Writers only

Writers only

Write a passage describing this girl or even some erotic fiction

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She needs to brush her hair.

Her hair is perfect, user.

I'm writer

Not if you cannot run your fingers through it because of all the knots faggot

she showed me a nipple and I came in my boxer briefs also my name is op the end

that'll be 20 money op

"he posted a picture of this 7 out of 10 chick on an ecchi masturbation website in hopes of finding something that he could claim as his own in order to present to her in what he thought was an amorous action. Among several sarcastic comments he found one that was quote unquote decent. After presenting the writing as his own to her she was thoroughly unrested in a state of constant malaise her only way to satiate her desire for distance from this cretin was to block him on all social media outlets and avoid places where she would normally see him."

She's not a good girl. She's not a bad girl. She's THE girl. Believe that.

she looked at him with a diseased look, her head tilted coyly as the rising stench of her warm flesh assaulted his nostrils. she was coursing with heroin, and the darkness around her eyes only seemed to grow as each second passed. he could see the depthless impatience in her eyes, and he could not help being distracted by the various marks and imperfections throughout her tiny frame. eventually she asked "are we going to get this over with or not, user?" and he stuttered out a response, "s-sure".

We're all writers.

I cut her up, from her pussy to her throat.

>doggy

Wow! Panties yon. Dick rises, in silhouette against sunrise's purple fingers.

what kinda fucking creep are you

Her pale yet impure corpse was found along the streets, and was defiled by a necrophiliac disguised as a commoner.

enticed.. posting more material

with that writing, you will never work in this town, kid

what's her name so i can jerk off

The mole on her shoulder seemed asymmetrical, the concept of cancer eating away at her seemed favorable after staring at her dumpy rack for what seemed like hours, waiting for the sun to angle itself correctly. She had freshly shaved in the bathroom earlier, and he could still recall the flecks of blood and pus still swirling in the sink and toilet while he took a leak. He was worried she may not have understood how to clean herself. The position of her arm made him think of a plucked turkey waving at a passerby, "this isn't going to be an anal scene, is it user?" the airhead queries, "It is if i say it is." he mutters.

lel

Irishka Gurskaya, apparently

>Writers only
you mean
>self-defined writers only

sage

There's an entire thread where some user found all of her pics

nice

imgur.com/a/Bkws8

The pool of semen, a wine-dark sea

Her salami nipples peeked at him through the matching bra and panties that were once white. She had been swimming towards him through the water filtration plant's sewage pond for about 30 minutes while he tried to get the perfect shot. He swore her nipples had grown at least a centimeter in diameter during the shoot. He eventually just told her to dry off and stand there with a moronic expression on her mouthbreathing face. She complied, but not before saying "your so mean, user. just like my cousins!" While he unbuckles his pants with one hand, he wonders if he'll be able to catch Jeopardy! today.

>tfw, no matter how intellectual you think yourself to be, you will never overcome your attraction to shallow bimbos

Why deny your biological imperatives?

You can be "intellectual" and still enjoy your primal desires.

Her nipples are huge, but I like them.
I feel crushingly alone right now, but it is largely due to the weather (aside being lonely in general)

welp, i'm fresh out. hope you enjoyed the various depictions of photoshoot Larry and clambit clit Serena

You don't understand, user. That attraction and its meaty consequences are the most sincere intellectual expression you and I are capable of

Wiinter is over?

Go grab some ass user

we are all writers

It was a dark and watermarky night. the watermark was all there bright and all watermarking up the page. I asked the watermark if he was lying or telling truths but the watermark just smirked and said "its your own watermark to view, you always knew that"

I'm not good looking and I'm a hard person to like to most people. Not autism, I just always talk about the same shit, aka philosophy and literature and for some reason girls aren't into that.

I know you're right, but I can't help feeling morally obliged towards my partner and her relationship spook

Consciously being a self-confident alpha PUA pro is the only right answer to existentialism and intellectual masturbation in general

Why are you talking philosophy to a night club fuck? I'm merely asking to get your self some ass and straigten your self out, not commit to the intellectually interesting pixie girl of your dreams.

Basic human instincts... Getting one's sexual energies satiated. Go get some boy. You literally have nothing to lose.

I want to rape her anally with my whole forearm, or maybe my foot.

She cocked her head to the side. Her lips parted gently as though she wished to speak yet could not find the words. I approached her brazenly and laid her down across the table on which she sat. I pressed my nose between her firm buttocks and inhaled deeply as she let loose a rancid fart.

*BRRRRAAAAPPPP*

I don't need a quick fuck. A quick fuck is like porn, but worse. The realisation that you need kindness and gentle company grows greater and you end up more miserable.

When I saw the picture I knew she was right for me. Her hazel hair, though unkempt and a bit too thin, her mouth, though it would need some pale lipstick, her eyes, even the weird shape of her belly button. Everything was perfect. I thought about having her come over, but they'd probably send somebody to keep track of her. They always do that. I knew from the picture she was some Eastern European mongrel, probably with one of those annoying screeching voices. Not that any of this was meaningfull to me. I just wanted the body.
I knew the agency, I knew how they operated. I had had one from them before. They took care of their girls. They had the best girls, as our president would say. They had the best girl for me so far. I figured out she had a regular appointment. Some weirdo who ordered the same girl every tuesday. Probably sniffed her feet or some shit. The car took 22 to 27 minutes from the guys place to her appartment. The day I waited it was 25. A nice and even number which I interpreted as a good sign.
After I heard her lock the door behind her - she turned the key two times the paranoid bitch - I made my appearance. "Please don't hurt me. Whatever you want I'll give it to you but don't hurt me." Her calm and controlled reaction did not really surprise me. Hookers often had been in similar situations and knew how to deal with it. "Oh I won't hurt you. Don't be afraid." My answer oddly enough made her a bit anxious. "Then what do you want from me?" Her gaze rarely left the gun in my left hand.
"Put this on.", I commanded, hurling over the red bra and panties. She undressed herself without shame and smiled at me - a forced smile I must admit - wearing the red set of underwear.
"Follow me to the bathroom." She did. "Now sit on the dresser." I sat opposite from her. She seemed in a calm state. "Honestly, what is it you want?" She probably expected me to unzip my fly. Typical hooker. "What you are wearing right now" I looked into her eyes, "used to be my wife's." Her expression got soft. I could see a warmness rise in her eyes. "She passed, didn't she?" Her accent almost made me vomit. "Yes." We had an unpleasant pause. "I know what you want honey. You're not the only man who wants his wife back. You could have just booked me though, you know?" She looked at me with her hooker-eyes and grinned her suggestive hooker-grin, trying to seem innocent. They know how to play their part, I have to say. "I don't think you understand." I told her. I could see her questioning expression before I blew her brains out. Fucking whore. Killing my wife never gets old.

A close friend can provide those things. Expecting anything like that from a partner you are committed to can lead to a lifetime of boredom. Your body will haunt you with consecutive boners and physical excitement you won't be able to satisfy every time you have a flirty chat with pics related.

>edge

Relationships are no spook, but a mutual contract on common will. Whenever you feel like that contract is imposing limits on you, it's time to renegotiate the terms.

Those needs are emotional and agape which means anyone who unconditionally likes/loves you can provide it.

Face it, you're human, you need fuck once in a while, even if its a hooker.

Where I used to live, fathers wouldl iterally buy a girl for his son who never leaves the house to get him "hungry" again.

She fixed me with her stare, searching for some sort of reaction. She tilted her head like a confused puppy, and I could see there was nothing beyond her vacant gaze. She filled her lacy underwear with full breasts and a firm buttocks, but the red of her bra and panties said more than she ever could hope to. Her lips began to part to ask if I liked what I saw, but the vacancy between her ears had already set the process of passionless lust. I pressed my lips to hers before anything else could escape. She melted into the kiss. I remained frozen.

From her I derive no inspiration. In this relationship, my penis is the only author.

That's terrible.

What makes someone's eyes,

empty or vacant? As if un-intelligent?

Or are you just biased since she's physically hot and assume that she's not intellectually interesting?

I'm really sorry, user

sounds like Houellebecq mixed with more edge

A cop-out, but an amusing cop-out.

In the wise words of an Asian with a Baliean karimbu

"
She comin' through, she comin' through
She suckin' dick, She suckin' dick.

Sucked my dick so good I'm yellin',
"GODDAMN, you dirty bitch"
You dirty bitch...
"

This was honestly terrific. One of the most fun things I've read on Veeky Forums. Keep writing. Lots of discernible talent.

And blessed be said user, who fights with all his bravery
until no more boner stands

you fucked up with the accurate western sentiment of "she passed" with putting in Eastern mongrel accent.

you fucking moron, learn to write your shit sucks

You cunny lovers know that this is a blue board right?

A lack of focus or sparkle of life and thought. You can tell a lot about people from their eyes and how they look at things.

the mong in question was more than definitely the pepperoni-nipped whore of those pizza-baking bastards; that is, the mafia. in the death of the soviet union came the proud italian-american tradition of organized crime. she, again, was more than definitely purchased by the pizzeria as an extra-small little caesar; and once the sauce began to flow, the sausage was crammed into her underdeveloped doughhole
and on the side her photograph was taken for various private advertisements. men from around the world took up their onion and drooled to the thought of absolutely devouring this pizza; and soon their call was met with online delivery, guaranteed within a half-an-hour or less! on late nights businessmen would order out to taste the pepperoni and add their own sausage to the pizza. lazy single mothers raising obese little piglets also may request that she take her piggy's sardines into her doughhole after finding her many sons' white sauce on her and her daughter's clamshells. soon she was upgraded from a small to a medium, and became popular with couples; and eventually, large--fun for the whole family! but soon she became an extra-large, too large to finish, and was promptly thrown out and given to the mercies of the many homeless of the former soviet union
the homeless were not picky--it was her or moldy potatoes or whatever the hell slavs eat, turnips? at first she hoped her cardboard box would protect her from further advances, but those former communists have done much more horrid things to survive, including the auctioning of their own little caesars. they wanted her grease, her many doughy bubbles and folds and her now larger pepperonis; nightly did they fill her crust with their gooey mozzarella but years of intense sausaging has since left her barren and hollow--all the more volume for the absolute gallons of mozzarella that she was to endure. years of biting and gnawing and pinching and sausaging had left her pepperonis rough and swollen, her once firm, moist dough loose yet tough--overworked. the sauce that once flew from her crust has run dry. she was a late delivery, left ruined from a too-cold environment and no pizza jacket to protect her, her 30 minutes has long since been up; stuck in traffic, waiting to be thrown out the moment her long-awaited destination is reached.

JESUS CHRIST

not bad

Sunset found her squatting in the grass, matriculating.

>matriculating

What do you mean by this?

In what school, if I may ask?

Pootry

nice bby, would matriculate her any day

If I knew more about pizza, Italians/ItaMericans and the past and present Soviet Union I could have done something much better.

It means she's lating some matriculs what the fuck is wrong with you?

like I could do that justice

>disgusting old hag pizzaslut
You could have an elephant shit on her and that would still be too good.

Another precious white womb polluted and wasted by our degenerate society.
And there's something terribly sad and banal about it.

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I saw her first in spring time, pig tails picked above a tangled shock of rat nest hair. Her eyes have not changes since. I knew then my first love, dreadful, desperate, our fates entwined in what seemed romance. In the first moment one is loved by another, usually at or about the age of 13, their comes a Shakespearean madness that defies known and unknown laws and binds two inextricable until inevitable collapse. We were of that species.

Her eyes have not changed since. It was The Blue Dog, I think, where I had my drink, waiting for a friend. There were no other bars in town. We kissed that night for the second time.

Flight in flight we flit through night, the dying streets, the lamp lit lights and kissed, a third time, in the dark. A peck. When she turned in a coat still needed in the chill night air. I pressed her to my body and stole another. She moaned into my mouth. Vibration moved through her. I pressed again, her hips to mine, and rolled us to what passed for enclave, store front doorway. Her lithe spine curved against the glass, I held to it, to her, her hips, her lips, the breathing in the night. My left brushed hair unbrushed, touching soft her cheek. Her eyes struck cobalt in the cold. I held her chin as I dove again, kissing her openly on the mouth. Our tongues played deep and fast, as slow we forgot all but else.

In morning bright, early she rose. Not one word. Only, as I stepped out of her shower, she gave me a look. Breathless memory pierced me, and flowed sensuous through. Her lips formed the seed of a smile, and I knew in that moment she remembered every day of our first love. Midnight by starlight, sprinting through the fields. Sunset by train track stepping to nowhere.

Sight unsight and never again to see, I knew in one moment my Emily. My Emily.

>I did my best in one draft...

The girl in the OP reminds me of the Wessex princess on the "Vikings" tv series.

u dirty memer

She had requested 2000 for the night and that was entirely too much, and that is when things had gotten out of hand.

"Nobody will notice she's gone." Francis said frantically as he pushed his Camry through the desert. Her body bounced and rumbled in the trunk.

When he opened the trunk, the sight of her face, frozen in horror from when he had choked the life out of her, was no less horrifying. But she was still warm, and her body was perfection.

"Well, I'm already a murderer." Francis said, unzipping his pants.

Is it difficult to keep your edge this sharp? Spend a lot of time honing it?

I use a steel for all the edges I need sharpened. Saves a lot of money in cookware

She sat on a wallside table hoping that respect would come through being a whore as all women do. However, the gentleman who took her photo (as all the the men with their Kodak eyes) had his perception of her grow towards pure material with the less she wore. She was as masculine men and feminine women saw her, and most important as she saw herself - a mere whore who's true feminine strength feigned with perverse sexuality.

The whore dressed in red. Many whores who have came before and many whores who will come after share the juxtaposition of wanting respect in the professional world yet lack the true initiative. With little intelligence they lack the understanding of how a female was supposed to be respected without the use of flashing her bare skin...of how making themselves a piece of meat somehow was meat to make them human.

The tragic, pathetic, and disgraceful story of how one oppresses themselves and blames another. The whore would display herself as a tool through her sad little life begging to not be used. A useless thing who would only be used.

I hope this isn't serious

who is this saggy tittied mammacitta?

Whores don't deserve respect. She's a whore or why else would she take that picture?

Whore enabler.

Literally take the sharpest thing you own and try to push it all the way through your skull lol

I'd landed another gig. Some sort of underwear modeling shoot. The ultimate act of self-restraint and selflessness as a photographer. I hadn't done one of them in a few years. The pay was decent for this one, though, so I took it. Nature photography was my specialty. I could always come back from deep in the woods with at least a few stunners. There's something about the natural form of trees and rocks that flows ideas through my head. Squirrels scurrying up bark on tiny claws. Wildflowers fluttering in the wind while bees pollinate and the shimmering green leaves above do their vibrating dance. Butterflies flying into the webs of spiders. This was the only thing I’d ever received any awards or recognition for, but the pay was never that great. I supposed shooting humans near their most natural state was similar enough.

We were set up in a bathroom. A pink towel hung from a hook behind me. She laid herself out on a wood, drawered table opposite it. Her eyes were definitely her best feature – two cute little half-ovals that seemed to cut the tops and bottoms off of her big blue irises. Her eyelashes appeared thick from some cleverly applied black mascara. Her eyebrows looked like they were conceived by someone passing a brown paintbrush over the two most protruding parts of her oval shaped skull above the eyes. Her face looked too small for her skull, like a painting hung on a wall.

A bright flash appeared over this form, which was utterly unfazed by it. She started changing her expressions and poses on that little table. In the viewfinder of my camera, my eye movements were perfectly concealed, so I was free to stare at any place I wanted to. Her breasts hung a little low in that red flowery bra that teased being see-through. They were at least above average size, though I had few real life references – quite well shaped too. I could see little hits of her butt underneath that little gap between her legs. Her bellybutton was demented from her current posture, a little fold of skin squished it down from above. But that was a minor gripe compared to her hips.

They were like nothing I’d seen before on a human. Vile, boxy, boney things. Like the front end of a pincer beetle, yet the pincers were just a little wider and straighter. And they were altogether far too wide. I put down the camera. She stared at me for a second, though that was indeed what she’d been doing the entire time. I put the camera back in the bag. She adjusted her posture a little, and asked me if something was wrong.

she has like 900+ pics of herself half naked, breasts, and ass showing all over the internet.

I know cause i have them on my comp.

So if user wants to write that, its not the worst thing.

Don't you have a cock to drain, whore? It's a shame with all that dick batter you take in your baby oven that you can't bake a cake.

No family, no children, no husband, no respect having slut.

>Having someones pictures and furiously fapping to her and other girls while calling her a whore

Hypocrites.

Dude, blow your fucking brains out.

>Call her and me a whore because you think I'm a girl
>She's a whore becuase she doesn't have a family or children but you are more than happy to jack off to her
>Nothing wrong there

Remember, the sharpest object, directly in your forehead

Go do that to yourself. No one will care, whore.

>while calling her a whore

That's all whores are good for, dumbass. They make themselves objects therefore they get treated like them and they should be.

I never showed my booby to a photographer. It's my right, the conqueror always has rights to plunder.


n-i-c-e dubs.

this girls probably dead by now, she's russian, eastern european/russian women always do photo shoots like these to make a little cash so they can afford school or living costs.

Looks like you can't respond to what I said.

Is she attractive and white? Is that what pisses you off so much? That she decided to become an attention whore while you want a trophy wife to look like her but can't get one?

I responded to exactly what you said, you dumb fuck.


cumbrain and syphilis must really be destroying your thinking ability. Or is it the stress you face everyday knowing you are a worthless piece of meat hanging off of swinging dicks?

No i mean
>Call her a whore becuase she shows her body
>Actively seek out her body and other women's bodies to jack off to.
>Not focused on family or wife when you just to women you hate for being sluts

Who's the whore really?

Neither of you fills the qualifications in total for the word whore.

So what is it about Cumming in your socks that makes you less a disgusting whore for random people than her?

You can't rightfully compare the connoisseur and the provider of the food, these women do a service as they need money or out of spontaneous feelings of freedom and sexuality unbounded. You can call them what you want but a women with value doesn't need to get herself naked for either cash or pleasure she realizes that the body is a valuable asset for anyone, not to be bartered like goldfish for a temporary tangible asset (cash).

Whores are always going to be whores. Masturbation is completely normal. As long as there are females there will be whores. Males in nature naturally drop their seed in many females. It's how it works. It's how nature survives.

Go back to tumblr you fucking idiot.

Masturbation is personal. It's not a thousand dicks going into your body. It's yourself getting yourself off you ridiculous fucking retard.