James set me up royally!
Well, and it all depends on WHERE you start mesuring from. Omigod, I can't resist now. After you just set things up for me. :) Here's a nother short excerpt from The Taste Tester: One More Post On Size, With A Blowjob Denouement Posted May 3, 2006 I had labs last night, and I was absolutely dead tired when I got home. Jack asked about sex, but I just wasn't in the mood. So he proceeded to start to masturbate next to me. No big deal. That's pretty much our understanding, and I have no problem with it. I actually like that he can enjoy himself without any guilt while I'm there. But that's not why I'm writing. Jack was good and hard and stroking himself pretty fast, when I got a thought in my head. “Stop. Don't come until after I try something!” I exclaimed as I got up and ran downstairs. I'm sure he had all kinds of delicious sexual thoughts in his head, but I shocked him. I came back with a ruler. He actually laughed. “What, you don't trust me?” As I mentioned previously Jack had told me he was 7 1/2 inches long. I love and trust Jack, but in the back of my mind I had a sneaky suspicion that men probably took liberties with their measuring technique. Now I could find out for sure. I wasn't a total jerk, by the way: I took his cock in my mouth and sucked him for a bit. “I just need to make sure you're good and hard,” I said, smiling a wicked little smile. He was good and hard. I then pulled the ruler up and placed it at the base of the top side of his cock. I made sure it was fairly firmly pressed against his abdomen, just to make sure I didn't miss anything. Luckily, Jack has a straight cock, so it made measuring easier. Jack looked on with a rather bemused look. I could tell that he was supremely confident that he had a 7 1/2 inch cock, and that I was doing nothing more than wasting his time. His wonderful, beautiful, hard, and delicious cock measured in at... 7 inches. We seemed to be missing a half inch. I told Jack this, and he kind of shrugged. “I measured myself like four years ago. I can't remember how I did it, but I probably would have gone to some kind of extreme to make it as long as possible.” He sat up with his legs still spread. “Here, press it harder into the skin at the base,” and he proceeded to press the wooden ruler hard into the skin at the base of his cock toward his pubic bone. It actually looked a bit painful, but he didn't bat an eye. “Look,” he said. And damn if he wasn't right: 7 1/2 inches. “That can't count, though!” I exclaimed. “Why not?” “Well, if it's not something you can see with your eye or, more to the point, feel inside you. I don't think it should count.” Jack kind of shrugged and replied, “You believe what you want. I've decided right now that I'm going to round up. As of right now, my cock is 8 inches long.” I could only laugh. I was going to tease him some more, but I decided to let him have his fun. “Okay, mister. I've never sucked an eight inch cock before. I hope you're not too big for me.” I then proceeded to give him a quick blowjob. I did some sucking and licking, but mostly I licked his balls while I stroked his cock. He came pretty fast, and his cum landed on his abdomen and dripped down onto my hand. I grabbed a towel and cleaned up. I then cuddled up next to Jack and said, “I actually know exactly what your size is.” He kissed me on the head and replied, “What size is it then?” “The perfect size.”

Aw! How cute. :)

No! That was a great soapbox and something I hadn't thought of before. Thanks for steppin' up :)

I never looked at \"as\" and \"when\" in that way.

I think it entirely depends. Personally, I can't stand simple short sentences, that's not a skill, that's writing for primary school children.

You have a point also. Subject verb object can only go so far. That's what I use the as, whens, and starting sentences with phrases for--to break up the drumbeat.

I think it comes down to balance, as in all things. I am not a fan of simple short sentences myself, but I have read things that have about ten sentences linked into one big gob of ouch. Heck, I've even done it myself, I'm absolutely certain... :oops:

Niamh:I think it comes down to balance, as in all things. I am not a fan of simple short sentences myself, but I have read things that have about ten sentences linked into one big gob of ouch. Heck, I've even done it myself, I'm absolutely certain... :oops: That sums it up well.

You see, and I love simple, short sentences. I'm very direct. If Hemingway wrote porn, I'd be all over that: We saw the bulls. The bulls ran. It made Pedro hard. I enjoyed it. Ok, maybe not. But (IMHO) I'll take 10 short, well-written sentences over one long, clumsy, awkward one that goes on and on, seemingly with a point that is there, if the reader would but persist -- persist the way our pioneer ancestors did, when they forged their way across the vast, wide prairies, in search of open space, space where they could be free to be themselves, the people they really were, free from the social constraints that had forced them onto the crowded, leaking boats -- oh, the way that salt water just sank into your clothes, transforming even the finest skirts into nothing more than stinking midden heaps of spent luxury! -- and traversed the deep, wide oceans to come here, here where they could be free, by virtue of that sheer persistance, not so much to ask of a reader, really, not if they want to gaze upon the brilliance that is my prose, after all.

Wheeezzzeeeeezzz, Weeezzzzeeee Out of breath from all that.

You're tired? I had to write the damn thing! :twisted:

:lol: omgs, that was wrong. hehe. I guess it depends on who's doing the writing. I will admit to a fondness for foofy, floweriness. I can't help it. Just as long as I can still remember how the sentence began...See, I'd like it if AS Byatt wrote porn. *Snort*

I get on a certian someone here for her \\"big o'le honking\\" sentences. There is a point where it reaches too much. Of course, I'm not too keen on reading stories like this... He raised his hand. He touched his lover's cheek. He kissed his lover. He enjoyed the kiss. He slid his leg over his lover's thighs. He broke the kiss. He felt like a robot cranking out the same sentence over and over again. Edit: Or should I say... While feeling like a robot, he decided to not do it that way anymore.