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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
I'll try to get something up, maybe, one day. My life just got busy again with all the shopping trip, starting today.
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
It probably won't. I gained some weight, it might be harder to buy any cloths. D:
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Ever since I got out of the hospital I lost quite a bit of weight~
Well it's probably more of a stress rather than lack of exercise that you got excess weight, go take it easy or something
Well it's probably more of a stress rather than lack of exercise that you got excess weight, go take it easy or something
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I recently made a fanfiction and I need it looked over, the link is https://www.fakku.net/viewtopic.php?t=92503, I am new at this and I'm trying to become a better writer
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
Cinia Pacifica wrote...
It probably won't. I gained some weight, it might be harder to buy any cloths. D:Couldn't get myself any jeans. ;_;
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
Cinia Pacifica wrote...
Couldn't get myself any jeans. ;_;Clearly, you didn't have enough willpower! You must believe!
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
xninebreaker wrote...
Cinia Pacifica wrote...
Couldn't get myself any jeans. ;_;Clearly, you didn't have enough willpower! You must believe!
Doesn't work. ;~;
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got tired of pdf >.> it wouldn't cooperate. I just pasted the file on to my forum, and spaced it out the best I can, and yes, it is all on 1 topic, so read if you want.
now edited for typos, spoilers, and everything in between. post comments on my page. I know the story is a little long because I took time to develop my characters and the plot, but I think the comedy I threw in, the cameo's (both fakku and vocaloid commercials and music videos), and the occasional ecchi would make it worth the read. And yes there is a sex scene.
All 3 books are done and are now on fakku
now edited for typos, spoilers, and everything in between. post comments on my page. I know the story is a little long because I took time to develop my characters and the plot, but I think the comedy I threw in, the cameo's (both fakku and vocaloid commercials and music videos), and the occasional ecchi would make it worth the read. And yes there is a sex scene.
All 3 books are done and are now on fakku
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xninebreaker
FAKKU Writer
Working on a revamp to my story, The World of Four. Let's hope High will still enjoy it~ What's everyone else doing?
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Cinia Pacifica
Ojou-sama Writer
I'm so drained out of things, I don't even feel like editing that review I made on someone's story with the in-depth views on the categories that I forgot to write about. =/
And then there's Jerry and Kirby in the list. Damn. Just reading SAO's Light Novels (which is just awesome) and playing Sword Girls.
Sup gaiz
And then there's Jerry and Kirby in the list. Damn. Just reading SAO's Light Novels (which is just awesome) and playing Sword Girls.
Sup gaiz
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mibuchiha
Fakku Elder
xninebreaker wrote...
Working on a revamp to my story, The World of Four. Let's hope High will still enjoy it~ What's everyone else doing?Research project for summer school, toying with what scenes to put in part 5 and how to link them, toying with how to begin the final chapter of KnH, enjoying the nice food and drinks here and slacking off. Also finding a possibility of slugging myself here.
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xninebreaker wrote...
Working on a revamp to my story, The World of Four. Let's hope High will still enjoy it~ What's everyone else doing?Take it easy~
Me? I'm currently reading this atm -> http://myanimelist.net/manga/1101/Akumetsu
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leonard267
FAKKU Non-Writer
I should start a random thread on the Writing and Fanfiction section. Perhaps a collection of short essays, beginning with the one I have wrote 8 months ago. It was my first time writing an erotic scene.
I hope this entry put off everyone off the urge to copulate.
What follows from here is an encounter between two persons who will be named 'A' and 'B'. 'A' had the honour of chauffeuring 'B' back home after spending some time clubbing. 'A' was bleeding in the head which explained why 'A's head was swimming.
As to why 'A' sustained that injury, it is best to say that this is a near inevitable consequence of clubbing. 'A' gave 'B' a penetrating and a what-could-be-mistaken as a passionate glare to 'B'.
'B' on the other hand, had a swimming head too! However unlike 'A', 'B' is inebriated, intoxicated, not sober or to put it succinctly, drunk.
'A' and 'B' made their way up to 'B's apartment in what could be called a limp. Upon entering 'B's apartment, 'A' was greeted with a horrendous clutter of items, rubbish and other unidentifiable objects. 'A' responded by hissing at 'B', "You ought to apologise to me for this mess." That proved to be extremely unwise, because 'B', being in a state of stupor, responded by pulling 'A's head and gave 'A' an almighty headbutt sending 'A' flying off to 'B's bed.
'B's bed should be quite ancient, considering that 'B' grew up with the bed. And if 'A' caught a whiff of some pungent smell of sweat and other body fluids together with feeling a slimy sensation as 'A's skin came into contact with the bedsheets, 'A' ought to know very well who to blame for this.
'B' continued the assault by giving 'A' a body slam whilst 'A' was writhing on 'B's bed. This continued with 'B' violently taking hold 'A' legs, wrapping it over 'B's waist in preparation to do execute a piledrive.
'A' yelled of course. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS??" 'B' responded by chuckling creepily.
Now, consider 'A's disposition. He was engulfed in 'B's scent and felt the whole magnitude of 'B's weight as his body was plunging towards the floor. One can be quite sure that 'A' was hearing voices. These voices must be that of the choir sung by Hell's Angels. And the heat that wrapped 'A' must originate from the furnaces of 'A's conceived hell-on-Earth.
Of course, 'A' sustained further head injury but not yet amounting to a concussion. 'A' mustered some strength to whip out some needle that was laced with either a laxative or a sedative. That needle was put to good use on many an occasion especially occasions that involved clubbing.
Seizing the shaft, 'A' plunged it deeply into 'B' filling 'B's insides with either a sedative or laxative. Either way, that seemed to subdue 'B' somewhat. And the day ended with 'A' collapsing against 'B' on the floor with 'A' finally succumbing to head injuries and 'B' either sedated or feeling a powerful urge to go to the toilet.
THE END
As to why 'A' sustained that injury, it is best to say that this is a near inevitable consequence of clubbing. 'A' gave 'B' a penetrating and a what-could-be-mistaken as a passionate glare to 'B'.
'B' on the other hand, had a swimming head too! However unlike 'A', 'B' is inebriated, intoxicated, not sober or to put it succinctly, drunk.
'A' and 'B' made their way up to 'B's apartment in what could be called a limp. Upon entering 'B's apartment, 'A' was greeted with a horrendous clutter of items, rubbish and other unidentifiable objects. 'A' responded by hissing at 'B', "You ought to apologise to me for this mess." That proved to be extremely unwise, because 'B', being in a state of stupor, responded by pulling 'A's head and gave 'A' an almighty headbutt sending 'A' flying off to 'B's bed.
'B's bed should be quite ancient, considering that 'B' grew up with the bed. And if 'A' caught a whiff of some pungent smell of sweat and other body fluids together with feeling a slimy sensation as 'A's skin came into contact with the bedsheets, 'A' ought to know very well who to blame for this.
'B' continued the assault by giving 'A' a body slam whilst 'A' was writhing on 'B's bed. This continued with 'B' violently taking hold 'A' legs, wrapping it over 'B's waist in preparation to do execute a piledrive.
'A' yelled of course. "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS??" 'B' responded by chuckling creepily.
Now, consider 'A's disposition. He was engulfed in 'B's scent and felt the whole magnitude of 'B's weight as his body was plunging towards the floor. One can be quite sure that 'A' was hearing voices. These voices must be that of the choir sung by Hell's Angels. And the heat that wrapped 'A' must originate from the furnaces of 'A's conceived hell-on-Earth.
Of course, 'A' sustained further head injury but not yet amounting to a concussion. 'A' mustered some strength to whip out some needle that was laced with either a laxative or a sedative. That needle was put to good use on many an occasion especially occasions that involved clubbing.
Seizing the shaft, 'A' plunged it deeply into 'B' filling 'B's insides with either a sedative or laxative. Either way, that seemed to subdue 'B' somewhat. And the day ended with 'A' collapsing against 'B' on the floor with 'A' finally succumbing to head injuries and 'B' either sedated or feeling a powerful urge to go to the toilet.
THE END
I hope this entry put off everyone off the urge to copulate.
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leonard267
FAKKU Non-Writer
^ Whatever that story I wrote was, I found it most erotic or violent or disgusting. I mean after reading this:
My head was swimming as I led him into my room. "I apologize for the mess.." I whispered shakily. I had attempted to make the place decent for his arrival, but as our gazes met, I realized he hadn't taken his eyes off of me the entire time. He smiled, pulling me against him. "I've seen worse." he whispered, as he curled his index finger under my chin, bringing my lips to his in a tender kiss.
We had already been together for the better part of a year, and I could stand the anticipation no longer. I knew in my heart that I had waited for the right person, and here he was.. In the flesh.. and for good.
I withdrew from him, and sat down on the bed. I began to undress, our eyes locked. "Do.. do you want my panties.. on?" I asked meekly, my cheeks burning. Without acknowledging my question he slid onto the bed next to me.
"We don't have to do this now, you know." he said, his index finger tracing the visible shape of my maidenhood. I bit my lip, shivering as I felt a wave of dizzying heat fill my belly. "Please.." was all I could muster before he was upon me.
I relaxed beneath him, my arms winding around his neck. I felt his hands gently take hold of my panties, sliding them down my thighs. I parted my thighs, kicking my undergarments away absentmindedly.
He gently took hold of my legs, wrapping them around his waist before he eased the tip of his shaft inside my soaked entrance. He gasped, biting his lip as his gaze once more met mine. I knew he was anticipating me to express discomfort, but I had managed to puncture my own hymen through repetitive and rigorous masturbation. I smiled reassuringly, lifting my hips to meet his.
I felt his arms wind around me, holding me against him as he slowly began to rock his hips. I gasped, nuzzling into his neck to muffle myself. I heard him softly chuckle, his pace quickening. It was an entirely different sensation than I was accustomed to, the delightful warmth and pressure of his form against mine, the unfamiliar and delicious feeling of being entered by a device of flesh, organic and alien.
All I could see was him. All I could feel was him. His scent. His heat. His breath. His weight. His voice. I was full of him. For the first time. The mere implications of it.. the man I chose, joined with me in the most intimate of ways, in the bedroom I grew up in.
I couldn't contain myself as my hips began to move of their own accord, heeding a rhythm I only knew by instinct. I rocked against him, my legs clasping tighter around him, coaxing him to the deepest reaches of me.
I bit into his shoulder, stifling my sounds of pleasure as our bodies met, over and over again. I could feel his muscles begin to twitch, his body tensing. "I'm.. I'm going to cum, baby..." he gasped, his hips slamming against mine with near concussive force.
I wanted him to fill me. To truly mark me as his own.
I clasped him even tighter, clenching my muscles around him. I rocked against him, coaxing out his seed. He gazed down at me, wide-eyed. "Are you sure..?" he asked cautiously, his voice wavering with the approach of his climax. "It's you... of course I'm sure." I replied, arching my back as I felt his nectar pour into me, coating my innermost walls.
He collapsed against me, never having broken our embrace. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, gazing into his eyes as I pressed my lips against his.
"Now... I'm yours forever."
I have to come up with that! This is the reaction I have to well written erotic stories! I turn my nose up at happy endings. You think that life is a bed of roses?! It is a depressing mess of rose thorns! And every story that comes out from this person must point them out. Show them the truth about this world. Let them feel depressed for no sensible reason.
My head was swimming as I led him into my room. "I apologize for the mess.." I whispered shakily. I had attempted to make the place decent for his arrival, but as our gazes met, I realized he hadn't taken his eyes off of me the entire time. He smiled, pulling me against him. "I've seen worse." he whispered, as he curled his index finger under my chin, bringing my lips to his in a tender kiss.
We had already been together for the better part of a year, and I could stand the anticipation no longer. I knew in my heart that I had waited for the right person, and here he was.. In the flesh.. and for good.
I withdrew from him, and sat down on the bed. I began to undress, our eyes locked. "Do.. do you want my panties.. on?" I asked meekly, my cheeks burning. Without acknowledging my question he slid onto the bed next to me.
"We don't have to do this now, you know." he said, his index finger tracing the visible shape of my maidenhood. I bit my lip, shivering as I felt a wave of dizzying heat fill my belly. "Please.." was all I could muster before he was upon me.
I relaxed beneath him, my arms winding around his neck. I felt his hands gently take hold of my panties, sliding them down my thighs. I parted my thighs, kicking my undergarments away absentmindedly.
He gently took hold of my legs, wrapping them around his waist before he eased the tip of his shaft inside my soaked entrance. He gasped, biting his lip as his gaze once more met mine. I knew he was anticipating me to express discomfort, but I had managed to puncture my own hymen through repetitive and rigorous masturbation. I smiled reassuringly, lifting my hips to meet his.
I felt his arms wind around me, holding me against him as he slowly began to rock his hips. I gasped, nuzzling into his neck to muffle myself. I heard him softly chuckle, his pace quickening. It was an entirely different sensation than I was accustomed to, the delightful warmth and pressure of his form against mine, the unfamiliar and delicious feeling of being entered by a device of flesh, organic and alien.
All I could see was him. All I could feel was him. His scent. His heat. His breath. His weight. His voice. I was full of him. For the first time. The mere implications of it.. the man I chose, joined with me in the most intimate of ways, in the bedroom I grew up in.
I couldn't contain myself as my hips began to move of their own accord, heeding a rhythm I only knew by instinct. I rocked against him, my legs clasping tighter around him, coaxing him to the deepest reaches of me.
I bit into his shoulder, stifling my sounds of pleasure as our bodies met, over and over again. I could feel his muscles begin to twitch, his body tensing. "I'm.. I'm going to cum, baby..." he gasped, his hips slamming against mine with near concussive force.
I wanted him to fill me. To truly mark me as his own.
I clasped him even tighter, clenching my muscles around him. I rocked against him, coaxing out his seed. He gazed down at me, wide-eyed. "Are you sure..?" he asked cautiously, his voice wavering with the approach of his climax. "It's you... of course I'm sure." I replied, arching my back as I felt his nectar pour into me, coating my innermost walls.
He collapsed against me, never having broken our embrace. I gently ran my fingers through his hair, gazing into his eyes as I pressed my lips against his.
"Now... I'm yours forever."
I have to come up with that! This is the reaction I have to well written erotic stories! I turn my nose up at happy endings. You think that life is a bed of roses?! It is a depressing mess of rose thorns! And every story that comes out from this person must point them out. Show them the truth about this world. Let them feel depressed for no sensible reason.