The Writing Game... Scenario Two  

travelingintexas 42M
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5/1/2006 8:27 am
The Writing Game... Scenario Two

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Compiled Story... I am Trying To Keep Up!


I couldn’t wake up and I had absolutely no idea where I was. Either I couldn’t feel my arms and legs or they didn’t exist any longer because I couldn’t move them. It also felt as if someone had beat me in the head with a sledge hammer and the light I sensed more than saw on the other side of my eye lids was preparing an assault on my head Patton would have applauded. I was clueless as to what had happened and it terrified me to the core. With eyes still closed, I slowly rolled onto my side, allowing my legs to drop to the floor. Using this new position as leverage, I made a feeble attempt at sitting up. It didn't work - I fell back flat against the bed, feet on the floor, sledgehammer working its way around my skull once again. As awareness of body parts beyond my throbbing head crept in, I debated the need to get up and find a bathroom or to just relieve myself in this position. I was hurtin.'

Once again I forced myself up into a sitting position, resting my elbows on my thighs just behind the knees. I moved to rest my face in my hands and cried out in agony as my fingers touched the swollen features there. My hands suddenly felt wet and sticky as I pulled them from my face. Managing to force a slit open in one eye, I looked at my hands. Blood, no big surprise there, considering the ache in my face and the throbbing in my head. “Hurt and bleeding in a strange place, with no recollection of how or why I got here, can’t be a good thing,” the little voice in my head tells me.

Down the hallway I could hear a faint emanation of the Dixie Chicks, and the distinct sound of ice cubes being dropped into an 8 oz. tumbler. The light that was coming through the window cast a crisp edged shadow on my stained and faded jeans.

"It's about time you woke up." The deep male voice startled me, coming from the other side of the bed. "Are you ready to cooperate yet, or do you want more?"

The obvious threat of that male voice triggered a switch in my memory and like a movie, scenes from the last two days began to playback in flashes. I saw myself walking through a brightly lit casino, then seated at a poker table in a dim, smoke-filled room. Fast-forwarding, the memory movie played a brief scene of a seedy strip club, full ashtrays and empty champagne bottles, then a hotel, the desk clerk asking me if I would be staying long. The scene had just shifted to an elevator and I could see my hand resting in the small of a woman’s back guiding her toward the open door. The shapely blonde, in a red, sequined dress was just looking over her shoulder to face me when the male voice slapped me back to reality, growling: “Hey! Wake the hell up asshole!”

My eyes snapped open fully now, wondering why there was a stainless steel toilet in my bedroom. Groaning from the alcohol induced fog it's all coming back in a quickening, sickening downward spiral. That strip club... Dancing naked on the table and the eventual triple shot of pepper spray from the 400 plus pound bouncer. Being fingerprinted and locked away in this drab gray concrete cell. That'll be about the last time I drink tequila at a strip club.

But it wasn't.

As with most good intentions and promises to God, in time, they stumbled to the wayside and the mind made refuse of a time spent in the local detox unit. The shot glass in front of me, just one of many over the course of the evening, held my attention like a lover's pleading eyes. With a casual glance over my shoulder, I downed the tequila, the burn rolling over the chest, a jagged comfort. The cool voice that came up from behind struck like iron against steele.

"So, we meet again...."

The sultry sexy voice in my head was now replaced with a husky masculine tone!! And again it whispers "so we meet again"! The eyes focus over the pounding headache!! The transvestite it's the transvestite again!! Damn him and his hairy balls! And why is my ass all sticky? Damn it! I'm sore.

Through the haze of pain and alcohol, I try to force my muddled mind to think up a witty, sarcastic response, just to piss him off...but my mind just won't do it. I sit hunched over instead, trying to gather strength for the upcoming argument about the money that was stolen from me which he'd come to collect. I couldn't tell him who had it, because I didn't know where she was and I didn't want him to kill her and take it back. Thinking fast through such a muzzy head is a near impossibility and I wondered dejectedly how I was going to live through this.


rm_1hotwahine 64F
21091 posts
5/1/2006 10:08 am

With eyes still closed, I slowly rolled onto my side, allowing my legs to drop to the floor. Using this new position as leverage, I made a feeble attempt at sitting up. It didn't work - I fell back flat against the bed, feet on the floor, sledgehammer working its way around my skull once again. As awareness of body parts beyond my throbbing head crept in, I debated the need to get up and find a bathroom or to just relieve myself in this position. I was hurtin.'

kyplowboy22

Yeah, I'm still [blog 1hotwahine]


kyplowboy22 62M

5/1/2006 12:26 pm

Once again I forced myself up into a sitting position, resting my elbows on my thighs just behind the knees. I moved to rest my face in my hands and cried out in agony as my fingers touched the swollen features there. My hands suddenly felt wet and sticky as I pulled them from my face. Managing to force a slit open in one eye, I looked at my hands. Blood, no big surprise there, considering the ache in my face and the throbbing in my head. “Hurt and bleeding in a strange place, with no recollection of how or why I got here, can’t be a good thing,” the little voice in my head tells me.

[blog titsandtires]


rm_titsandtires 52M/42F
3656 posts
5/1/2006 7:26 pm

Down the hallway I could hear a faint emanation of the Dixie Chicks, and the distinct sound of ice cubes being dropped into an 8 oz. tumbler. The light that was coming through the window cast a crisp edged shadow on my stained and faded jeans.
"It's about time you woke up." The deep male voice startled me, coming from the other side of the bed. "Are you ready to cooperate yet, or do you want more?"


sj365


rm_sj365 56F
2414 posts
5/1/2006 10:26 pm

The obvious threat of that male voice triggered a switch in my memory. Like a movie trailer, scenes from the last two days began to playback in flashes. I saw myself walking through a brightly lit casino, then seated at a poker table in a dimly lit smoke-filled room. Fast-forwarding, the memory movie played a brief scene of a seedy strip club, full ashtrays and empty champagne bottles, then a hotel, the desk clerk asking me if I would be staying long. The scene had just shifted to an elevator and I could see my hand resting in the small of a woman’s back guiding her toward the open door. The shapely blonde, in a red, sequined dress was just looking over her shoulder to face me when the male voice slapped me back to reality, growling: “Hey! Wake the hell up asshole!”

ByteChaser2


rm_sj365 56F
2414 posts
5/1/2006 10:28 pm

The obvious threat of that male voice triggered a switch in my memory. Like a movie trailer, scenes from the last two days began to playback in flashes. I saw myself walking through a brightly lit casino, then seated at a poker table in a dimly lit smoke-filled room. Fast-forwarding, the memory movie played a brief scene of a seedy strip club, full ashtrays and empty champagne bottles, then a hotel, the desk clerk asking me if I would be staying long. The scene had just shifted to an elevator and I could see my hand resting in the small of a woman’s back guiding her toward the open door. The shapely blonde, in a red, sequined dress was just looking over her shoulder to face me when the male voice slapped me back to reality, growling: “Hey! Wake the hell up asshole!”

ByteChaser2


rm_sj365 56F
2414 posts
5/1/2006 10:29 pm

The obvious threat of that male voice triggered a switch in my memory. Like a movie trailer, scenes from the last two days began to playback in flashes. I saw myself walking through a brightly lit casino, then seated at a poker table in a dim, smoke-filled room. Fast-forwarding, the memory movie played a brief scene of a seedy strip club, full ashtrays and empty champagne bottles, then a hotel, the desk clerk asking me if I would be staying long. The scene had just shifted to an elevator and I could see my hand resting in the small of a woman’s back guiding her toward the open door. The shapely blonde, in a red, sequined dress was just looking over her shoulder to face me when the male voice slapped me back to reality, growling: “Hey! Wake the hell up asshole!”

ByteChaser2


rm_sj365 56F
2414 posts
5/1/2006 10:38 pm

The obvious threat of that male voice triggered a switch in my memory and like a movie, scenes from the last two days began to playback in flashes. I saw myself walking through a brightly lit casino, then seated at a poker table in a dim, smoke-filled room. Fast-forwarding, the memory movie played a brief scene of a seedy strip club, full ashtrays and empty champagne bottles, then a hotel, the desk clerk asking me if I would be staying long. The scene had just shifted to an elevator and I could see my hand resting in the small of a woman’s back guiding her toward the open door. The shapely blonde, in a red, sequined dress was just looking over her shoulder to face me when the male voice slapped me back to reality, growling: “Hey! Wake the hell up asshole!”

ByteChaser2


ByteChaser2 54M

5/1/2006 10:58 pm

My eyes snapped open fully now, wondering why there was a stainless steel toilet in my bedroom. Groaning from the alcohol induced fog it's all coming back in a quickening, sickening downward spiral. That strip club... Dancing naked on the table and the eventual triple shot of pepper spray from the 400 plus pound bouncer. Being fingerprinted and locked away in this drab gray concrete cell. That'll be about the last time I drink tequila at a strip club.

ShayeDK


rm_DaphneR 59F
8023 posts
5/4/2006 2:03 pm

By order of the blog owner the latest writer has been replaced with

loadeddice05


Have tongue, will use it. Repeatedly.


loadeddice05 45M

5/6/2006 2:46 pm

The sultry sexy voice in my head was now replaced with a husky masculine tone!! And again it whispers "so we meet again"! The eyes focus over the pounding headache!! The transvestite it's the transvestite again!! Damn him and his hairy balls! And why is my ass all sticky? Damn it! I'm sore.

[shanne2006]


rm_shannee2006 53F
3355 posts
5/6/2006 5:02 pm


Through the haze of pain and alcohol, I try to force my muddled mind to think up a witty, sarcastic response, just to piss him off...but my mind just won't do it. I sit hunched over instead, trying to gather strength for the upcoming argument about the money that was stolen from me which he'd come to collect. I couldn't tell him who had it, because I didn't know where she was and I didn't want him to kill her and take it back. Thinking fast through such a muzzy head is a near impossibility and I wondered dejectedly how I was going to live through this.
[ronniexoxoxo memberID]

Yup...this juiciness is from me....

S


ronniexoxoxo 50M

5/8/2006 4:55 pm

I slowly stood up and felt very dizzy but maintained my stance. I walked to the kitchen and got a glass of water and some aspirin. Suddenly the visitor shouted at me, "Where's my damn money!". I walked over to meet him face to face and told him I didn't have it. He then raised his fist as though he was going strike me and said, "You've got to the count of ten to produce my money!" I clutched my fists preparing to defend myself. I spoke sternly,"Surely we can solve this without violence?"

[blog snatchmatch71]


ArgosPlumyKooky 46F
3902 posts
5/8/2006 5:49 pm

my stern resolve crumbled, and i snatched the motherfucker by the neck, slamming him to the ground. in my most threatening tone i said bitch what the fuck did you ask? i detest violence. however, when bac'd into a corner, i don't growl i pounce.

[blog kneel_be4me]


rm_kneel_be4me 50M
457 posts
5/8/2006 8:12 pm

Hey wait a minute!! What is this? The son af a bitch is getting a hard on. This cross dressing transvestite Is getting excited. The son of a bitch is a sadomasochist too.

He smiles as he sees the disgust on my face. And says in his strangled voice.


69bitemeplease69


twirly_girl 48F

5/9/2006 10:09 am

"Come on sugar, give your daddy Bard here a kiss." Before I could even respond, I felt two small hands squeeze my balls from behind. I whipped around to see a gruff looking old man about 2 feet tall smiling up at me. And this motherfucker was hairy too, like "dogboy" at the sideshow. I couldn't help but choke back a laugh. In a small rough voice the midget said to me, "Just because you have two dicks, doesn't make you better than the rest of us."

aascrompn

-Nikki


aascrompn 43M
6444 posts
5/10/2006 10:44 am

I reached back and slapped Elbman right across the back of the head, causing him to roll like a bowling ball across the floor. I turned to the disgusting figure on the floor, otherwise known as Bardicman, and told him that I didn't fucking know where his money was and to go back to "the boss" and tell him to shove it. I knew this was going to be a mistake, but at least it would buy me time to find that damn whore who took my money. The blood that had been oozing from my injured body part was definitely starting to dry and I knew that I needed to take care of it before I walked out of this shit-hole that I used w/ the whore. Why the hell my cock had lacerations on it, I have yet to remember.

[blog freshmoe]


frangipanigal 46F
10406 posts
5/10/2006 6:25 pm

All the blood in my nose meant my sense of smell was somewhat diminshed, and I needed to fix that if I was going to find her and the money.

I know, I'll try the old Pinnochio trick and see if I can make it grow I thought to myself. A few lies should be easy, after all I am male...

OK, I am 6 "2 tall, I have a nine inch dick that is smooth and has great girth, until today I have never paid for sex and I promise never to look at a womans boobs instead of talking to her face ever again!

With that it started to grow and grow and grow, a whole six inches!

[blog saintlianna]


rm_saintlianna 46F
15466 posts
5/10/2006 8:23 pm

And with those six inches came another suprise. All the lacerations of unknown origin on my cock exploded with the new growth. Blood splashed, everywhere, matching my dripping nose. "AW FUCK ME" I screamed, "what am I gonna do now!!!!!!"

seriously_real


Seriously_Real 49M

5/11/2006 11:29 am

I looked around for a clean towel. Nothing. Holding my cock in my hand was nothing new, and holding a bloody cock wasn't unfamiliar, but holding a bleeding cock was making me woozy. Still looking for something to stanch the blood flow, I got on the floor to see if something had fallen.

And there, right there by the condom wrapper, the carrot shreds and the upchuck from the night before was the giant roach clip I got in the head shop earlier in the day. The day before. The day before she came into my life and left me as red as her sequined dress.

"This is gonna hurt like a motherfucker, but I won't end up like John Wayne Bobbitt, goddammit!" I muttered through clenched teeth. I pressed the roach clip open and prepared to clamp it on....

sexydisaster30


Kaliedascope61 42M
4084 posts
5/12/2006 5:39 pm

Hey trav, put this together and I'll add my two cents. I'd love to particpate in "kaliedascope" fashion, but its kinda diffucult seeing how I have no clue what is going on, and what order the story is in. Looks like somethings are just a tad bit outta whack.


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