Whilst bored and in the Christmas spirit of trolling another forum I decided to target a rather dull slapper who kept on insisting she inform the world every time she got rattled by some drunken spacker. I decided clearly the best option was to write a short story in the form of a diary entry of hers, I submit it to you gentlemen for some fine critique and to see if I could make a career out of this sort of erotic writing.
"Dear diary, tonight I got my back doors kicked in by somebody who I found stood at a bus stop licking the windows, he was wearing a superman outfit and had a bit of chin dribble going on. I took him to the public toilets where he proceeded to get his cock out and starting playing with it whilst laughing to himself and sniffing his fingers. I dragged him into the cubicle where I bent over the toilet, somebody had not flushed and the bowl was pebble dashed to fuck, I was so turned on. My new lover, who for some reason had a bicycle helmet on started to slap his cock against the side of the toilet wall whilst giggling to himself and drooled on my back a little bit. I managed to guide him into my what used to be tight arse, these days it's like throwing a sausage down a hallway, a true wizards sleeve. A clowns pocket if you might. On every thrust I felt the cool drip of chin dribble and he screamed "Mlaar! Mlaaar Mlaaar!" Just before he came he pulled it out of me and spunked down the back of my leg and ran out of the toilets crying."