Saturdays the readers get a chance to write something, use the picture as inspiration or perhaps suggest something for others to write. Four pictures to choose from this time – don’t forget to let people know what picture you’re using.
**THE STORIES/REQUESTS ARE IN THE COMMENTS**
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Sean leans back in his chair and throws his hands in the air. "Don't just vote 'Not for me' tell me why you don't like them," he groans, "if you don't tell me you'll just get more of the same."
ReplyDeleteHe scratches his stubble thoughtfully, "I could really be using my time better. There are hardly any comments now, hardly any voting," he sighs, "maybe it's getting to the point where we should wind up the blog and put it to rest." He rests his head in his hands. "All the writers work so hard, but I think--like me--they feel unappreciated for all the time and effort they put in."
He looks through the blog posts, smiling at his favourites from Gary, Nemo, Curious, Erick, Slick, Warhawk and the rest. "It would be a shame to see this all go just because the readers don't care and only come here for a fix without telling anyone how much they enjoy the stories. I'll give it a week and see how I feel," Sean murmurs.
Nice Sean nice lol
DeleteBut yeah some credit and some chats would be amazing
WE LOVE YOU ALL <3
Deletedon't take this down! never thought i'd find a site like this. what be really cool would be if we could post our own photos..not saying the ones you post aren't hot but i tend to want to write stories about people in my daily life. get more inspiration from these ones. the whole having to email you them process is a little too hard. maybe you could allow guest posts (of photos)
DeleteMaybe I will just have to temporarily take control of your body, Sean, and try and convince you otherwise, hehe. I'm teasing, but in all seriousness please don't go, we loves you and your writing so much, like Gollum loves the ring. You sir are our precious!
DeleteWow, thanks everyone - feel a lot better now :)
DeleteLove that last comment, thanks Anon.
Well, I don't feel "unappreciated". I feel out of the little circle of authors; you all commenting on each other's stuff but not really acknowledging mine. [This isn't me saying "Oh hey! Next time I post something everyone go comment because I had to point it out!] But that's okay. And I mean, I don't want you to stop writing just because you feel "unappreciated"; and with the exception of that anonymous poster offering a cash reward, all the writing is just done recreationally. Also, why should the whole blog shut down because one author left? When Erick left the blog [well, owner-wise] you just kept the blog going. So wouldn't it just be the same thing? Your stories are great, but you worry too much what the readers think. You've already asked before that they say why they don't like it, and they haven't said yet really why they don't like it, so I don't understand why you worry what they don't like; There are also a lot of stories with high votes of "Awesome" too! I admit, I've clicked "Not for me" on several of the "Caption This" posts because either i) I don't like the photos, or ii) I don't really like having multiple choices; but if I recall correctly, that's what the readers requested, isn't it? Anyways, you're fabulous, and you know it. Don't get so down, buttercup.
Delete-Curious d;
thats quite patronising
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DeleteWhile I might agree that the blog would more than likely continue without Sean. I do feel that I must point out that Sean offers much more than curator of the blog.
Sean brings it all together, organizes it, suggests things, helps other authors.
I would also like to point out that although the writing is recreational, it takes an awful lot of effort from every writer on here, from the novices to the experts.
The voting system is useful as it helps readers get feedback where they can analyse where they went wrong or right; So that they and others can work out what or how to write next. Comments are a "brucey" bonus.
The blog gets many many visitors per week and its nice to get feedback from comments or votes. The comment that Sean put this week was meant as a wake up call only and it seemed to have the desired effect.
As writers we talk to each other via other means, so maybe we could take a different tact on this and post comments to each other on our work, but I always vote for the ones I like.
The prize money was a really nice gesture during September. And I have to admit I was weary of accepting any prize money and I even suggested that that it should of been a donation to the winning writers charity.
Your right it is a recreational activity, and none of us would do it it we didn't want too. My problem is not having enough time to write. I have all the ideas in my head, just not the time to create the stories.
Sean needs a big thank you from us all for continuing to keep this blog going and organizing it all, and not patronizing comments.
Curious, I think you need to get out of your zone of "feeling out of place with the authors". Your work is great and i hope to see more of it.
Sean, (and Erick) THANK YOU for the blog and all of your help. Sean (and i imagine quite a few readers) know the quality of my work before I began writing on here.
My writing is no longer a "fix" it is a passion. Although the genre is fiction, many of my stories are based around real life experiences with observations and suggestions from day to day living and i enjoy it. I almost consider it a diary of where I was or what i was doing at the time i wrote that particular story.
So guys, Please continue to support the blog, Big it up for us all.
Thanks
I understand your point, and I apologize for coming off as "patronizing" and I wasn't suggesting at all, that he doesn't do anything, I was just a bit defensive because I mean, where else would I write stories like these? Just because one author is having a tough time, everyone needs to stop? By the way you phrased things, it sounds like he talks to you a lot, so obviously, he has you and the other authors to talk to, as well as multiple fans of the site, to talk to and help him remember that he's a great author.
DeleteAnd honestly, your comment, other than pointing out how I was "patronizing", (which was already said by anonymous) served no purpose. I already know all that stuff about Sean. In case you don't remember, I was an author here before you.
and as for your "I think you need to get out of your zone of "feeling out of place with the authors". Your work is great and i hope to see more of it." comment, how do those two points even connect?
I didn't say anything about my work "not being great." I was speaking about how all the other authors talk to each other. So please take time to actually read my comments, before going off on a tirade.
Also, I wasn't saying "Oh hey, don't vote or comment on each other's stories." My point was that Sean made a blanket statement for all of us saying that we feel unappreciated, and I was saying that -I-, yes I, myself, Curious, didn't feel that way.
And I didn't say there was anything wrong with accepting the money. Once again, read my comment instead of skimming and slamming me.
"Wah wah, Curious is a jerk!" Mission Accomplished Boys.
Why don't we all just have a great big group hug, and squeeze all these tensions away. :D We can all sit down by a meatmorphical campfire and sing cumbiyuh. What do you say guys, lets all move on, write pretty stories, and be friends!
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DeleteAwww If I had won anything I would have chosen the HRC "Human Rights Campaign", as my charity of choice. =) But that is a sweet idea, of money going to a charity.
Also I think we all need to sit back, take a deep breath and relax. I think far too much is being made of a rather minor thing that seems to have resolved itself. And no I'm not talking to any one person here, this is meant for everyone. Wub you guys!
Unappreciated? I really don't think so. THe writers are quite amazing... no small effort in crafting the stories. Y'all have at least one big supporter, Sean. I would miss the talented writers and their wares.
ReplyDeletei would like to see something with the first pic. something that is not body suit related
ReplyDeleteyo aprecio mucho este blog, la verdad me es difícil ahora mismo pensar, pero si quieres que haga una aportación (y solo puedo decir que no sera de gran calidad puesto que ahora no estoy inspirado) lo voy a hacer, ademas las entradas de "caption this" no son exactamente lo mio, pero que nadie se atreva a decir jamas que no me importa este blog ¿ok?
ReplyDeleteimagen 1: después de pasar la semana cuidando del pequeño Joey, Kevin se sentía cansado, sus padres habian salido de segunda luna de miel y ellos no regresarían hasta dentro de 2 semanas mas, una noche después de acostar a el pequeño de solo 2 años de edad, Kevin se sentó al lado de la cama y porque era una noche muy calurosa, él se encontró solo en ropa interior antes de caer dormido, al despertar Kevin sintió una molestia en su entrepierna, al abrir los ojos se encontró dentro de la cuna de joey y en el cuerpo de su hermano, para colmo tenia el pañal mojado y al mirar a su lado pudo ver su cuerpo en el suelo en ropa interior hecho un ovillo, mas allá de todas las ideas que llegaban a su cabeza, la mas importante era: ¿como regresar a la normalidad antes de que sus padres regresaran?
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DeleteI appreciate this blog, really I think it's hard now, but if you want to make a contribution (and I can only say that there will be high quality because now I am not inspired) I'll do it, plus entries "caption this "are not exactly my thing, but no one ever dares to say I do not mind this blog ok?
Image 1: after spending the week taking care of the little Joey, Kevin was tired, his parents were out of second honeymoon and they would not return for another 2 weeks, one night after the little one to bed only 2 years old, Kevin sat beside the bed and it was a very hot night, he found himself alone in his underwear before falling asleep, waking Kevin felt a tightness in his groin, eye opening was within the joey cradle and the body of his brother, to top it had a wet diaper and looking at his side could see his body on the floor in a heap underwear, beyond all ideas that came to his head, most important was how to return to normal before their parents return?
imagen 2: aveces en la escuela se ven cosas muy extrañas, como el día en el que me encontré observando a Rick y a Cody, ellos era buenos amigos y yo sabia que eran amantes, pero este hecho era un secreto a voces, ese dia en particular, vi a Cody sentado sobre Rick, debió de haber sido mi imaginación tal vez mi tiempo frente al monitor de mi computadora finalmente me había vuelto susceptible a las alucinaciones, porque en un momento empece a observar como uno y otro chico se fundían en una masa irreconocible de piel y vestimentas que poco a poco comenzó una vez mas a tomar formas humanas, fue un proceso lento e increíble pero cuando todo regreso a la normalidad vi la misma escena pero esta vez invertida, ambos chicos sonreían como si les hubieran contado una gran broma, luego se levantaron, me miraron, e hicieron una seña de que guardara silencio y se marcharon sin explicarme nada, ¿Fue mi imaginación?
ReplyDeletebien espero que les interesen mis comentarios como ya he dicho no estoy muy inspirado ahora, saludos desde México.
C.E.
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DeleteImage 2: sometimes in school are very strange things, like the day that I met Rick and Cody watching, they were good friends and I knew they were lovers, but this was an open secret, that day in particular saw Cody sitting on Rick, must have been my imagination maybe my time in front of my computer monitor I finally had become susceptible to hallucinations, because at one point I started to look like either a guy melted unrecognizable mass of skin and clothes gradually began once again to take human form, was a slow and unbelievable but when things return to normal saw the same scene but this time invested, both boys smiled as if they had told a big joke, then got up, looked at me, and made a sign to be quiet and left without explaining anything, was it my imagination?
well hope that interest my comments as I said I'm not very inspired now, greetings from Mexico.
C.E.
Pense que era el unico Mexicano que leia esta seccion, pues agradable saber que un paisano lo hace tambien, saludos!
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ReplyDeleteStop with the nerd revenges, the bought/easy taken body suit.Those people being possessed/turned into bodysuit/swaped are dumb and kinda the same over and over again. I like something rough, something with meat/ blood/ evil demon lord/ tentacle and must have a twisted story. For example, looking at pic 1. Picture a male body just lay there in your room, hmmm juicy body, full of youthful energies. Washing your drool of your mouth, you think to your shelf "When did the last time i eat a straight. All those pussy like men made me sick but they are easy to find." Hmmm, you drool again " I can't hold this anymore, time to wake him up, food should be served raw". "What ... where am i, who ar...ahhh" the scream, you always love it, those delicious sound one make when they facing death. With your teeth bite harder and harder,scream louder you shout at the men.The warm flow of red blood eject of his neck and into your mouth, with every drop your body become younger and more muscular then before, at the same time his body become paler and withered ... (pardon my english, I not really good at it yet. But that it's it, you should wider your range of topic, let's your wildest dream come true. Finally, please don't think that you're not being appriciated, this site and the stories it's brought to me a kinda priceless. I don't know what i'm gonna read after 12 o'clock if you shut this site down. So please keep up the good work)
ReplyDelete*CORRECTION* Please delete my previous comment.
Delete"Stop with the nerd revenges, the bought/easy taken body suit.Those people being possessed/turned into bodysuit/swaped are dumb and kinda the same over and over again."
I vehemently DISAGREE with that assertion. I LOVE body swaps and they NEVER get old to me. Personally, no offense here but your idea does not appeal to me in the slightest, to me that would be boring and kind of nasty. If I want blood and guts and gore, I'll turn on some sort of horror movie involving zombies or vampires... I do love horror movies, but things of that nature in transformation fiction are silly to me. But reading that I lost interest in the first two sentences... If you like it that's fine go for it, It's just something I wont't read, but please do not discourage the authors from writing things that others of us do not find boring, but love and enjoy.
i've been with you guys since the old yahoo group days, and I alway appreciate two work you do. even though the voting buttons don't work on my phone, I take the time every once and a while to vote on my computer.
ReplyDeletesometimes I feel some of the viewers here are a little too self entitled, you guys aren't paying for this. the authors here do this because they want to. you should honestly appreciate the fact that the authors are taking their precious time just for your gratitude and nothing more. some of them are nice enough to even ask to tailor their stories around what *you* like.
sorry about the rant. either way, I like what you guys do, and even if I feel like my tastes aren't being represented, I figure that ill just have to write some of my own stories :) though I can't say if anyone else will like them.
To me image one is calling out for a mental AR. A stud is being regreessed to have the mind of an infant.
ReplyDeleteImage three seems to have a ghost story gibe. A buddy of the older guy who died in WWII is haunting him looking for a new opportunity to live. Maybe the buddy has been possessing the old guy and his now trying to move on to a new body, but the old guy is keeping the possessor trapped in the aged body.
I love reading you and the other author's work contributed here Sean. I have even contributed a few things of my own under "Caption This" and will comment when I have the opportunity to do so. I implore you not to cease writing, let alone shut down this site. However, if for some reason you do decide to give up on this site and writing (which I sincerely hope that you do not), can you at least please hand the reigns of the site over to another author who would be willing to take the lead? I think it would be a tragedy to see the whole site shut down, at the very least let someone else take command so that the site doesn't disappear with you. I HOPE you do not decide to leave, that is the last thing I want, and I love all that the authors contribute here. Please continue to stay on and write, but at the very least do not take this site down ever.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading all the stories. Pls do not stop this blog and leave. I appreciate all the authors' hard work.
ReplyDeletealien possessions of cocky jocks, thats what i like
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Would it surprise you to know that I died a long time ago? Yep that’s right I’m dead, died at the age of 20 in a freak car crash. Let me tell you I was pissed! My whole life was ahead of me, there was college, sex, landing my first job, growing old. It looked like none of that was going to happen after all. But then again, if that’s what happened in the end how would I be able to be writing this now? Luckily for there was another alternative to death, I would have taken any alternative however the one I found definitely has its benefits.
After my soul left my old body, instead of
dissipating and returning back to the universe it clung to life and to my consciousness. I floated above the clouds, above the people and cities and I could feel my being evaporating. I willed myself closer to the people; I needed a new vessel to contain my essence.
I approached a young man on the street, he was buff and blond, much like I was when I was alive. I tried to enter his body, he shivered, however every time I tried to enter him I felt myself being pushed back out. His soul was resisting the presence of my own from within and I would need a more physical food hold in order to gain access. But how could I possibly get that?
I moved and saw a pawn shop and I knew what I had to do. In the window was a chain necklace and although not a body it would be able to contain my spirit and prevent it from further dissipating. I entered inside of it. I knew my soul had stopped evaporating just like someone in a bath knows that the plug has somehow made its way back to the plughole.
It was cold inside of the necklace however I knew all I would have to do was have patience...maybe I’d get a second chance at life after all!
Months past and let me tell you life as a piece of metal was not riveting. People would try me on in the shop, or touch me and I would feel the warm of their life against my soul, beckoning me inside. However I never attempted to enter, I knew that although my soul was intact within the chain I would still not be able to wrestle control of a conscious victim.
Finally someone bought me.
At once he put me around his neck and I could his warm body against my spirit. I knew his name was David and he was 22, around my age. A big difference between David and my old body was that he was Indian, but had been born here and the only difference between our lives was our skin colour.
Regardless I was excited.
Night approached and luckily for me David kept the chain on. Slowly yet surely I felt David’s soul go to sleep. At that moment I struck from with inside the chain. My soul pushed against the confines of the metal chamber and into David’s body. I still felt a resistance however I easily brushed it aside, I positioned myself behind David’s soul and pushed it away from control of his own mind. It came unstruck, like the tentacles of a squid and i placed my soul in its place. Gluing myself tightly to the consciousness of my new mind and body.
On shaky new feet I went over to the light switch and turned on the light. I hadn’t given David’s body much thought, he was just my ticket back to life however in the light I could help but smile. I saw my dark skinned body for the first time. My smooth chest, my new dark eyes and muscular body. Shaking and twitching my arms I felt myself gain better control by the second.
part two
ReplyDeleteMy new black dick stood to attention. You’d think nearly dying would of curbed my sexual appetite but my new body felt otherwise. I began to take off the chain, it was no use to me anymore. However the moment it left my chest I felt my control over David wane.
At once I knew that I could only life while whatever physical body I inhabited touched the chain. I quickly knew that I would have to obtain a more permanent solution. But at that very moment I wanted to explore my new body.
I sat over at the computer, turned the web cam on and took off all my clothes, except the chain of course. With a hesitant finger I started playing with my new arse hole, which was surprising since I was not gay..However I suppose this body was. At once my black dick stood to attention and I knew Id be able to shove my fingers deep inside. Legs up on either side of the chair I brought my black arse up and ploughed my fingers straight in and slowly out again. it wasn’t long before my tummy was covered in creamy white cum.
While I loved david’s body I wanted one that was more like my own, and along with my new sexuality
i decided that this would be too hard to find.
The next night we found ourselves at a gay bar in the city. I saw who i wanted almost instantly and I knew that both myself and david would be happy. Across the room was a massive body builder. David wanted him as much as I did and i knew that one way or the other we would be leaving together. Strangely enough he came up to me.
Words were briefly exchanged, his name was Jimmy, closet case and apparently very horny. Which was good because so was I. It wasn’t long before I had my black arse naked and I was itching to have his dick inside of my arse instead of my own fingers. I pulled him, bareback and he rode me, with every thrust I made him fuck me harder until sweat beaded across his stubby face and across his bare chest. I had both hands on his chest as the chain bounded up and down on mine. With a mighty grown i knew that he was about to climax and at that moment I chose to strike.
My soul exited David’d body and bore it’s way deep inside of Jimmy. At once Jimmy knew someone was wrong and attempted stop midfuck however now with David back in control of his own body he was not about to let that happen. As if awoken from dream only to find it a reality David kissed Jimmy passionately and forced him deeper and deeper inside of his body. This allowed me to enter him easier.
Slowly i gained control of Jimmy’s body and with what little control i could gain I continued to thrust deeper into David. His black pecs bounced up and down as my veiny balls smacked against his pink booty hole. I could feel that Jimmy was about to blow his load and at that moment I struck. With Jimmy’s orgasm his soul lost complete control of his body. Suction caps off completely. This would be different to David. My soul lacked on and completely pushed Jimmy out. I was left shuddering and moaning from the ordeal however David rubbed my body and caressed my new chest. Jimmy was gone forever and now I was in complete control.
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Nice story, thanks for contributing to the blog :)
DeleteNeed to post your initials Anon, so we can find your work again.
SI :p
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When I swapped bodies with the 18 year old adonis , Tyler Jenson, I thought my life would be set! In my former life and body I was known as Felix Hunt, a fat nerdy loser no-body who suffered from severe depression. My depression was exacerbated by the constant bullying I endured due to my homosexuality and my less than appealing looks and nerdy interests in things such as "Dungeons and Dragons".
Now that I have swapped bodies with Tyler, people no longer mess with me for being openly gay. I still get a few raised eye brows for maintaining my love of "Dungeons and Dragons" and the sort, but people respect me and admire me because I am so handsome and sexy. No one dares mess with me because I am such a total stud.
Despite having a total better body and life, I still am depressed quite frequently. I don't get it. I thought being treated differently and admired would make me happy. But even when I go on a date with a guy my old personality slips through and I screw up the date, out of feelings of insecurity.
People have even started to bully me again because I just have not maintained the personality and masculine alpha male ego that the former Tyler did.
I've completely lost his tough guy persona, and have taken on my sheepish passive qualities that had plagued me in my old body.
I suppose the body doesn't always make the man. My old personality and mind set seem to be holding me back, as my lack of confidence and my depression continue plaguing me.
I often will take off all of my clothes and stare at my awesome new body in the mirror, in order to boost my ego and make myself feel better as I jerk one off in my body.
The boost I get is fleeting though, and it never lasts as I slip back into my old melancholy ways. I just got done tugging one out after worshiping myself in the mirror, but yet here I am curled up on the floor, stripped down to my underwear, in a ball of depression. I wonder what I can do to rid myself of the demons that continue to haunt me.
no, somos varios, soy de Guadalaja
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