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Rating:
Adult ++
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91
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11,160
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20
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1
Currently Reading:
1
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213 - Write Where it Hurts (2)
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213: Write Where it Hurts (2)
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
She dropped into her chair and looked over the story that she had just let her mother read. She frowned, seeing the name of the man she had created for herself. Why would she do that? Why would she write in a fictitious man? Wasn't she supposed to use people she knew? Was this just her cynicism acting up again and she believed that her crush on Trent was just a stupid crush.
"Well, if I can't even write what I want, then I am too dam cynical," she said to herself and started writing.
888 Daria's story begins888
Two women in their early thirties sat at a kitchen table.
"How should we pass the time now? The kids are asleep so we could drink ourselves silly until..." Jane began.
Daria interrupted, "remember? Hollow leg."
"You and your hollow leg," Jane joked. "When are they supposed to get here anyway?" she asked with a little hint of impatient horniness in her voice.
"Another hour, remember, they probably had to sign a bunch of autographs from a bunch of rabid fans," Daria answered and pulled out a deck of cards.
"Don't you start playing solitaire to ignore me, Lane," Jane quipped.
Daria lightly scowled at her married name, "well, if you didn't want me to..."
"Hey, as many times as you used my last name to inform me of your annoyance I thought that turn about was fair play."
"Blackjack then?"
"Deal," Jane said.
"Are we going to have to sleep in the basement while you and Jessie go at it like wild animals?"
"Nah, we'll go at it like wild animals down in the basement. You and my dear brother can be like rabbits in your room," Jane said with a smirk.
"Why do you like talking about your brother and sister-in-law's sex life?" Daria asked.
"Hit me. I guess I'm just a pervert," Jane smirked.
"A pervert that doesn't realize that she's got 12 showing."
"Stand," Jane replied.
"Hmmmm," Daria said and smirked, hitting 21.
"Gotcha, 21..." Jane cackled.
"Damn," Daria swore. They heard a vehicle pull up and the two walked over to the front door to great their husbands...
888 end of Daria's story... 888
Daria smiled and continued writing. She would turn this in instead of the one her mother cried over.
888
"Well, did you get something written?" Jane asked as the two made their way to school.
"Yeah, but when I showed it to my mother she cried over it. I then decided to write something else that hopefully won't make Mr. O'Neil cry."
"Was that the only reason you wrote something else?"
"No, but you'll never find out."
"Oh c'mon, let me read the other story then, or at least, the one that made your mother cry,."
"No, but I'll let you read the one where you run away with Kevin..."
What!?"
888
I wrote Daria's story in third person, but she wrote it in first person. I'm not that good at first person stories nor do I like reading them...don't know why though, lol!
213: Write Where it Hurts (2)
by SSJ04 Mewtwo
888
She dropped into her chair and looked over the story that she had just let her mother read. She frowned, seeing the name of the man she had created for herself. Why would she do that? Why would she write in a fictitious man? Wasn't she supposed to use people she knew? Was this just her cynicism acting up again and she believed that her crush on Trent was just a stupid crush.
"Well, if I can't even write what I want, then I am too dam cynical," she said to herself and started writing.
888 Daria's story begins888
Two women in their early thirties sat at a kitchen table.
"How should we pass the time now? The kids are asleep so we could drink ourselves silly until..." Jane began.
Daria interrupted, "remember? Hollow leg."
"You and your hollow leg," Jane joked. "When are they supposed to get here anyway?" she asked with a little hint of impatient horniness in her voice.
"Another hour, remember, they probably had to sign a bunch of autographs from a bunch of rabid fans," Daria answered and pulled out a deck of cards.
"Don't you start playing solitaire to ignore me, Lane," Jane quipped.
Daria lightly scowled at her married name, "well, if you didn't want me to..."
"Hey, as many times as you used my last name to inform me of your annoyance I thought that turn about was fair play."
"Blackjack then?"
"Deal," Jane said.
"Are we going to have to sleep in the basement while you and Jessie go at it like wild animals?"
"Nah, we'll go at it like wild animals down in the basement. You and my dear brother can be like rabbits in your room," Jane said with a smirk.
"Why do you like talking about your brother and sister-in-law's sex life?" Daria asked.
"Hit me. I guess I'm just a pervert," Jane smirked.
"A pervert that doesn't realize that she's got 12 showing."
"Stand," Jane replied.
"Hmmmm," Daria said and smirked, hitting 21.
"Gotcha, 21..." Jane cackled.
"Damn," Daria swore. They heard a vehicle pull up and the two walked over to the front door to great their husbands...
888 end of Daria's story... 888
Daria smiled and continued writing. She would turn this in instead of the one her mother cried over.
888
"Well, did you get something written?" Jane asked as the two made their way to school.
"Yeah, but when I showed it to my mother she cried over it. I then decided to write something else that hopefully won't make Mr. O'Neil cry."
"Was that the only reason you wrote something else?"
"No, but you'll never find out."
"Oh c'mon, let me read the other story then, or at least, the one that made your mother cry,."
"No, but I'll let you read the one where you run away with Kevin..."
What!?"
888
I wrote Daria's story in third person, but she wrote it in first person. I'm not that good at first person stories nor do I like reading them...don't know why though, lol!