I have an activity I like to do when I'm bored. I like to write short (sometimes erotic) stories where each word starts with the next letter of the alphabet. It gets really hard right around U, and almost invariably involves at least one charater named Xavier, but the confines make it fun...
example:
Abrasions, bruises, cervical damage... Eventually, fucking gets hard. In Jersey, Kayla lays motionless. No other pussy quite revealed such trauma. Unlike vaginas without xanthoma, your zeal automatically becomes comatose.
...and so on.
I know it's no Parcheesi, but give it a shot, and post what you come up with!
Although Bradley claimed disbelief, every friend got hints. "I just know," Lisa mentioned nervously, over peas. Questionable reactions started there.
Under vile, wicked xenomancy, your zest abolished, Bradley caught damning evidence for guilt he inheirited.
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Not even a little sexy, I'll be honest. But it's a start.
And babies could dangle erections, from gaping holes if Janet kilborn let me notify oppressive police. Quandaries rendered Sammy totally, utterly, vexed with xenophobic young zebras.
A boy can't dick every fucking girl however I just knew last Monday Natalie O'Donnell (partner Quentin Richards) salivated totally, urgently, violently, with XXX yearning.
Zorro.
"Zorro."
Love it.
Anal blowouts, can damper every fucking good hour in Jersey.
lmfao.
Asphyxiation bored Chris, Dan enjoyed fucking Gregory hard in juicy k-holes, licking my naughty open pustules. Quite rested, Steven talked undulating variations: xenophobic yearning zestfully.
Abortion bothered Chris. Daria exited Family Genesis hand in Jeremy's kind, loving mandibles. Never offering pleasantries, queer resolutions staggered tumuluously uninviting vaginal x-rays, Yorick zig-zagging apologetically.
A brain challenge, demanding elegant form, germane handling, insight, just keeps lengthening my nonsensical offered prose. Quit? Really? Sorry. That undermining villainy Xs your zeal.
“Ask Bill?”
“Can’t do enough fucking goddamn heroics ...”
“I just –“
“Killed lil’ Maryanne?”
“No!”
“Oh, please...quit rationalizing. Stop. The undertaker verified with x-rays. Yeah. Zilch.”
(in NO WAYS erotica)
(but I wonder what proceeded and comes after this conversational snippet - cool exercise)
That is awesome boone.
Anne buried cats, Dave excavated felines, Gunter had intended juxtaposing kittens. Losing more new ocelots purposely. Quality reproduction sometimes turned utterly voracious. Winston's xylophone yielded zealously.
(I don't know where I was going with that last sentence.)
Amazing, Beth cooed deciding enough fucking. Gregory hastened injection justifying kind language. Madeline Nymph opened Patrick's quizzical rectum surveying the undercarriage. Very wasted Xi yodeled zealously against being cock driven even forgetting giving Hope intense jurisdiction. Kinky ladies manage necrophilia orgy party quests surprisingly. Tailor uses Vanities wax xylophones yeast zucchini.
I think I'm done for now.
Ants began chewing dick. Ed fucked, gyrating his inches. Jerking, kicking, laughing. Many nights of pain quickened resistance, stamina. Then, under various workers, xanax yielded zzz's.
"Another belt can't do evil." Fred grimaced, having initially juiced Kaopectate liquor. "My neighbor often poses, quietly reclined so the upshot view wakes xenophobes' yucky zoological atrocities."
“A beatific concerto, daring experimental flights giving heavenly instrumental joyousness, karmic loveliness, musical nirvana, pleasure’s quintessence,” reviews stated. Truly, unprecedented verbiage! Xerothermic, your zeal...
Zitherists yowling, xylophonists whanging, violinists unorthodoxly twiddling strings – really quite pretentious, obstreperous noise – making loathsome kaleidoscopic jangling – infernal hullabaloo – god-awful, fearsome ear-rending dins – cringing, Boone absconds.
(sometimes I'm more of a f*ck-rounder than a writer....)