Some of you may have played Mad Libs in your youth or with your kids. For those of you who haven’t, there is a text with blanks that you fill in with parts of speech; nouns, verbs, colors, names, etc. and then you get a mixed up hilarious (hopefully) story.
So today there is a special m/m text (Kris: Created for you by Tam!) that you can add your own special touch to. Click on the link below and fill in the words as requested. If you click “mad adjective” or one of the other “mad” buttons it will automatically fill those in for you with random choices.
Once you’ve gotten your own personalized mad lib m/m story, copy one or two sentences that came out rather amusing and post us for all to giggle over.
Hope you have some fun.
He could taste the olive oil on Rain’s tongue that he’d obviously been sipping on while he multiplied.
Endearment I think we need to see more of in m/m romance:
“Now pumpkin, now!” whispered Rain as he gripped Steven’s cock and pulled.
Maybe I should start sending a bottle of olive oil with my daughter to school. Her math grade might improve. LOL Yeah, pumpkin, that’s a great word.
*snort* Pumpkin is the perfect pet name for that mid-coital moment.
My other fave was:
..his mouth moved down his chest and soon be began to lick his nipples and tug on the toe nail piercing his left one..
“Toe nail piercings: all the cool kids are doing it.”
<>Steven felt himself being moved to lean over the television with his pants around his eyes. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Rain was wearing nothing but his doc martens. He was definitely depressed to see him based on the state of his hard-on.
Rain chuckled and massaged it into his hole eventually twisting 13 fingers inside him. Rain whispered “Are you ready my my little sociopath?” Steven sighed and nodded his head, oh yeah, he was ready, he’d been ready for minutes.
“Now sweetcheeks, now!” whispered Rain as he gripped Steven’s lips and pulled. With a cry the beer shot out of his cock all over the horse as Rain shouted his release behind him.<>I would really like to know where that horse came from.
LOL, Sean. “… and the horse you rode in on!” takes on a whole new meaning.
Beer, he WOULD be popular. LOL
“Why couldn’t Mrs. Penton on the main floor and her god-awful pet were-kanga move out so he could have it?” (I’m quite surprised I was the first to think of that!)
“He could taste the lube on Rain’s tongue that he’d obviously been sipping on while he scratched.” (That’s what I call getting ready!)
“He turned back and placed his head down between his teeth and waited.” (How could he EVER do that?)
Maybe he had false teeth? Ewwww.
Jesus wept, Tam. I can’t even go there. No. No, I can’t.
Matthew, nice call on the were-kanga. I predict that every household will have one in the future. *g*
He could taste the come on Rain’s tongue that he’d obviously been sipping on while he flogged.
With a cry the champagne shot out of his cock all over the corset as Rain shouted his release behind him.
ROFL!!! Totally backwards, *sipping on come* and *shooting champagne out of his cock*
Damn, how come I can’t find guys who shoot alcohol?
This was the best bit…
<>This was what he needed. Rain grasped his hips and started to hotly move faster and faster as Steven moaned an endless stream of meaningless words and sounds. “Now petal, now!” whispered Rain as he gripped Steven’s heel and pulled. With a cry the vegemite shot out of his cock all over the lost as Rain shouted his release behind him. <>Also,
<>Steven felt himself being moved to lean over the human with his pants around his ears. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Rain was wearing nothing but his socks. He was definitely overwhelmed to see him based on the state of his hard-on. <>This is such a fun idea, Kris!
ROFL. I’d love to take credit, Jen, but it was Tam’s idea. I think she was very busy at work that day. *snort*
Vegemite?? I think you’re hanging around Aussies too much. 🙂
Vegemite? Eww. Never had it but heard its nasty.
It’s not nasty! It’s for those who like food with their salt.
We interrupt this broadcast to ask <>WTF<>? And to say we know who is responsible for that “cover.” (Yeah, I’m lookin’ at you, Jenre. No wonder I can’t post comments at your blog — you fear the wrath of Khan, as you should!)
BTW, Tam, you don’t want to taste Vegemite. It’s like clotted cum with a yeast infection.
Umm, thanks for that visual there Anon. I’ll stick with Nutella.
You non-Aussies have no idea what you’re missing with Vegemite.
Sean: “Just try it, you’ll like.” it. and “It won’t hurt a bit.” Famous last words I’ve learned never to trust. LOL
Thank god Canada only has maple syrup. You can’t ever go wrong with pure sugar.
Tam: also, “Everyone else does it.”
Sean: As the mother of a teenager I’ve heard that one plenty. Usually followed by my words of wisdom, “If everyone else jumped off a bridge would you?”
HA! Just noticed the ‘cover’ for KZ’s story (after puzzling for ages over what the heck anon was going on about).
Tam, is Nutella the heroine of some porny urban fantasy? 😀
KZ: That would be a cool name. Nutella, Queen of the Night.
Now I’m craving chocolate and hazelnuts. Wonder if I have a pudding cup kicking around my office.
I think, Tam, Nutella would be a great name for a transvestite heroine!
And Anon… don’t be dissing Vegemite. It puts the rose in every cheek.
You are the author KZ, I am merely the muse. Write away. 😀
I’m really craving vegemite now.
omg this is too funny!!
<>As he neared the kitchen an armpit reached around the corner of the entry and grabbed him by his jockstrap. Next thing he knew he was pressed against the builder with a set of hot lips pressed to his toe. He could taste the urine on Rain’s tongue that he’d obviously been sipping on while he walked. This was what he needed, what he’d missed while Rain had been out of town.
Rain’s eyeballs began to work the buttons on Steven’s shirt and his mouth moved down his chest and soon be began to lick his nipples and tug on the chair piercing his left one. Steven skipped and closed his eyes. This was perfect.
“Missed you” murmured Rain around the nipple he was nibbling on. “You too” responded Steven slowly. Rain undid the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. Steven felt himself being moved to lean over the priest with his pants around his legs. Glancing over his shoulder he saw Rain was wearing nothing but his bra. He was definitely depressed to see him based on the state of his hard-on.
He turned back and placed his head down between his boobs and waited. From the corner of his eye he saw Rain pick up a bottle of milk and dribble some down his crack. “ shit !” That was cold. Rain chucked and massaged it into his hole eventually twisting 3 fingers inside him. Rain whispered “Are you ready my Precious pumpkin butt Steven sighed and nodded his head, oh yeah, he was ready, he’d been ready for a nanosecond.
He felt Rain fleetingly push in and groaned in relief. This was what he needed. Rain grasped his hips and started to sharply move faster and faster as Steven moaned an endless stream of meaningless words and sounds. “Now sweetums, now!” whispered Rain as he gripped Steven’s nose and pulled. With a cry the rum shot out of his cock all over the computer as Rain shouted his release behind him.<>
Good one Tracy. More alcohol and pumpkins. There’s a definite trend here. LOL
I wonder how an observer would describe our senses of humour based on this post and the comments??