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  • Jules
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  • Jules
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    Knowing that Mitzi wouldn't return, the Bum continued on to the bar. As he walked up to the entrance of the bar, the bouncer, who looked like a mountain, stood at the door as if refusing the bum entrance.

    "You can't come in here, ya old bum! Take a hike!"
    The bouncer announced to Harry.

    "Hey, I'm a vet!" Harry barked back.

    Just then Mitzi appeared once again and took Harry by the arm.

    "Come with me, I've got something to show you."
    She said as she led him away...

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  • Mental Ammo
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    Knowing that Mitzi wouldn't return, the Bum continued on to the bar. As he walked up to the entrance of the bar, the bouncer...........

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  • Jules
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    You guys ( and gals ) are truly, truly sick!!!!!! [Wink] [Eek!]

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  • InSane1
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    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"

    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

    "My Gosh, you poor man! Are you o.k?", Mitzi asked. The man reached for the jug of honey like it was the last container of water left in the desert. Harry couldn't see too well and accidentaly reached for the wrong jug. Mitzi then...

    quickly grabbed the wrong jug from his shaking hands and shoved the jug of honey into them.
    "Here, you poor dear, this will give you the strength to..." He leaped up, caught Mitzi around the waist, and spun her around, "...the strength to dance to dawn!" he yelled.

    Mitzi was stunned by his swift move and her reflexes got the better of her. She slapped Harry hard across the face. What happened next would change Mitzi's life forever...
    ... it was then that she realized that the bum that she had slapped had the same feel that she had often administered to men at her previous line of work as a Man-Tamer-Sex Mistress! The feelings that stirred in her made her miss her work at Mistress Miszi's Castle of Pain. ......What was it that made her feel the longing to spend time and give men that special attention that, they needed to feel fullfilled?Was it the fact that men needed to be spoiled-treated like a baby-and corrected -unlike Mom had not done unto them during their formative days?...

    Mitzi gazed at the sap of a man and excused herself to make a phone call, and walked away saying "Pardon me, I have to see a man about a dog".

    [ 10-19-2002, 11:35 PM: Message edited by: InSane1 ]

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  • Rumbler
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    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"

    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

    "My Gosh, you poor man! Are you o.k?", Mitzi asked. The man reached for the jug of honey like it was the last container of water left in the desert. Harry couldn't see too well and accidentaly reached for the wrong jug. Mitzi then...

    quickly grabbed the wrong jug from his shaking hands and shoved the jug of honey into them.
    "Here, you poor dear, this will give you the strength to..." He leaped up, caught Mitzi around the waist, and spun her around, "...the strength to dance to dawn!" he yelled.

    Mitzi was stunned by his swift move and her reflexes got the better of her. She slapped Harry hard across the face. What happened next would change Mitzi's life forever...
    ... it was then that she realized that the bum that she had slapped had the same feel that she had often administered to men at her previous line of work as a Man-Tamer-Sex Mistress! The feelings that stirred in her made her miss her work at Mistress Miszi's Castle of Pain. ......What was it that made her feel the longing to spend time and give men that special attention that, they needed to feel fullfilled?Was it the fact that men needed to be spoiled-treated like a baby-and corrected -unlike Mom had not done unto them during their formative days?...

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  • Rumbler
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    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"

    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

    "My Gosh, you poor man! Are you o.k?", Mitzi asked. The man reached for the jug of honey like it was the last container of water left in the desert. Harry couldn't see too well and accidentaly reached for the wrong jug. Mitzi then...

    quickly grabbed the wrong jug from his shaking hands and shoved the jug of honey into them.
    "Here, you poor dear, this will give you the strength to..." He leaped up, caught Mitzi around the waist, and spun her around, "...the strength to dance to dawn!" he yelled.

    Mitzi was stunned by his swift move and her reflexes got the better of her. She slapped Harry hard across the face. What happened next would change Mitzi's life forever...
    ... it was then that she realized that the bum that she had slapped had the same feel that she had often administered to men at her previous line of work as a Man-Tamer-Sex Mistress! The feelings that stirred in her made her miss her work at Mistress Miszi's Castle of Pain!

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  • Jules
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    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"

    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

    "My Gosh, you poor man! Are you o.k?", Mitzi asked. The man reached for the jug of honey like it was the last container of water left in the desert. Harry couldn't see too well and accidentaly reached for the wrong jug. Mitzi then...

    quickly grabbed the wrong jug from his shaking hands and shoved the jug of honey into them.
    "Here, you poor dear, this will give you the strength to..." He leaped up, caught Mitzi around the waist, and spun her around, "...the strength to dance to dawn!" he yelled.

    Mitzi was stunned by his swift move and her reflexes got the better of her. She slapped Harry hard across the face. What happened next would change Mitzi's life forever...

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  • CinaC
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    quote:
    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"

    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

    "My Gosh, you poor man! Are you o.k?", Mitzi asked. The man reached for the jug of honey like it was the last container of water left in the desert. Harry couldn't see too well and accidentaly reached for the wrong jug. Mitzi then...

    quickly grabbed the wrong jug from his shaking hands and shoved the jug of honey into them.
    "Here, you poor dear, this will give you the strength to..."

    He leaped up, caught Mitzi around the waist, and spun her around, "...the strength to dance to dawn!" he yelled.

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  • Jules
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    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"

    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

    "My Gosh, you poor man! Are you o.k?", Mitzi asked. The man reached for the jug of honey like it was the last container of water left in the desert. Harry couldn't see too well and accidentaly reached for the wrong jug. Mitzi then...

    quickly grabbed the wrong jug from his shaking hands and shoved the jug of honey into them.
    "Here, you poor dear, this will give you the strength to..."

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  • Tprspouse
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    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"

    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

    "My Gosh, you poor man! Are you o.k?", Mitzi asked. The man reached for the jug of honey like it was the last container of water left in the desert. Harry couldn't see too well and accidentaly reached for the wrong jug. Mitzi then...

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  • Lictalon
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    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening he approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare.

    Mitzi replied, "I'm afraid I don't have any money." Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added "But I do have a large jug of honey!"


    The old veteran's face reddened with rage, and then pain, as a spasm of pain lanced through his chest.

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  • shooter1201
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    ....'I'm afraid I don't have any money.' Eyeing the tall stanger more closely, she added 'But I do have a large jug of honey!'

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  • Mental Ammo
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    He approached a beautiful young lady named Mitzi, and asked her for some spare change for bus fare. Mitzi replied.........

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  • MK219
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    Originally posted by shooter1201:
    One rainy evening in downtown Boston, there lived a bum named Harry. Unlike many of the street people commonly seen wearing worn and tattered USGI clothing, he was an actual veteran.

    Earlier that evening....

    He was looking for a guy he once served with. Someone told him he could find Sgt. Franks in a tavern by the docks.

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