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Fiction / The Devil's Daughters

« on: September 21, 2019, 08:55:45 AM »

Hello, my name is Lawrence Moore, and before I ended up here, where I'm now ...

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-- PART 1 : INTRODUCTION
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...  I was a 34 years old employee at a financial service provider.

I had my own office, the payment was good, and everything in my life seemed to be going well - except for the fact that I had not yet managed to find a spouse, nor even a candidate for a spouse.

It was, what seemed like , a regular day at work , when I was sitting at my desk, and the door to my office opened.

The person who entered my room was Julia Ferran, a stunningly beautiful woman.

She was 34 years old, too, and with a shy expression on her face, she greeted me: "Hi, Mr. Moore ! Starting  today, I'm gonna be your new secretary !"

Because she had once been my fellow classmate in high school, some 16 or so years ago, I welcomed her like a good old friend : "Oh hi, Julia ! Long time no see ! How the heck did you manage to end up here !?"

"Well, Lawrence, maybe you remember I got pregnant when I was only 18 ..."

"Oh yeah, I remember, you and Richard had been in such a hurry to become young parents , that you got your twins shortly after graduation."

"Yeah, and well, since I was busy enough with caring for my little ones , I had to postpone my further education ..." Julia stopped talking and looked down at the ground, silently, and maybe also bashfully.

After a few moments of silence, I said: "Hmm, don't worry, Julia, for this job here it won't matter whether you got back on track and completed your education, or not."

Julia cheered up: "Really, Lawrence ? Did you just say it won't bother you if my skills are limited to only those of a housewife ... ?"

I got up from my chair, and with a gesture I invited Julia: "Well, Julia. Maybe you still remember me from high school, and what kind of a person I am. I do not even WANT to be your superior here, in this office ..."

Julia hesitated: "But being your subordinate and your secretary was the role that was given to me by your higher-ups, Lawrence !? You know , the guys who gave me this job in the first place ?"

I just kept on pointing at my arm chair: "Come on over here, Julia, and let's swap our roles. I'd love you to be my boss from now on . You know how subm ..."

Julia interrupted me: "Yeah, I remember how submissive you were already back then,  16 years ago - from our little 'adventures' we had - before I met Richard and became engaged with HIM ..."

I sighed: "I know it happened many years ago, but until now I've kept on wondering why the heck you chose a thug like Richard over me ..."

"Well, ..." Julia hesitated to answer .

I took the chance to ask: "Are the two of you still together, or-"

"No !" Julia replied.  "Richard and I broke up 7 years ago; he'd found a younger flame to whom he felt more attracted than to me.
And that's why I was left behind alone , with the two kids, and I  was responsible for nurturing them and bringing them up on my own."

I sighed: "Oh, sorry, I had no idea. I suppose you must've had such a hard time ..."

Julia nodded: "Yeah, and finding jobs wasn't easy , either. It happened frequently that I lost my jobs after only a few months."

I wondered: "Why was that so ?"

Julia sighed: "I wasn't flexible enough to work overtime, because , after all , I was also a single parent who needed to care and cook for Lucy and Nadine."

I wallowed in memories: " Oh yes , Lucy and Nadine ! They are your twin daughters , right ? I saw them just once, when they were only babies -
yeah, that must've been 16 years ago. Oh , and they were so CUTE ..."

Julia smiled, walked up to my arm chair , and sat down - like a boss !

"Well then, Lawrence, remember it was you who suggested this role swap.  Since I know nothing about your job here, maybe you wanna tell me what sort of a task I'm supposed to delegate to you - my 'subordinate' Lawrence ?"

I bowed down before Julia like a page at court: "Your majesty Julia ! From now on, let me assure you that I'll gladly fulfill your every wish !"

The last time Julia had seen me bowing before her like that, had been 16 years ago , when both of us had been classmates at that same high school.

This had the effect, that Julia suddenly got overwhelmed by her emotions, tears began to form in her eyes ,
because many positive memories of those exciting 'games' she and I had played back then flooded back into her mind.

Almost weeping, she got up from the chair, she stretched out her arm and put her hand on my shoulder  :
"Oh my, Lawrence ? Do you have any idea how much I'd love to replay some of those crazy 'tie-up games' we had played  ?"

"Hmm, Julia, just in case you were referring to one of 'those kinky' tie-up games we had come up with , ..." I nodded, and I looked into her eyes .

Both Julia and I kept on staring at each other silently , with flirting expressions on our faces, and we wondered whether we were just thinking about the same thing ..."

Eventually, our mutual silence was broken by the ringtone of Julia's cellphone.

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General Discussion / Answer, how you would REALLY react, if ...

« on: May 05, 2019, 01:51:22 PM »

Yeah, having twisted fantasies is the one thing.

But in reality, imagine you ran into your best girlfriend and unexpectedly she reveals
her secret dream to you : That she'd always been dreaming of baking you inside her big oven & eating you for real.

Would you consider yourself to be at a realistic risk of agreeing and surrendering to her wish - without hesitation  ?

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Fiction / Roast Man

« on: May 04, 2019, 12:30:45 PM »

Roast Man ( Part I )

"So, Lawrence, I've heard you're good at guessing words, and at playing 'hangman' ? ", Vessy welcomed Jennifer and Lawrence at the doorstep of her house.

"Well, I'm not sure ... but maybe, if you say so ... " Lawrence answered timidly.
It was the first time his younger sister had successfully persuaded him to
come with her and visit her newest best friend Vessy at her house.

"Jennifer told me about it." Vessy enlightened him, as her visitors entered her antechamber.

Jennifer and Lawrence took off their shoes and changed into guest slippers.

Then Vessy pointed at the third door on the right side of her hallway: "Please, Lawrence, Jennifer, my living room is over there."

When Lawrence and Jennifer entered through that door Vessy had told them, Lawrence looked around and wondered: "Hmm, Vessy, are you sure that this here
is really your living room ? Because to me this room here looks like a very bizarre .... kitchen !?"

"Yeah, Lawrence, you're right, this here is indeed Vessy's kitchen !" Jennifer confirmed; then she pointed at a door on the other side of the room: "We've gotta
pass through Vessy's kitchen, and enter Vessy's living room through that door over there !"

Meanwhile, Vessy had entered her kitchen, too, and she smiled at Lawrence: "Hmm, Lawrence, feel free to look around in my kitchen ! If there's anything that
makes you wonder ..."

"Yeah, Vessy, there is indeed something strange over there !" Lawrence interrupted her and pointed at a massively oversized casserole, which he had noticed
on one of the sideboards of Vessy's bizarre kitchen.

Vessy got a more serious expression all of a sudden: "Oh no ! I forgot to stow away my big baking dish, which I use to cook my big meals !"

"Big ?" Lawrence giggled. "Big !? That's still an understatement, right, Vessy ? I mean, your so-called 'baking dish' over there is easily two meters long,
and one meter wide !? What on earth were you possibly hoping to cook inside it ?"

Vessy got more cheerful again, and laughed: "Ha ha ha, Lawrence, don't you worry !  Although I'd really love to , I'm not gonna use my big casserole to cook YOU !"

Jennifer cut in with laughter, too, and she pointed at Vessy's oven:  "Ha ha, of course you couldn't possibly cook my bro with it. Lawrence, look at Vessy's oven,
over there !"

Lawrence nodded: "Yeah, Jennifer, of course ! Now that I see it, it seems like Vessy's oven is just as tiny and as normal-sized, as any other regular
oven in most other 'normal' households. So therefore I suppose that even IF Vessy somehow ever managed to prepare me for cooking in that
gigantic casserole, I still wouldn't fit into her tiny oven !"

Jennifer had walked up to that door which connected the kitchen with Vessy's living room, and waved Lawrence and Vessy, to follow her: "Now, are we gonna play
'Hangman' with Lawrence, or no, Vessy ?"

Vessy answered: "Hmm, Jennifer, of course I'd love to play a game similar to 'Hangman' with Lawrence, but well, how can I put it in words ..."

Lawrence, who had just spotted yet another bizarre object in Vessy's kitchen - exactly, on the ceiling, interrupted her: "Vessy ?? Why on earth is there such
a huge canvas mounted on the ceiling of your kitchen ? Don't tell me you enjoy watching movies on that canvas, while you're lying on your back, with your face
turned up !? "

Vessy grabbed Lawrence' forearm: "It's a good thing you ask, Lawrence, because actually that canvas up there ... you see, I had planned to use it for my very
own variation of the 'Hangman' game, which I'd love to play with YOU !"

"Your own version of 'Hangman' ?" Lawrence wondered, and he walked up to Vessy's sideboard, whereon her gigantic casserole was placed. "In what other way
did you hope to play 'Hangman' with me, Vessy ?"

"Hmm, Lawrence, my own version of 'Hangman'," Vessy hesistated, and she followed Lawrence, such that now both were standing right beside her casserole.
"Well, my own variation of the 'Hangman' game is actually called 'ROAST MAN' ... !"

"R-R-R-ROAST MAN ?" Lawrence began to stammer, and he wondered why that strange canvas on the ceiling was placed almost perfectly parallel
two meters above Vessy's oversized casserole.

"Yeah, Lawrence, I'd love to play 'ROAST MAN' with YOU ! " Vessy touched Lawrence shoulder, as he was speechless. "Don't worry, Lawrence, 'Roast Man' is only a
quiz-like game which I invented, and it is very similar to 'Hangman' . All you have to do in order to avoid losing, is to guess the correct letters, which make
up that 'unknown word' which I'm gonna ask you !"

"Ok, Vessy, I got it." Lawrence nodded. "When Jennifer and I played 'Hangman', we used a piece of paper. We drew gallows, and then
a hanged stickman, in order to represent that unlucky guesser who had failed to guess all the correct characters of the 'unknown word'.
So as for your 'Roast Man' game, am I right to assume that you're gonna draw a stickman on a piece of paper, which represents the loser inside of
a big baking dish ... ?"

"No, Lawrence ! I came up with a much more exciting idea !" Vessy smiled at him. "You see, I thought that merely drawing a stickman one a piece of paper,
which represents YOU, as you lose, would've been way too boring and unsatisfying ! That's why I wanna play this good old quiz game
in a much more realistic and physical way ..."

Now also Jennifer walked up to where Lawrence and Vessy were standing, and she shook her head: "No, Vessy !?
Don't tell me ..."

"Yeah, Jennifer !" Vessy nodded. "If we seriously wanna 'play' 'Roast Man' with Lawrence, he needs to get undressed first, then climb
into my casserole for big meals, and lie on his back, with his face turned up !"

Listening to how Vessy was seriously hoping to get a chance of playing 'Roast man' with him, caused Lawrence to feel slightly startled,
so he cut in:  "Yeah, Vessy, ha, ha, good joke !? Are you serious ? So you expect me to undress and climb into your monstrous baking dish here voluntarily ..."

"Of course you mustn't climb into my casserole right away, Lawrence !" Vessy looked at him with an excited expression. "First off, you've gotta take a
thorough shower , so you're gonna be perfectly clean - before we can even begin to dream of preparing you for ..."

"WHAT THE -" Lawrence couldn't stop himself from shouting unbelievingly. "Preparing me for WHAT, Vessy !?"

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Photoshop / Usagi Tsukino & Mamoru Chiba

« on: November 26, 2018, 03:29:44 PM »

who else would've loved to be Mamo-Chan in a scenario like this :

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Fiction / How Lawrence ended up being cooked and eaten

« on: November 24, 2018, 09:01:35 PM »

Part I:

A few months ago, a beautiful girl moved into that old house at the end of the alley.
Since she happened to attend the same college course as Lawrence' younger sister Jennifer,
it hadn't taken too long for her and Jennifer to become best friends.
Lawrence' hadn't come to know much about her, other than seeing and greeting her every now and then at the local supermarket.

Now the day had finally come when Jennifer had persuaded her older brother to come with her, because she wanted to introduce him
to that girl.
"Vessy, right ? That's her name ? I remember you called her 'Vessy', whenever you were talking to her on your phone." Lawrence asked
Jennifer, as they were about to approach Vessy's garden gate.
"Yeah, Lawrence, her name is Vessy." Jennifer answered. "Let's hurry on, the gate to her mansion is over there !"
Once they had arrived at Vessy's garden gate, they saw a newspaper box with a nameplate.
"Vescenda Pueris ?!" Lawrence read the name aloud. "What a wonderful name ! So that's her full name, right, Jennifer ?"
"Yeah, Lawrence. 'Vescenda Pueris' is Vessy's full name." Jennifer nooded. "But she prefers it if we just call her 'Vessy', ok, Lawrence ?"
"Will do, Jennifer !"

"Hi, Jennifer !" They heard Vessy's voice through the intercom. "I've left the garden gate open, so you can just come in, k ?"
Jennifer opened the garden gate, then walked up to the frontdoor of Vessy's house, and Lawrence followed her.
Vessy opened the door from the inside, and welcomed her visitors with an smile:
"Oh hi ! Jennifer !
Is this your brother !? Lawrence ?!"
"Yeah, this time he finally agreed to come with me." Jennifer nodded.
Vessy answered: "Both of you: Come in ! Here you can take off your outdoor shoes, and use those guest slippers.
Right when you rang the doorbell, I was vacuuming my living room."

Jennifer and Lawrence began to take off their shoes, and Vessy pointed at the third door to the right of the corridor:
"I'm gonna go ahead to the living room and prepare some soft drinks, ok ?"
Lawrence, who was generally a little bit timid in the presence of overwhelmingly pretty girls like Vessy, just nodded: "Oh, thank you ..."

A minute later, Jennifer and Lawrence entered Vessy's living room.
There was a couch with a coffee table in front of it.
"Oh please, Jennifer, Lawrence, take your seats." They heard Vessy's voice, which was coming from a room nearby.

A few moments later, after Lawrence and Jennifer had sat down on Vessy's couch, Vessy came into the room.
She was carrying two transparent tumblers in her hands, and they were filled with some unknown sort of juice.

"Here, Jennifer, this is yours." Vessy held one of the tumblers out to Jennifer. "It's elderberry juice."
"Oh thank you so much, Vessy ! You know I absolutely love elderberry juice !" Jennifer took the glass.

Since Lawrence was sitting near the other end of the couch, too far away for Vessy to give him his glass of elderberry juice, too,
Vessy turned and decided to walk around her coffee table. "Just you wait and remain seated, Lawrence ! I'm gonna give you your juice, too !"

However, right before Vessy had completed her walk around the coffee table ...
... she stumbled over the cable of her vacuum cleaner.
She stumbled forward, and therefore all of that elderberry juice she had planned on bringing to Lawrence got spilled all over him instead !

"Oh no ! What a mishap !!" Vessy looked at Lawrence, whom she had just 'baptized' with elderberry juice, and she had a terrified look in her eyes.
Then she said: "Oh Lawrence ! I didn't mean to- How can I ever make up for ..."

"Nevermind, Vessy !" Lawrence stood up, and he smiled at her - in order to signal that he wasn't gonna blame her. "Don't worry !
I'm all fine, really ! I'm only a little bit wet now."

"But just look at what I've done to you !" Vessy was close to weeping. "Really, all of this is so embarassing to me. Now the juice is gonna stick
on you and you're gonna smell like elderberries for the rest of the afternoon !"

"Don't you worry, Vessy." Lawrence affirmed again that he had already forgiven Vessy's mishap. "However, if I could take a shower and wash ..."

"Of course you can use my shower and wash off the elderberry juice from your body !" Vessy interrupted Lawrence. "So let me tell you how you're
gonna find my shower room !
First, you've gotta leave this living room here.
Then, in the hallway, you've gotta turn right and then take the second door to the left of the corridor ..."

Since Vessy had suddenly stopped her explanation, Lawrence walked up to the door of the living room, which led to the hallway. "Ok, Vessy,
so the second room to the left is gonna be the shower room ?"

"No, Lawrence. Actually, that's how you're gonna end up in my kitchen. But it's still ok if you enter through that second door on the left side,
because in order to arrive in the shower room you've gotta pass through my kitchen !"

"Ok, now I understand. So ok, Vessy, Jennifer ?" Lawrence said, as he was leaving the living room, "I'm on my way to Vessy's shower room now, ok ?"

Vessy and Jennifer stayed behind, in the living room, and they began their amicable chat.