heaven, believe it or not ! I personnally remember only ONE other battle during which we lost as many HC members : Waterloo !
I didn't recreate the smilies but they are from tnt what are we going to talk about another "this generation sux" thread.
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I decided to pull out a post from LHW. Btw, you are lucky you didn't do 2004. And the other thing is that it's very hard for me to remember all the various posts that made me laugh in 2005.
http://heroescommunity.com/viewthread.php3?TID=10732&pagenumber=49
"I've made a few...adjustments to the fort," Shadow spoke only to the air, thinking of the three dead souls for whom he cared the most. Sheila, Wolfman, and Alivia, a wife, best friend, and mother, all stolen from him by those with vile hatred in their hearts, watched from above as the shadow mage tried to temper that chaotic nature that had caused him to kill the first of those three who had fallen. He guarded himself against being so consumed with that bitterness, yet was still trying to find a pathway to the passion that unlocked the best in Shadowcaster, a passion only unlocked through chaotic temperament. It was a delicate balance, but the shadow mage found that he was becoming wiser and wiser the only way that he knew how--through loss. It was a painful way to grow, but it was also the most effective, for he was now tempered from the pains that would have driven lesser men to insanity long ago.
He had traveled that road once, and had nearly succumbed to it. Were it not for the time mage, Rinaldo, Shadowcaster would have been long gone far before Alivia had ever found her place in his heart. There would have been no hope for him if his friend had not stepped in, but when Shadowcaster sought to thank his friend, he was nowhere to be found. He knew that he would meet RSF again someday, and his eyes remained firmly fixed on that day, that and one other.
Dean, the twisted summoner that wielded the very powers of ice and darkness intertwined, he was the source of Shadowcaster's sorrow now, but the bitterness that had driven him to pursue the traitor had long since waned, and the shadow mage took again to suppressing that rage that had once driven him to murder as he rebuilt the chaotic armies of old. They were his respite, his purpose as he sought to rediscover his old friendship and avenge his mother's death. An unforgiving, uncaring man had taken her away, a Supreme Mage of old now corrupted, supremely powerful and aided by the magic that had once sustained the Royal Order's balance. The latter was his ultimate goal, and it would by no means be easy, but Shadowcaster resolved to fufill his duty to his mother or to die trying. Only this time he was fueled by tempered anger rather than unbridled rage.
In his rebuilding days, which were drawing rapidly to a close as the Chaos armies neared their original might, Shadowcaster had become a master tactician, applying his deceptive mind to the battlefield instead of to his own selfish pursuits. It was the first time anyone beside himself would benefit directly from his cunning. But he knew as well that the armies of Order were likely to arise again, perhaps with the time mage at their helm. He was prepared for this, however, and would battle the time mage as a professional on a different side rather than as an enemy, for he held no malice in his heart for Rinaldo any longer. That had been cleared up long ago, and this new general would hold the same place in his heart, no matter who it was.
He continued his speech to the heavens: "Our labyrinth, for one, has drastically changed. That book the little gnome Silver left us has given the armies of Chaos quite the insight into the tricks he used back when he was alive, and we have successfully trained a special forces unit comprised solely of illusionists, and that same unit controls the shape of our grand maze. They stand at the finish to the labyrinth and conjure up false walls and deadly temptations that will drive nearly any man insane before he reaches them, and those who do make it through will face our team of marksmen, five highly skilled shooters who stand at alert in case someone clears our first defense. They shoot from five angles, which are arranged so that it would be very difficult to dodge all five arrows at once, and the hapless victim must make it down a long corridor before he is able to lose them. But waiting for them then are several decoy war rooms, each with fake plans and strategies so as to draw the enemy off-guard."
He smiled, "And even if they do make it to the correct room, they must make it back outside alive."
Shadow stood for what seemed an eternity, waiting and watching the sky for some sign of response from those he loved, but none came. He had before been sure that they watched him from above, but that certainty waned from day to day, and the absence of his friend and recent demise of his mother coupled with that seemed abandonment to leave the shadow mage with no real friends. He had comrades, talented officers, warriors, magicians, and everything in between, but they were all simply subordinates, and the call they had heeded to join the armies of Chaos was simply because they, too, were destitute of hope in this troubled time with no real antagonist. There was little comraderie among the men, but it did not matter. They functioned, and they did so well, for a like passion drove them singularly toward their seperate goals. It truly was a unique army, not quite undead, yet machinistic in its approach, much like the fallen armies from the deep north. Yet these were humans, they still had something to live for, something to fight for other than the instinct to fight.
Shadowcaster knew this, and used the soldier's singularity to bind them with one purpose--to become the greatest army that ever lived. After all, many had nowhere else to go, and would brave the worst of conditions.
But his mind rested little on the tactics of war on this day. The weary toil of preparation did not interest him in this hour, and he instead chose to retire to his chambers and reflect on all that had happened to him. It was a painful memory, but he recalled it all...his days growing up alone in the Order fort, his newfound friends in the time mage RSF and the beautiful Sheila, Rinaldo's betrayal and Shadow's revenge, the epic clash between Order and Chaos that climaxed in a battle over the fate of a demonologist, the time of peace in which RSF drove himself mad in pursuit of the creation of a god in Dingo, the rise and fall of the Forsakens, and the tumultuous times in between--all remained fixed firmly in his memory, and he confronted each and every last one of them. When the day had ended, so had his reflection, and he had decided one thing.
He would drop the name his corrupted self had carried and would instead return to the name with which he had been supplied before even the first tinge of rage had shown itself within the shadow mage. Shadowcaster would become Mordikai once again.
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posted November 14, 2006 10:45 AM |
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As proof of TNT's collapse.
TNT brought some fun to HC early but he couldnt take the heat.
He couldnt take the pressure.
He didnt have what it took.
He basically had talent & flopped big time.
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posted November 14, 2006 10:53 AM |
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A very entertaining read, as was TNT's thread Worlds sexiest woman does she even exist
And thanks for the cookie. 
That thread was just people posting pictures of women. It was a decent thread that I found interesting at the time, but to call it the highlight of the year. You gotta do better then that.
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Cool, let's go to the glade
This is in the contest of which there are heaps of amazing posts.
My fav come from the contest master {this thread was sooo underrated  }
contest master {TA}
The contestants had slipped momentarily from his grasp, but they could not go far. Not far enough to escape, was all that matters, but they were probably somewhere between the prison wall, and the Gauntlet. Perfect, there will be a nice surprise for them waiting in the realm of light.
But there was one contestant who had not yet woken up, despite the efforts of the others. Pathetic mortal, Alliel, seemed to recall.
Shall we show him just how mortal he is? His time is up.
A hissing sound would be heard in the prison cell, if anyone was awake to hear it. A gas leaked out of the walls, somewhere, changing the room into a translucent green. The body of Alliel began to contract and convulse, his head thrusting backward in an unconcious spasm. His skin began to burn.
Alliel awoke suddenly with the pain, and screamed with all his might. An excruciating pain overtook him, and he scrambled up as well as he can, trying to escape it, in shock and beyond reasoning.
Then the cobblestones on the walls began to shift, and drift slowly, but mechanically, apart, and the sound of cogs was heard behind them.
Then the sound of scraping steel, and great sharp spikes thrusted out of the walls, in unison, designed to leave no one standing in the room. Alliel was impaled, and the screaming ceased, only replaced by a trickle of blood dripping off of his scarred skin.
He smiled, satisfied. One down.
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contest master {fog}
Shae: A loud screech cut her thinking short and she ran, suppressing the pain, into a cavern and out of the sunlight…
*Shae could hear running water. She knew that there was magical barriers behind her so she continued into the cavern, feeling her way with her hands. She continued until the daylight was barely detectable. It was now pitch black Suddenly a voice rang out. It is a familiar voice though it was natural this time and not enhanced.*
Well, well, well I wasn't expecting long earth magic
That was highly careless of me.
*Shae suddenly feels a kick to her ribs. She strikes out in an instant with her blade but hits nothing. The kick returns only harder. She feels the breath knocked out of her. She leaps to her feet but is still unable to see anything in the complete darkness. She then feels spine crushing kick to the face that sends her slamming into the cavern wall. She is stunned but can still retains enough sensation to feel warm blood trickling down her face. She feels a hand grab her hair and force her face down to the floor. There is a hand groping around her person. A minute later she feels the Treant stake being taken from her*
Look you have a purpose to fulfill and you won't do it it by lying on the floor of this cavern. Get up.
*The hand pulls her up and twists her head back. Shae staggers to her feet and then feels the hand push her forwards. Away from where she thinks she first heart the voice*
Do you hear that rushing water over there? Go over to it, dive into it, and keep swimming until you end up where you're supposed to be. If you don't I'll just plain kill you. I'm only giving you one warning. Go!
*Shae feels a final angry shove forwards from hands that are supernaturally strong*
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The remaining five passed through the light and one by one stepped into a shallow pool of water. They simultaneously felt the air density rise. Jon held his hand up once again and a light filled up the room. It was a hemispherical room with a grate up at the very top. The group moved forward scanning the shallow water intently for signs of danger. Suddenly Eohl spoke.
"We're underwater."
No sooner had he spoken than the group started to hear a whooshing sound from above, like air escaping.
"The water's rising" Castan said.
The group looked down and sure enough, slowly it was starting to creep up past their shins towards their knees. They were in another trap.
Eohl reached down and tasted the water. It was fresh highly mineralized water, although he didn't volunteer that information to the rest of the group. "Examine these walls closely, there must be a way out"
"Are we to try and remove that grate? Is that the game?" Jon said, peering up at the man sized metal grate.
Castan was kneeling down with his arms beneath the water "No trap. The wall doesn't go all the way down. This is our way out, we have to worm our way under the wall and then swim."
The five took a last glance around the walls and the grate to see if there was anything that they missed.
"I have had enough of these games" Hunter said in anger. He took a deep breath and disappeared beneath the water. Robert quickly splashed over to where Hunter disappeared and immediately followed afterwards.
Jon waded over to the section of the wall nearest him, felt around for awhile, and then finally took a breath and disappeared, taking the light with him
Eohl heard a splash from where Castan had been. He moved over to follow Castan and then listened intently, as if searching for clues. Then he invisibly took a breath and slid into the water without a sound.
The group rose up through the water until they finally broke the surface. It wasn't too deep, perhaps 5 man lengths. It was still pitch dark although they could see what looked like lighted doorways off in the distance in all directions. There were several of them, and they were arranged as if in long corridors of water. The doorways seemed to beckon them, almost as if waiting.
Suddenly they could hear Hunter scream:
"I will kill you! Do you hear me?! I will find you and kill you! I swear to OLEN-GERIM"
They heard the echoes bounce back moments later….olen gerim…….olen gerim……
Wherever they were, it was huge.
That familiar voice boomed out once again, echoing and reverberating throughout the room, commanding, yet somewhat feeble.
"Hello again, my children."
They could almost sense the wickedness.
"I would like to think you might want to know; anybody who tries to use magic portals again, will find themselves back here... but underwater. Good luck!" A small, cruel laugh erupted, and died out.
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posted November 14, 2006 10:56 AM |
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Cook me some spam baby
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posted November 14, 2006 11:00 AM |
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This post owns any post from any year 
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a stich in time saves nine... what the hell does that mean?
If u enjoy telling ur friends of how uve never been beaten with ur own legs, u'd rethink making a comment
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posted November 14, 2006 11:01 AM |
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Like I always said to you.
Your such a nice guy Mr. Grinch
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posted November 14, 2006 11:05 AM |
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Like I always said to you.
Your such a nice guy Mr. Grinch
i choose to take that litterally except the last 2 words which i choose to take as sarcasm and the which i choose to take as a 
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posted November 14, 2006 11:07 AM |
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This post is from Height of the Guild. Though you'd have to read most of the thread to appreciate this post.
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"I...had hoped you would know the answer to that, your Grace," the young lich quietly submitted, making sure to remain hidden in the folds of his cloak. They had allowed the undead to pass through their hallowed halls, but the question was why. Why was Lokali here?
Mordith stood, and walked slowly around the large ornamented desk that stood in the middle of the room over to where Lokali stood. Stopping in front of the young boy, he bent down and stared into the hollow sockets that had once contained Lokali's eyes, as if searching for the boy's purpose. What seemed an eternity to the boy passed until the gaze of the malevolent leader wavered up to the men that had led him in.
"Leave us," he said abruptly, and they left.
"Take off your hood," Blackfist commanded, "you've nothing to hide here," he smiled, but it was a wily grin, one that made the young lich wonder whether the tyrant was capable of a real smile. The leader continued, "...except for maybe that which has been hidden from you, the reason you have been guided here. Your purpose."
Lokali was shocked, how could this man know of his search for purpose after they had only just met. Something lie beyond his blank gaze, something both sinister and wonderful to the boy, some power that he now longed for. Mordith had seen inside him, he now knew what the boy sought, but stranger still was that he had unlocked the key to the young lich's purpose. Lokali had to know, "And what is my purpose."
Blackfist continued grinning, "No, no, my boy, that is for you to find out on your own. You cannot escape what you were sent here to do, so there is no need to worry about finding purpose. It will find you." He was being intentionally ambiguous, but Lokali didn't know why. Perhaps Blackfist would benefit from his fulfillment of purpose, or perhaps he was planning to make that so. The boy could not match wits with the man, however, so Lokali paid no heed to the warning in the void where his heart once lay.
Mordith sat back down in his chair, "You were unspoiled by the shackles of life, a sinless undead, and are therefore free from the curses of your people. There is no reason for you to fear the power that was given to you. You will find great use for it before the end." He then grew silent and turned away, and it was clear that this conversation was over.
Lokali headed toward the door.
Look tit for tat, I bet you guys probably stack up pretty decent against 2005, but 2004 is really when I think HC was the most fun. The first April Fools Joke was in 2004, Glade became a massive forum in 2004. TUM came in 2004. Tossers Tavern was at its height in 2004. Guild of Pixelartists was in 2004. 2004 is my favorite year at HC.
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posted November 14, 2006 11:07 AM |
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That thread was just people posting pictures of women. It was a decent thread that I found interesting at the time, but to call it the highlight of the year. You gotta do better then that.
Allright how about Dragonslaya's Defaul reactions will improve your love life or my very own
You girlfriends a satanist
If you still won't concede then I think I will graciously allow you to claim one point for this one.
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posted November 14, 2006 11:09 AM |
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This post is from Height of the Guild. Though you'd have to read most of the thread to appreciate this post.
Zeldor's Demon Prince
HFC: The Demon Prince
-Killie, Killie, Killie! Where are you? Killie, Killie... oh! Here you are! Where have you been ? I have got something good for you... - He thrown a large piece of meat on the floor and all three heads started the feast, fighting for food.
Yes, it was a cerberi, called Killer, but it sounded brutal for him, so he used "Killie" instead. He got it for 10th birthday from his father, the king of demons. It was not easy to grow in house like that. All that plotting, killing, sacrificins innocents, drinking blood... it was not for him. He dreamed for different life... His thoughs were brutally interrupted by a terryfying sound. He looked at Killie.
- Again... - his eyes turned sad – I knew it will happen... - he took his notebook, turned about eighty pages and added "No succubi meat", under other lines like "No werewolves", "No eyes of beholder", "No demon lords"...
- All right, I will give you something else... - two heads of Killie kept on vomiting, while third one started to slober, you wouldn't like to see it. He took out a leg of unicorn, thrown to cerberi and returned to thinking.
He tried to change cerberi's menu for months, without any effects. Like it had in genes eating horses, unicorns, fairies, cats and especially elves. He couldn't understand it – he ate elves many times and found their meat uneatable without tones of chilli and pepper.
All that thinking about food made him hungry made him hungry, so he decided to visit the kitchen. There should be some dwarven breasts left after dinner. They were really tasty with barbecue sauce. He took a whole bowl of food and found that there was only human blood to drink, disgusting. He noticed that noone liked it, but it became so called 'tradition' . Only adults could invent such a stupidity.
He was walking the corridor, burping occasionally and spitting barbecue sauce everywhere. Suddenly he heard some screams.
- Ah! Daddie, let's see what he is doing! - He turned into corridor of flames and headed to temple of Urgash. Nice god, he met him several times. Had some problems with head, felt on his head during childhood or something like that. He knew that in far places some people did heal things like that. Or closed people who had it. And here... here they worshipped him. Not that Urgash had anything against it – he had problems with noticing the believers, memory problems. He has planned already three crusades against elves, but after his father gathered the army he already forgotten what he planned and everything was cancelled. He also scared whole human town, when he flew there and stated that he just wants to give candies to children... he was truly Chaos Dragon.
He entered huge room and instantly localised source of screams. His father, in ritual robe was holding gigantic sword and casting some spell. There were few hundred creatures, manily elves, humans and dwarves, screaming and begging for mercy.
- Hey Daddy!- said young prince.
- Haven't you been told that you should never use that word again?! - he was burning with anger – I am doing a sacrifice here! Don't you see?
- You promised me a horsie...
- We have already talked about that! Horses are not for demon prince and future king of all demons! You have got cerberi and nightmares!
- But they burn my clothes...
- Real demons wear only armor and weapons!
- But...
- There is no but! And now return to your chambers and train meteor showers some more!
- Daddie...
- No!
- But... - he started crying – just one horsie... just one...
- Stop doing that in front of my victims! I will get you a horsi... that is ekhem... You shall be given the horse!
And thus began the first demon incursion, which caused tremendous pain to the whole world. But young prince got a horsie.
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posted November 14, 2006 11:13 AM |
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The best of the masturbation thread posts are from this year heehee
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quote:I prefer to watch action instead of stillness
Actually I've gone past both the static and the moving images phases. It's all fantasy all the time now.
Here's a typical day for me.
wake up
Zeus's handmaidens
get out of bed & take shower
Rock star with teenage groupies
breakfast & HC
Low earth orbit with Cosmonauts and Taikonauts
work
Roman slave rebellion
come home from work
Bigfoot
bedtime
That's just my solo outings, when I'm with my wife I have an entirely different set of fantasies, like:
Mongolian Emperor
Admiral Perry
Lingerie fashion boutique owner
The Inn of the Seven Sisters
And that's just an average day, I haven't even gotten into my 4 star fantasies yet, like:
Satan's Jacuzzi and
Naga Sutra
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What exactly do you mean by 'bigfoot'?
What is naga sutra?
BTW, I think I'll print that out.
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posted November 14, 2006 11:19 AM |
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a toss story of mine from the short story contest which had heaps of great entries
Obsessed
Rain. The rain pounds down onto the roof and is seeping through cracks in the ceiling, antagonising me. Each drop is a sordid reminder of where I am, of what I have become. Branches beat against the window with every burst of wind, sounding like a battle anthem calling me into action, waking me from my obsession. Today it must end.
Her image is burnt so deeply into my mind that even when I am away from her, a shadow lingers, clouding my thoughts and slowly driving me to insanity. The howl of the kettle echoes my inner turmoil. I pour the coffee. Two cups; one covered in hearts, a gift I bought her when she first moved in. Not long now…
I can’t believe it has only been three weeks since I first set eyes on her, so pure and innocent with long brown hair and a wide smile. She walked into my life and I knew instantly that things would never be the same again. Dressed to kill, I sucked in my stomach to accentuate my abs and approached her, working my charm, “Hey that dress looks nice. Can I talk you out of it?” She smiled at me, her eyes laughing. My ex-girlfriends had often complained about my shortcomings, but my wit and well-toned body weren’t among them. The bartender placed the drinks I had ordered in front of us and words started flowing. Two hours later we walked hand in hand to my new ride, a Renault Clio. She was suitably impressed. There’s something about a beautiful woman sitting on fresh leather that does it for me. Every time.
The streets were full of people but it felt like we were the only ones in the universe. And those legs, man they went forever. I cranked up the sound, Nightwish’s base keeping rhythm with my heartbeat. My mind kept wandering to the haven I had prepared for her at home. I had spent months gathering all the necessary items to make a room fit for a woman of her calibre. I just had to get that mobile phone from her somehow. We were nearly home.
What the… REM’s puerile chant bellowed loudly. She laughed at my surprise as she answered a call. It was coming from her phone? I suppressed the subsequent nausea and concentrated on her inner thigh. That damn phone had to die. Her giggling banter permeated my thoughts as I drove into the driveway. Thankfully she closed her phone as the garage door closed behind us. Smiling, I took the phone from her, “You’re all mine now baby!” She laughed, and headed through the open door into my living room. Plonk one phone in the bucket, I felt better already.
The next three weeks were filled with all kinds of pleasure as I explored her body, and she surrendered her soul. But as time goes on I am beginning to grow tired of this game. Her once animated face is becoming sour and spiteful. I am spending longer sessions with friends as I try to escape that look in her eyes. And there is a new woman in my sights.
Gathering the now steaming coffee cups, I walk down the hall into her room. She always looks hottest late at night, with the flickering light of the bedside lamp distorting her face until she resembles the characters in Ashan. For a brief moment I consider rekindling the relationship, but know that now is the time. It seems like my whole life has led me to this place, with her, right now.
Setting the coffee on the table, I can’t help but stroke back the hair that has fallen in her eyes. Those eyes. I move away and reach for the camera, I want to capture our last moments together. A red light flashes, I gather her long hair in my hands, curling the locks around my fingers and speak to her softly, “You’ll always be my little noobie”. Then, swiftly and strongly I wind her hair around her slender neck and pull it tight.
No longer do I fear her escape. I untie the chains binding her to the bed, and return them carefully to the hand-carved chest against the wall. The heavy shackles joining the other mementoes of our time together. I will give her one more night with me. I carefully lay her body in the bed and pull the bedsheets around her. I close her eyes and am reminded of our first night together. Feeling at peace at last, I walk back down the hallway and into my den. Back to the place where it all began.
My feet leave the ground as I park myself in my chair, spin once, then activate the portal to my happiness. The green apple insignia lights up as I open my laptop and log on. The adrenalin is pumping as I enter my password, hoping to see a HCM waiting for me from her. She doesn’t disappoint me, she would not degrade me. I am in the matrix now, I see my reflection in the monitor and know my place in this world. TNT_Addict: Promising Famous Hero of Womanising Pigs.
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posted November 14, 2006 11:23 AM |
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The best of the masturbation thread posts are from this year heehee
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quote:I prefer to watch action instead of stillness
Actually I've gone past both the static and the moving images phases. It's all fantasy all the time now.
Here's a typical day for me.
wake up
Zeus's handmaidens
get out of bed & take shower
Rock star with teenage groupies
breakfast & HC
Low earth orbit with Cosmonauts and Taikonauts
work
Roman slave rebellion
come home from work
Bigfoot
bedtime
That's just my solo outings, when I'm with my wife I have an entirely different set of fantasies, like:
Mongolian Emperor
Admiral Perry
Lingerie fashion boutique owner
The Inn of the Seven Sisters
And that's just an average day, I haven't even gotten into my 4 star fantasies yet, like:
Satan's Jacuzzi and
Naga Sutra
Val
:eye-twitching-not-yet-implemented-smiley: advanced...
supersonic
:completely shocked:
What exactly do you mean by 'bigfoot'?
What is naga sutra?
BTW, I think I'll print that out.
Fog's post was okay. The massively long informational post on masterbation by William I thought was a lot funnier.
Edit: I read The Demon Prince and it was okay.
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