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If you consider yourself an aspiring writer, describe this female form in your best prose

>> No.18709703

>>18709685
her black top hardly covered her fat tits. her dark hair covered half her face, but that wasn't important, because her tits were out. it was titty season. some of her clothes were see through. that was tittilating. but it was nothing compared to her honker tits. those big beefy milk sacks were heavy as roasts. those bounce bags were utterly divine. I wanted to bite her nipples off as I watched her, sitting like a slut, photographing her massive bazookas.

>> No.18709709

Stop posting this fucking whore already, sick of seeing this bitch

>> No.18709711

>>18709703
There's more to the image than her udders. 5/10

>> No.18709715

>>18709711
is there though?

>> No.18709726

>>18709685
sorry i don't write women

>> No.18709732

>>18709726
When they ask me how I write women so well, I say, "I think of a man. And then I remove the penis and add ginormous tits. I'm talking triple Ds. The kind that make her back ache. The kind that stop men passing her in the subway, so they can drool and shout "Awooga awooga!""

>> No.18709741

>>18709685
I dont consider myself anything, I am a nothing.

>> No.18709751

>>18709685
She knew what she was doing. The attention from men was insatiable. Every like, heart, smiley face, and eggplant icon satisfied her desire for more attention. Men sent pictures of their tiny cocks and ejaculate to her in this particular black dress. Her breasts covered in the cum of men gave her a rush like no other. Some men loved her feet. Her disgusting unwashed smelly feet. They too sent her pictures of their cum to her. She refreshed her social media page one more time; another 200 likes and comments. Embracing her natural state, she went to bed euphoric.

>> No.18709763

>>18709685
booba

>> No.18709764

>>18709685
Garden Sonnets

"The Flower and the Fly"

Her fleshy petals blooming soft and pink
Compel my million-windowed eyes to gape
As hummingbirds enjoy their morning drink
And bumblebees buzz up against her nape.

How open and inviting she appears!
How wantonly she welcomes every tryst!
So long as they approach her free of fears,
Her many suitors know, she won't resist.

If only I were coloured like a bee,
Or charming as the lovely birds that float,
She'd open up her petals, just for me,
And I could gulp her nectar down my throat!

But I'm a fly, on nature's lowest rung,
Condemned to curse her while I feed on dung.

---

"The Hummingbird's Idea"

I hardly understand the fly's complaint.
A hummingbird gets thirsty, so he drinks.
He doesn't need the nectar of a saint,
Nor does he care what any flower thinks.

The point is to float up and wet your beak,
Not drown yourself in fantasies of flings
Until your throat becomes too dry to speak.
A flower wants a bird who boasts, who sings!

Perhaps I'll have a taste of every kind
And make the green-eyed fly observe my course
To show him that the problem's in his mind
And not in some deterministic force.

He claims he's fated to eat horrid food.
If only he would change his attitude!

---

"How Wonderful it Is to Be a Flower"

How wonderful it is to be a flower
Admired by the warm and watchful sun
While taking twenty lovers every hour!
It isn't shameful if you're having fun.

I'm worshipped by the hummingbirds at dawn.
I've kissed a hundred bumblebees by noon.
It used to sting, to see them moving on,
But I got over that by middle June.

The ancient maple likes to groan and sigh.
He envies me and all my pretty friends
And so, at night, he chants a wicked lie:
"How soon the season of your beauty ends!"

He's far too old for any girl's desire.
I hope they chop him into logs for fire.

>> No.18709774

>aspiring
no

she's made out of meat. a human body woven, so science says, out of knotted yarns called protein. just twenty amino acids suffices to make seemingly infinite combinations of human. she would be a nazi was she born in 1920s germany. mother theresa would've been one too had she been born under the same star. for behind the eyes of mother theresa, charles manson, hitler and superman, george bush and edward snowden alike there is a common hintergedanken. that is, a thought way, way, way in the back of your mind. something that you know deep down but can’t admit. that should tell you enough about us tribalists.

>> No.18709782

>>18709685
tiddies

>> No.18709809

Her figure was a kind of veiled buxom, a dainty and gracile thing tied together by lingerie into a sensuous knot. It's elegance was in its sufficiency, the little hints of flesh and contour which her black dress accentuated, forming lines like a painter on a canvas, a body contradistinctive to the grotesquely gigantic and obvious.

>> No.18709833

>>18709685

The trappings of art plea for appreciation. Top notch tits and dick sucking lips framed in vintage and lace. Don't use this picture, appreciate it. Caress your hard on to impeccable skin the color of nature, don't grab and shove to the styled messy brunette bob. She does not want to be the girl who accepts lust when she wants you to pump off with love.

>> No.18709854

>>18709685
I know this a female but for some reason I still think it's a "female"

>> No.18709856

>>18709685
She didn't have a perfect body, but she had enough that was good to make you forget the rest when she wanted. Her dress showed more than it covered, and she moved like she was daring you to rip it off from the straps. This was a dame who you could tell was a mistake by looking at her. The kind of mistake I wouldn't mind making.

>> No.18709870

>>18709685
She had yet to find a method, any method available to modern science would probably fail her, that could satiate her lust. To find he laying about was more common than finding her doing something. All things meant little to her, the sole object of her desire was the shine of a man's eye. Her lust has taken her to a number of locations, but today she lays alone.

>> No.18709874

>>18709715
Must be a footfag

>> No.18709877

GET THIS JEZEBEL OUT OF HERE

>> No.18709902

>>18709685
Graceful as a rolling wave and dangerous as a tidal wave

>> No.18709910

>>18709763
you think the guy who coined that misspelled boobs lol

>> No.18709950

>>18709685
A camera captures the mirrored reflection of a female of the attractive variety. I reach for my penis.

>> No.18709956

>>18709685
milk

>> No.18709963

>>18709685
She imagines herself the phallus seeing herself/
She sees and cuts a competitor for a non existent man/
He discards another sock

>> No.18709969

>>18709685
She walked into my detective office with an ass that wouldn't quit and a boss that couldn't fire it.
"Jenkins," she snarled, "Are you sober?"
I couldn't help it, I'd been drinking for three days and was busy pissing myself, I decided to cut through the crap and cut to the chase.
"You killed your husband and you want to frame me for it, but instead you'll be killed in act 2 and I'll be framed for it, and your husband it still actually alive. You think you're ahead of me dame, but I've got ahead of you this time."
Harry was below my desk, drinking my piss.

>> No.18709986

>>18709950
you reach for your penis but it isn't there. The 'woman' in the picture grins

>> No.18709993

>>18709764
I enjoyed these

>> No.18710016

She sat on the bench, and contorted her body one way, and then another. She looked around her empty room for inspiration, the old radio left by the previous resident would suffice. She dragged the thing across the hardwood floor and in front of the mirror. Positioning the radio in front of the bench she raised her bare feet into view and snapped a photo. Her stomach churned with disgust and desire as she imagined the frothing mouths of the dogs in her comments section.

>> No.18710028

>>18709764
incel chad and stacey

>> No.18710077

>>18709685
The self-absorbed whore took a photo of herself in the mirror pulling the 'hot-girl' pose. Tits out. Stubby little pig toes pointed to the camera.

>> No.18710090 [DELETED] 

built for bbc

i'm trans btw if that matters

>> No.18710102

>>18709685
I bet her dick is as big as his tits

>> No.18710139

This picture has been posted so much
That Butterfly has probably embued it in herself to look like it :3

>> No.18710158

>>18709685
She had feet made for radio. Music in his ears.

>> No.18710172

>>18709986
rofl

>> No.18710179

>>18709685
>complete feminility gush
>white male
>gets shot
>dead white male
>my god, I adore you
>write me a book
>thanks

>> No.18710186

>>18710179
Jokes on you, she is trans btw.

>> No.18710201

>>18710186
Sir this is a bailey jay forum

>> No.18710213

>>18709685
s/he woke; farting a weigh; s/he farted a while; then fell asleep again; still farting a weigh.

>> No.18710640

>>18710213
>a weigh
why are you on this board

>> No.18710660

I went out to pick some lilies
Inspired by big damn titties
Humming tunes of classic tuba
Thinking about fondling booba

>> No.18710716

>>18709751
Best one

>> No.18711628

>>18709809
Good one

>> No.18711635

>>18709685
If she is a mod, fuck her.
If she is a jannie, fuck her too.
And fuck mods and jannies.

>> No.18711669

>>18709969
Only post ITT I'd read to be utterly truthful with you, elderman.

>> No.18711673

>>18709685
>describe
>prose
These threads are so fucking stupid.

>> No.18711729

>>18709685
The iPhone is a useful invention, but I cannot call it elegant. Her thin fingers barely held onto the brick of aluminum, while trillions of electrons sailed on rivers of silicon circuitry trying to satiate her desires for more photos. In a just world, the thirteen-year old Vietnamese boy who died making her phone would be able to take a glimpse at the curves and recesses of her body- but we don't live in a just world. We live in a world where she can remain ignorant of the forces that co-ordinate her narcissism, where men can remain ignorant of the impossibility of ever meeting a woman so unfairly beautiful.

>> No.18711733

>>18709685
They have AI dungeon for this now sweetheart. We're not your personal smut dispensary

>> No.18711974

>>18709685

Elle

Lumière face à mes yeux, beauté indicible
Visage éthéré, dissimulé par ses plumes
Message abscons, position risible
Désir charnel, doux parfum que je hume

Affublement érotique, sollicitude visible
Adjuration de dégradation, sans compréhension
Hymne à la décadence, stupre impossible
Ses gémissements réveur, ce n'est qu'une vision

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>>18709685
They used to put people in the stocks to torture their feet. Imagine doing that to her.

>> No.18712068

>>18709685
sex, fuck, tits etc

>> No.18712212

>>18709685
What can be said about a person whose story is already written? She is as she is, nothing more needs to be said. And if she knew that she would still take the picture, so is the nature of humanity.

>> No.18712238

>>18709764
This where genuinely good anon. You are going to make it

>> No.18712260

If her coquettish pose and vanity to photograph it were not enough to ward away any young men of good judgement, then surely the arched foot was enough. The milk white foot which collected from the milk white stream running up her leg before meeting black lace, that foot, seemed to mimic her entire bodily pose and say “yes, I am trouble, I am shameless, and dangerous. But I’ll make you delirious, I’ll have you on your knees”. It is here we can find the only modicum of honesty in this situation, the honesty shown by the harlot. If any man should find himself ruined at the hands of a siren, he will only have himself to blame, for wax is inexpensive enough to plug his ears to their song. If he cannot help himself, his mates should tie him as Odysseus, and make for safer waters

>> No.18712392

>>18712260
8/10

>> No.18712407

>>18709685
A bitch that's thick in all the right ways

>> No.18712695

>>18711974
What the fuck is this?

>> No.18712858

Oh maiden of my unholy desire;
Whose charms I sing so loud and so long
Enchant my din by presenting in song
The faintest glimmer of your re-mote smile

Bless my words, pray they capture your might
That Supple skin, and voluptuous breast;
All is revealed with but a vesture’s slight
And a moment with your heavenly ankle’s crest
For your nether regions I boldly guess~

The siren, who in picture infixed
The blazing image of men’s hot lust
And the most blessed of nature’s picks
Captured with the grace of finest Roman bust-

That hair, which frames your gentle face
May every strand be treasured for two hundred years
So when only remaineth your progeny’s race
Back through time they will distant peer:

Their great mother of her fertile years!


>>18709703
>>18709726
>>18709751
>>18709764
>>18709774
>>18709854

>> No.18712864

>>18709763
Came here to see this

I bid thee farewell gentlemen

>> No.18713007

The first thing one noticed were either her lips, full and upturned at a slight cupids bow, or her breasts, full and draped in just enough fabric to allow the mind to wander the space between the black lace. They were there to be noticed with the lips glossed to catch the light and eye. Her chest surely never needed any such adornment to catch eyes and lines or whistles and hollers or drinks and cigarettes. Looking at the picture, the space from heel to knee would tell one she's of short enough stature to be sure she has back problems. Beneath her arched foot was an old tuner radio, the kind housed in dark laminate wood with knobs and switches one images turning and twisting until some tinny oldies can be teased out of the wicker-screened speakers. Following her leg up from the old clunky receiver one arrived at the silhouettes of flowers adorning the lace hem of her nightgown, teasing at the soft thighs only mildly obscured by the flora.

The presence of the nightgown on a woman of her age and the warm-red tones of the wood radio underfoot conjured the smoky kind of sensuality of a previous era when women "slipped into something more comfortable," turning on the radio for you as they disappeared around a corner. A time where through cigarette or dope smoke you might turn to see her reappear around that same corner, wearing that same nightgown, calmly and confidently (she knows how she looks in black lace) taking a seat next to you and taking a drag. The radio is still on, your mind is static and blood rush.

It was the kind of piece she might have picked up on Depop from some girl in the midwest selling her mothers old hand-me-downs. Either way, she looked good in it. He swiped up and the message box beckons: "Say something..." He closed it out. He didn't wanna be one of "Those Guys." Later that week he sent her $5 and a picture of his penis. She liked the message. No response beyond that was necessary for most guys as long as they know she'd seen it. He posted a picture of her to 4chan for another thread. His small form of post-self-coital pillow talk didn't require a true subject.

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>>18709764
i really liked that anon

>> No.18713048

>>18709685
hot booba make my dick thobba

>> No.18713083

>>18713007
1/10

>> No.18713141

>>18709685
She wore an intricate dress, it had three sections, its top was suede and could barely contain her breasts, the straps dug into her shoulder ever so slightly. A deep v-cut left little to the imagination; she liked how the fabric felt on her nipples, she liked how people watched her as she moved. Her flat stomach was covered in fishnet, a belly button was barely discernable, her skin was dotted with moles that she knew were not blemishes. Thick thighs were enveloped in lace and nearly crossed but not quite so, indicative of who she was, like her entire ensemble.

I tried anon. Sorry for being garbage.

>> No.18713187

>>18713141
way too many commas in this, makes it laborious to read. some good ideas though.

>> No.18713197

>>18709685
write your own sexts

>> No.18713426

>>18709685
Damn, shawty got milk !
I thank as i finna grab muh dick as i see dat bitch hoe with those bazoongas out "damn nigga i finna bust a nut n shieeet" i thunk, dem tittis be like 90% of my screen
Dat hoe got some nice tits, i could spam threads on lit with this picture, dem nicce titties make a nigga go cray-cray you know what i am saying
That hoe have everything a nigga needs, dem titties and it make me go nuts i finna write this post and bust a nut no cap for real

>> No.18713553

>>18709774
>for behind the eyes of mother theresa, charles manson, hitler and superman, george bush and edward snowden alike there is a common hintergedanken. that is, a thought way, way, way in the back of your mind. something that you know deep down but can’t admit.

Can you explain to me what you meant with this?

Also, I liked your post a lot.

>> No.18713577

BOOBA

>> No.18713676

>>18709856
good

>> No.18713703

>>18713007
Bad

>> No.18713766

>>18713187
Yeah, some people like commas, other people prefer full stops. I get flack for either. I enjoy have long sentence but I do like to mix in short ones. What would you suggest for this? And why?

>> No.18713770

Interpol - Obstacle 1

It's in the way that she posed
It's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff
She's always calling my bluff
She puts the, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart

She packs it away (8x)

It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart

>> No.18713836

>>18709685
Some anons have talent.

>> No.18713877

>>18709685
She was the kind of woman who probably thought the world was full of very attentive men

>> No.18714081

>>18709685
She was a bitch with a great rack and a fat ass. A real stallion, who knew how to carry herself. The same pride a racehorse carries when barreling down the track like a freight train. Exceot in this case the freight train was my dick. And our sex was the Belmont Stakes.

>> No.18714152

>>18709685
>all writers do is describe state of things
I bet you also believe graphic design as anything to do with "art"

>> No.18714164

>>18714152
based

>> No.18714205

>>18709685
Big booba. bad.

>> No.18714214

>>18709685
So sayeth the ghost of Gustav Klimt:
Don this golden robe, half on. You lusty water nymph; calling forth Leviathan sopping wet, and Behemoth barrelled and bulging. Job would have work on his hands denying the grace of God, if it were you that Satan brought. Perhaps it was. Never mind.

>> No.18714218

Thotless gazing at a cliche girl as always. Always on /lit/ looking round if there’ll be a thread with capital N Nuance instead of capital N Ni- but the blacks are for the girl in black nets with that web of fingers and her obscured eyes and the flabby limbs of youth not worth considering and oh look, half the thread impersonating macho hacks to hide their inabilities at emulating, oh I dunno, Nabokov or Pynchyawn. All of /lit/ thinking they’re of the Aryan noir avant-garde and not the sleazy incels we know them to be. Say, what if the, cough, real righters of this thread spread open this chick and Waldun - yes, that Waldun - out of nowhere, barged into the room all like:
“That’s my fiancé.” And he’d cut them down in a yellowy aura of rage. It’s unlikely and yet the questions of our absurd nature underpin all that we call great literature.

>> No.18714229

>>18709685
In the corner sat a woman, wearing a black dress, taking a selfie.

>> No.18714240

>>18709709
true
>>18709685
a stupid, fat, tattooed slut sat on a desk. her skin contrasted nicely with her dress, but her whorish aura made one want to stay away. she stared emptily into her phone and her mouth was slightly ajar. her apartment also sucked, which indicates a fragile constitution or lesser intelligence.

>> No.18714288

>>18709685
She was in a dress. Barefoot. A photo she took for social media. I watched her take it from the hall.

>> No.18714297

not an aspiring writer but i wanted to type this out.

she has short hair. the sunlight's glare prevents you from knowing whether it's a black or a brownish chestnut. i don't think you really care which color it is but a brownish chestnut would likely make her more palatable to your reserved tastes, as jet-black would insinuate her possibly being too alternative or indie for you. the hair isn't super short but it's short enough to demonstrate that she's unique, relatively unique at least.

your eyes move down and you see her tits. naturally, you zoom in. you then see the tattoo. she's alternative. you're somewhat intrigued by the prospects of her being a girl who has such a large, visisble tattoo, but you're also worried about the possible negatives associated with that aesthetic. her tits are massive, accentuating a minor hunch likely exacerbated by somewhat unhealthy internet usage - usage that your own obviously dwarfs. the lingerie moves down in correspondence with your shifting eyes. it's beautiful, naturally, but the nagging thoughts related to you seeing her picture on 4chan detract from the overarching beauty. you're not sure if that's related to your own neurotic preconceptions. she's beautiful physically, but there's something beyond that that you can't shake. her right calf is pronounced to an extent, you can see the muscle. you're not sure if she works out or if it's just pressing against her seat. the prospect of her working out and having a toned ass excites you, but then you realize that she likely doesn't, she's too alternative. your mind returns to last night in the city, you probably saw several girls like her. she was the only one who made it to 4chan.

>> No.18714317

>>18713141
i like it

>> No.18714359

AAAAAAHHHHHHHH I COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!

>> No.18714375

Butterfly, basically.

:333333333

What if I am very close to the truth when I say Butterfly is much younger, not a lesbian, and wants my dick? What if I told you all she will help me get laid

>> No.18714456

Some random fucking girl wearing some outfit to trigger retards. She was making a face that tried to meant she didn't really care, but under all of it she was a pretty sensitive person to hostile comments on her photos. Because of this insecurity this photo was the 65th try, this was her pick because her face was not really showing due to the bad lighting. Also she hates her feet and took a lot of time to get them just right. Everything else was just fine, because it was not like she didn't understood the brain of your regular internet neanderthal, a bit of side boob and that is basically it to make most people happy. And she was pretty confident about them, She loved her boobs and hands the most. And always insecure about her legs, because they seemed too skinny compared to other people who were on 'her level'. This whole thing is so tiresome, if it weren't for the money, they could all go to fucking hell.

>> No.18714463

>>18709685
To hell with it, OP.

>> No.18714662

>>18714317
:D

>> No.18714678

>>18709685
BPD and Ecstasy, conceited with low self-esteem
She's a teenage dream if you hate yourself
Bright dyed hair and obnoxious clothes
Thinks communism is the way to go
She's a whore, a hole, a dime-a-dozen Jezebel
Fluoride mind and SSRIs
A thousand-yard stare for all those guys
That she fucked and sucked before you came along
Retarded views on politics
Likes to listen to shitty music
She drinks and smokes and tokes out of a dirty bong

She saw Ramona Flowers
And felt so empowered
By a movie made in Hollywood
It's sad to think she's someone's daughter
Like a lamb to the slaughter
But honestly, I'd still hit if I could

BPD and Ecstasy, 30 years old but acts like she's 16
Likes to go to shows 'cause she's so fucking cool
Bright-dyed hair but dead inside
Plan-B lifetime supply
She's a whore, a hole, gave head since middle school
Only pedophiles in denial think she's anything worthwhile
Her infertile lifestyle will drive you wild
She's an alcoholic loser bitch that likes to listen to shitty music
She drinks and smokes and tokes and chokes on dick

She saw Ramona Flowers
And felt so empowered
By a movie made in Hollywood
It's sad to think she's someone's daughter
Like a lamb to the slaughter
But honestly I'd still hit if I could

She saw Ramona Flowers
And felt so empowered
By a movie made in Hollywood
It's sad to think she's someone's daughter
Like a lamb to the slaughter
But honestly I'd still hit if I could
She saw Ramona Flowers
And felt so empowered
By a movie made in Pedowood
It's sad to think she's someone's daughter
Like a lamb to the slaughter
But honestly I'd still hit if I could

>> No.18714685

>>18713007
You've fallen in love with your own prose. Very irrationally, I'll add. 2/10.

>> No.18714767

>>18709685
It wasn't her first try. She had dressed lavishly for the occasion and took many pictures, only to delete them. It's seemed as if they were never going to get perfect enough but she kept trying. How many likes this picture would have? She was excited by the thought. This time, just like the others, it would be a lot, assuredly.

She raised the corner of her mouth, pressed the button, and frowned delicately as she examined her new photo. How would she be in anyone's heart if this new picture of her wasn't outstanding? Her posture wasn't wrong this time, but this wasn't good. People complained she looked the same in all of her shoots!

She would have to make an effort to look beautiful or... or... Her hand had gripped onto the ottoman, and her pressed soles started sweating. "Alright. No good. No smile then?"

She collected herself. No smile it is. It would be perfect. Her fans will adore her. She will be immortal.

>> No.18714858

A photo taken by the woman herself - elegant, as if taken on a whim, and yet each detail of the photo carefully planned: the curtain open only enough to shine upon her back, her arched left foot resting upon a raised box, the exact degree she bent her neck. And upon closer inspection, there lay a blinding contradiction: the woman had chosen to lay her breasts exposed, seemingly intent on proudly displaying her body, and yet her face deliberately obscured by the placement of the camera to the left side of her face and the engineered lean of her neck directing the flow of her hair over the right. Was this woman simultaneously proud to display her body, yet ashamed of the appearance of her face? Had she only seen value in the sexualisation of her body?

>> No.18714866

>>18714685
Yeah, man, he did way too much. Maybe at the beginning it was nice but then it became pointless and retarded. 3/10.

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>>18709764
Not a poetry guy but I enjoyed these immensely.

>> No.18714956

>>18711669
>Only post ITT I'd read to be utterly truthful with you, elderman.
CHEERS CUNT

>> No.18714957

She was the kind of girl that would invite aspiring writers up her apartment and pose while they painted prose portrates of her, then frame them. She was also the kind of girl that would kick out smug idiots who attempted to be sardonic within their portrayal. She was the kind of girl you could almost still see through her window.

>> No.18714989

>>18709685
her bulbous lumps pressed together in a pile of flesh, as if they were trying to climb over each other

>> No.18714996

>>18714989
The plague.

>> No.18715065

>>18712858
Yeah this is actually good and so now we make it into a competition

>> No.18715071

>>18709685
He walked into the unlit apartment and saw her sitting directly across from him on the ledge of an open window. Catching interrupted glimpse past wind blown sheets he studied her. Legs begining to unfold as if to greet him, smooth, toned and powerfull.
The moonlit skin revealing itself from underneath patterned dark silk.
Head still turned in watchfull patience of the night outside she arches back comfortably against the the sill, inviting his stare. Short bob cut hair curtained her turned face, letting slip the trace of red lips.
He closes the door absently while his entire attention is drawn down slender neck to where no fabric obfuscates the clean bounties displayed by her dress. A slim hand shivers from cold night breeze and traces up one dark strap to brush aside the falling hair. He cant help but notice beneath pearled bracelet a tattoo lined down her forearm. The black symbols contrasting pale white skin has him mesmerized enough that he startles at flickering eyes, confident, behind now tucked back dark hair.
"Bonjour Helena. Its time for your UN enforced bbc tribute".

>> No.18715107

>>18709685
She was the girl next door. 16, maybe 17. He had never seen her bare feet and wished he hadn't for her toes were stubby and fat, not at all the sleek and graceful sculpture he had imagined. He caught a glimpse of her breast; a decent volume, he thought. He then studied the fibers in her short brown hair. She wore it in a bob, reminiscent of an earlier time. He normally didn't like short hair on girls, it made them look boyish, but she managed to pull it off. She drifted her arm across into view and he almost puked when he spied a tattoo on her otherwise beautiful, pale, flawless skin. He could hold it in. He held it in.

Sleeping - she was sweet, silent, beautiful, and wholly obedient. The ideal woman. He treaded carefully to her bed, circumspect not to disturb the silence by stepping on one of the many wrappers and loose riff-raff that lay sporadically on the stained carpet. Closer. He could hear her breathing. He could see the shallow undulations of her bosom rise and fall as she slept. He could smell her sweat from the hot summer night. He could taste her skin. She could taste his hand. She tried to scream, call for help. She was weak, fragile beneath him. There was no blood for she weren't a virgin. He was disappointed at that, but glad at least that no evidence would be left. She couldn't figure his face for he wore it black, and she soon passed out again.

He wiped his feet on the grass beneath her window, sluiced himself in the running water of the kitchen sink, and fixed himself some coffee. He pulled up the paper and read about himself in yesterday's paper.

>> No.18715189

>>18709764
Saved these. 10/10 will read again and share with my friends.

>>18714240
Concise and accurate. 6/10.

>>18709969
8/10 made me laff

>>18709986
The classic stitch up

>>18711729
There's something here, but it feels too pretentious

>>18711974
Last time I tried to post an accent aigu I got cucked by the "non-ascii" message. Also my French is shit so I guess I can't really appreciate this fully. The rhythm feels off is all I'll say.

>>18712260
First sentence was poorly worded and only made sense on rereading. The rest was great. 8.5/10


>>18712858
Too simpy, made me cringe. Prose is great however. Beta/10

>>18713007
"Prose not good enough to warrant so much of it"

>>18715071
Eh. It's something.

>>18715107
I fucked the last sentence, should've given it a quick read over.

>> No.18715191

>>18712858
>>18709685
The Eighth Muse
I heard the song but knew her rhymes
As she was the eighth muse whose body
Was made of song-spun lines. She was time's
Most precious, an art made from flesh's melody.

She softened the light whereever she walked
And had made honey lust after her sweetest
Touch. For she was made for gods to gawk,
As her name bore promise of the perfect fetus.

She was carved from the marble of time
And her figure was more than flesh was able.
Her body was the cloud in a Summer clime.
For my every glance she was the unending fable.

But then I saw her head from the night
And I captured her reflected life in my shield
As she desecitated to stone without her might.
I cast off the image of her life to wield
This new gift, that I had conquered lust
And as a reward, had now the perfect bust.

>> No.18715214

>>18709685
Svetlana was a rough women and she had to be to make it past her 20s in the small town of prytlabinsk. As reward for her continued service to local party head Grigor she was afforded a 1 bedroom apartment overlooking the Trovinisk river. On days between duties shed sit on a broken stereo that young Ivan brought her and stare out at the river taking some kind of peace. A peace from the neighbors noise, from memories of work, or even just from the penalty of living. Young Ivan had been infatuated with her, and followed her constantly till finally she said shed give him what he wanted, but hed have to pay up first. So he brought her a stereo, a broken one, and she fullfilled her promise because lying gets one no where.
Her dress came from Piotr, a travelling saleman, who caught sight of her on the balcony and came up to sell her a dress. She had no money, but that didnt bother him and so another bargain was struck.
Her bracelet came from Victor, Grigor's own son, who saw her misery and made promises to take her away. Those tempting promises needed reinforcement and so she kept Victors company until one late night. Loud banging on the door, she discovered him panicked, raving that he cant swim and that she should take this bracelet to remember him if they dont meet again.
All these items may fill her life but waiting for Grigor, that is the only constant. Staring at the river like always she taps tunes on the broken stereo and hopes Ivan, Piotr and Victor arent as bored as her.

>> No.18715302

>>18709685
She was 16, henna tattoo, sheer lace, pixy cut, athletic-built, in a black dress with a neckline which plunged into a pinched waist like a diver into the deep end; and despite a pair of breasts which spread beyond spaghetti-strap borders, as leavened loaves over the sides of the basket the sexiest thing about her photo was the foot.
It was posed prominently, seemingly offered to the viewer. Timelessly feminine, its hourglass shape told a story about the figure that was obscured by her sitting posture. My heart skipped a beat, she was a fucking genius of a tease.
Her toes were planted firmly against a classic wood-framed tabletop FM radio, which accentuated her sharp medial arch and made my mind buzz, imagining the structural strength which this form must offer to the rest of her well proportioned frame. That arch was prerequisite to a strong jump, necessary to drive skyward those divine titties, which screamed at me their need to be observed in weightlessness.

>> No.18715334

>>18715189
>If her coquettish pose and vanity to photograph it were not enough to ward away any young men of good judgement, then surely the arched foot was enough.

If her coquettish pose and evident vanity were not enough to dispel young men of good judgment, then surely her sultry arched foot made it clear.

That better?

>> No.18715364

STUPID FUCKING UGLY WHORE WITH BIG FEET

>> No.18715384

>>18709969
>I decided to cut the crap and cut to the cheese

fixed it for you

>> No.18715393

>>18715334
Fuck I should add

>If her coquettish pose and evident vanity were not enough to dispel young men of good judgment, then surely that sultry arched foot made her true nature known

I think that’s a bit better for the end so it would be

>If her coquettish pose and evident vanity were not enough to dispel young men of good judgment, then surely that sultry arched foot made her true nature known. The milk white foot which collected from the milk white stream running up her leg before meeting black lace, that foot, seemed to mimic her entire bodily pose and say “yes, I am trouble, I am shameless, and dangerous. But I’ll make you delirious, I’ll have you on your knees”. It is here we can find the only modicum of honesty in this situation, the honesty shown by the harlot. If any man should find himself ruined at the hands of a siren, he will only have himself to blame, for wax is inexpensive enough to plug his ears to their song. If he cannot help himself, his mates should tie him as Odysseus, and make for safer waters.

>> No.18715432

>>18709685
SEXO SEXO SEXO TETAS SEXO SEXO

>> No.18715474

>>18715393
For the last bit you should not make an explicit mention of sirens when it is sufficiently suggested by naming Odysseus.

>Here lies the only modicum of honesty shown by the harlot. May the man's friends tie him fast as Odysseus lest he lose control of himself.

Then your reader can get a bit of a dopamine hit from putting it together. "Oh! he's saying she's all lure and no love like a siren! I know about sirens cuz I read the Greeks first! derp"
Otherwise, you're giving away the goose before the egg has hatched and the reference lands like a wet fart, catch my drift?

>> No.18715479

>>18715191
Well done, I believe you’ve written the better poem, at least the latter part. Contact me @9901041o on Instagram if you’d like to speak any more, or need a critic for your other works.

>> No.18715496

>>18715474
Thank you, that does make more sense

>> No.18715554

>>18709685
After one hundred and twenty-two pictures the self-obsessed whore finally found the right angle for her thirst trap.

>> No.18715591

>>18709764

These seem like a more tender version of some of Emily Dickinson’s garden poems. Very good writing.

Do you mind talking about your readings and your projects? I’m truly glad to see so great a work posted here.

>> No.18715598

>>18715189
>Eh. It's something
I agree. Its loose and draws circles without finishing any. Needs to be distilled and pick a motif

>> No.18715604

https://voca.ro/16Mud4fvK5oC

:3 Butterfly will masturbate to this all night

>> No.18715632

>>18715591
Buying black market Emily Dickinson liquid.
Mixing Emily Dickinson with North African heroin.
Injecting Emily Dickinson into the eye of your penis.
Liquefying yourself from the inside with acidic Emily Heroin.
Ejaculting Emily Acidoin into your own anus.
Impregnating your self liquefying arseuterus with Heroinly Emilioson.
Dying as you arsebirth your Dickinselfson.
Hello W.S. Burroughs.

>> No.18715673
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>>18709751
top quality

>> No.18715778

>>18715479
Sorry man - I won't curse your legacy with you going down as having collaborated with me.

Kyrie Eleison

>> No.18715897

>>18709685
I turned the corner to the radio room and there's some young woman there taking a picture of herself in the mirror. My first thought was she looks like one of those dames with armpit hair. My second thought is she looks a lot older than she probably is. Maybe it's the lighting that's highlighting the loose veinyness of her skin or maybe it's the old timey black nightgown and high waisted underwear that reminds me of my grandmother. She's showing off her tits which the gown barely covers. There's something scrawled on her left wrist in permanent marker. A suicide note? It's too messy for that. Like something a little kid would draw.

"Hey, what are you doing here." I call from the doorway, in a Brooklyn accent.

She looks surprised. She didn't see me come in. Too distracted by that electronic bauble.

"Uh-" she started but I intervened.

"You want I should suck on those fat tits for ya? Get outa here. It's a restricted area."

She glared at me like hot coals and quickly gathered herself up, her face was getting red.

"What would ya father think of this. Huh? Get outa here."

She covered up with an old timey jacket, like one of those old ones from the war. As she hurried past me to the door I grabbed her by the left arm.

"What the FUCK!" she said. "Who the fuck are you!"

I bring her wrist to my face long enough to see what it says. "Fuck Jannies."

I let her go. She pouts and calls me a freak and I'm left standing there with another clue. "Jannies..."

I walk over to the leather ottoman she was just sitting on and take a good long whiff. I take out my cigarette and light it and try to piece together what just happened. But my mind isn't here right now.

>> No.18715906
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Just going to be brutally honest. If you can't handle the criticism then reflect upon why that is.


>>18709751
Not bad

>>18709809
Crap, says nothing, far too purple

>>18709833
Absolute garbage, unreadable almost

>>18709856
Very nice hardboiled style. I liked it.

>>18710016
Extremely dull

>>18711729
Funny idea, but doesn't strike right, a bit too lifeless. Could be reworked into something good with a second take.

>>18712260
Starts off decent, but gets a bit too pretentious as it goes on. Lacking in humour.

>>18713007
Way too long, Super boring. Didn't even finish reading.

>>18713141
Mediocre

>>18713426
This has potential if it was taken more seriously, not bad at all

>>18714081
Bad


>>18714218
Starts off decent, but ends poorly

>>18714240
opening sentence was quality, but drops off as it went on

>>18714288
Enjoy the minimalism, but it's a little too minimal.

>>18714297
too long winded and dull

>>18714456
One of the best in the entire thread, possibly the best

>>18714767
Vanilla stuff

>>18714858
Yawn. It's pretty decent writing, but it's uninteresting. Focus on BECOMING interesting

>>18714957
Liked this one


>>18715071
Unamusing, dull

>>18715107
Above average, made me lol

>>18715214
One of the better attempts in the thread, but could improve still

>>18715302
Boring

>> No.18715975

>>18709685
She sits still on the windowsill, posing like the bad girl from an old film noir, but holds an iPhone rather than a cigarette. I think she's taking pictures of herself. I don't know, I don't care.

>> No.18716122

>>18715906
Thanks buddy

>> No.18716291

>>18715906
>Above average, made me lol
Thanks, I'm not used to writing.

>> No.18716296

Her plump toes are her best attribute btw

>> No.18716959

Her flesh fills sight, like a reckoning night—scarring eyes.

Her movements kidnap conscience, fading mind—scurrying life.

Tip
of
her
smile

Find the base of my file

>> No.18717045

AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOGA AWOOOOOOOOOOOGA OOOOOOOOOOH MAMAAAAA!
DJ03I
FUCK CAPTHCA

>> No.18717051

>>18709685
M
A
D
E

F
O
R

B
B
C

>> No.18717390

>>18709764
actually good

>> No.18717397

>>18709685
Once upon a time a useless, homeless whore required sustinence and caring for. She knew what to do and thus began to draw the simps unto herself.

Her trap set, she lies in wait..

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>>18715906
>tfw mine was too bad/boring to even comment on

>> No.18717557

>>18709685
The oddest part was the sort of lifelessness to her face. Perhaps as a child she had some distinguishing characteristics to give some personality to her being, some flaws and little defects like a crooked tooth or marks on her skin or vellus on her upper lip. Perhaps she still does, but she's gotten very good at hiding her humanity. The quality of the photo was just the right resolution to show the lace of her lingerie without allowing any texture to her skin, any speck of imperfection to show. Her face shrouded by teased hair and an indirect angle just enough to show a glimpse of a coquettish magazine cover face, a pornographic porcelain doll berefit of the organic qualities of an awkward snorting giggle or a weary look of compassion. One can't quite see her eyes but one wonders what thoughts humm inside, who she wants to be and who she could have been.Whether she hopes to gain anything in particular by posing herself for masturbatory eyes who will never really see her as a person or whether she's simply fulfilling an impulse and a thoughtless social obligation. Whether she's ever been truly loved, not used and posessed but loved and respected as an equal and a human with flaws, whether she seeks it through this medium or whether she thinks she already has it but nonetheless feels the need to seek something more, or whether she never cared in the first place. You'd love to talk to her, but there's a million of her and they'll all be trapped another planet even if you think you've reached one. They're scared to come home and they wouldn't be welcome.

>> No.18717607

>>18709764
This is shit. Kill yourself.

No, this is very good. I’m just jealous. Hope you’re gonna publish your shit, anon.

>> No.18717629

>>18709709
Is she posted a lot on /lit/? She looks exceptional, so imho it's fair

>> No.18717672

>>18709685
She's putting those bags on display by the window without a care like the bushes in her backyard aren't thick enough to harbor a man of above average height and build who's eager to get his dick wet on a sunday afternoon when everybody in screaming distance is probably busy playing or watching something probably with the volume turned all the way or almost all the way up so they're not really in screaming distance. Leaving the door unlocked? big mistake. She will learn to fear the milkman

>> No.18717705

>>18717672
lol

>> No.18717727
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demonic

>> No.18717730

>>18717727
>(31 KB, 333x500)
Shameful

>> No.18717736
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>>18717730
he he he

>> No.18717743
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>>18717736
Still too small

>> No.18717745

>>18717743
this is actually my gf

>> No.18717757
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>>18717745
Heh. Very pretty. The file above says “actor”. What’s she been in?

>> No.18717774

>>18717757
we do sex films (they are mostly private, sorry)

>> No.18717779

>>18717774
who do you film her with?

>> No.18717784

>>18717779
to watch in private, I reject commerce pornography and my gf is prettier than most any other porn actress anyway, as you can see

>> No.18717805

>>18717774
She actually had an onlyfans.
And I guess your gf is just in general kind of a online ho with the things she posts.

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>>18717805
Got her confused with Taylor LaShae for a while

>> No.18717872

>>18709764
Good job that was great.

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>>18717850
They have a similar vibe, although the Mia girl looks Russian to me (she's technically also Hispanic I think.)

That said, Mia also smiles, which Taylor does seemingly not.
I think that's the dreadful mental state of those perfect face girls (pic related, also never smiles), which feel an obligation to make the most out of their looks, try to milk is but nothing they can get from it can ever be satisfying. And then they will eventually hit 35 and other chicks will take over their only game.

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>>18709685
The Ur Art Hoe.

>> No.18717919

>>18717909
Faaaack she looks like my ex. Fack off anon with that will ya? But I took her virginity tho.

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>>18717909
>which Taylor does seemingly not.
Mark of a professional

>>18717919
Sure you did.

>> No.18718048

>>18717736
>>18717757
>>18717850
>>18717909
sexo
>>18717672
so bros how did I do

>> No.18718203

>>18709703
/thread

>>18709711
imagine being this rigid and retarded

>> No.18718208

>>18715906
>>18715302
Let me fix that for you
>She was 9

boring across the board?
If the subject is boring the description will be boring, was it the phonetics, syntax?

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>>18718048
I already replied with lol, which is a compliment. The first long sentence is curious and maybe grammatically an expert and I like that

>> No.18718241

>>18715906
>vanilla stuff
w-what did he mean by this?

>> No.18718273

Fukkkn slut

>> No.18718282

>>18714288
Reads exactly like a cop's notebook. Only a female could write a male this well. 9/10

>> No.18718300

>>18709764
Fuck you're cool

>> No.18718314

>>18709685
She's hot, really hot. I would.

>> No.18718320

>>18718233
nice

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>>18709764
You are our guy.

>> No.18718368

She had tits, and she had a dress over those tits. As she stared longingly at the camera, inside of her dress there was a pair of panties and inside of those panties was a pussy; oh yeah, a pussy. And stuck into that pussy was a tampon; she was on her; period. But she wanted to get fucked anyway; she craved the sensation of a big fat; cock inside of her pussy; and she wanted it to make her orgasm and; cum and; make her squirt.

>> No.18718479

>>18709685

**Naomie's appartement**

After there arrival at the apartment, they all three decided to stay a while in France. It was a beautiful morning with the air filled with the neighboring pastries.

Watson who had been quite the help, was sleeping so still that they might have had to call the coroner for fault to believe he was dead.

Sherlock sitting at the end of the bed was wide awake trying to reconcile the past event. All these prostitutes disappearing to later find the bodies mutilated simmered his brain.

Faulty of lacking sleep and his usual pipe with tobacco, Sherlock decided to refresh his mind by taking bath. On its way to the bathroom, he was struck to find awake Naomie who was smoking her last morning cigarette.

After a brief discussion, Naomie whom Paris was a second home after leaving London obliged Sherlock to prepare him a bath. "In France the woman always prepare the bath for him" She said with a seductive smile.
Sherlock who couldn't overlook her raviching beauty couldn't say no. Once the bath was full, she decided to stay in the washroom and sat next to the window.

>> No.18718513

>>18709685
she farted and giggled like a japanese school girl
the illusion is gone