Moderators: Stop posting erotic literature with Chavo in my thread, deleting the thread, and then abusing the merge tool to cover up your tracks when you're later embarrassed by it.
Examples from That Other Thread:
"Michael Burge hesitated for a minute, but knew what he had to do: The mark of a true professional troll was to put his craft ahead of his pride, ahead of his ego. A true troll did not practice out of mere amusement, he did it for the sole purpose of making his target as miserable as could be.
He entered the room and saw SpaceSavage at his computer ranting some inane babble:
: 'Yoda is the worst competitive Moon Queen in the history of HoN, really. It's already 30 seconds in and I know she's going to lose; she got 3 minor totems instead of a duckboot, and...'
Cutting him off, Michael Burge threw SpaceSavage onto the bed.
: "Know your place *****, you're mine now."
Surprised and with a hint of fear in his voice, SpaceSavage responded,
: 'Burge! What are you doing? This isn't...'
before Michael Burge gagged him and tied him to the wall.
: 'You've been getting pretty arrogant lately, thinking your opinions equally as valid as your superiors. It's my job to put you in your place, SpaceSavage. '
When the poor Brit saw the lube, his fear turned to panic but the gag muffled his screams.
: 'Oh this? This isn't for you, this is for me.'
To make his point clear, he mixed it with a few drops of Habenero sauce to guarantee that SpaceSavage would never forget the experience.
By morning, his panic had turned to whimpering and Michael Burge knew he had succeeded in his greatest troll ever:
: 'The little **** doesn't realize it, but I recorded the entire thing on video. Now that he knows his place he shouldn't be too much of an issue, but I still have the option of blackmail if I ever need it or happen to be particularly bored.'
Indeed, dominating the fresh new moderator had put Michael Burge one step closer to exacting his revenge on the insidious Chavo.
: 'His moderators are all loyal to ME, not him. Just a few more, and I'll finally have him.'"
Loli had always been a bit of a girly-boy - he had always been interested in flat-chested lolis and futanari hentai, but thought nothing more of it. "It doesn't make you gay, they're just a bit deviant" he thought to himself.
But one night while walking by the riverside, Loli came across a statue of Michael Burge that one of his many fans had erected. It almost emitted a glorious aura, and upon seeing this, Loli knew what his life's dream was; he knew why he had been unfulfilled all these years: He wanted his life to be given meaning by riding on the backs of those more confident than he.
And so Loli set out to prove himself to his idol Michael Burge. He led the vanguard against Chavo's insidious fortress, set fire to Valve's headquarters so the DotA 2 threads would finally stop, and even captured the lovely Nymphora for His Eminence's private use.
Months of work led to years faithfully serving under Him, and he was finally rewarded with a private business dinner in congratulations of his loyalty. Loli felt a bit ashamed, but knew he could use this chance to express his true feelings.
Loli set about polishing his nails, trimming his hair, and picked the nicest in fashion to wear to the event. He would flatter his King, winning over His heart. But during the event, something special happened:
:jera:: My dear Loli, you did not need to flatter me so. I saw you working tirelessly for my cause, I saw you put your heart into everything, I even saw you capture Nymphora knowing what would be done to her. But you stayed faithful to me in the end, always setting aside your own judgment in favor of mine.
: Oh Burge! I am wholly yours forever! Take me home, take me now!
The rush of being ravaged for hours with no end in sight was comparable to the rush of jumping out of an airplane with a sack full of caterpillars hoping they'd spin a parachute by the time you came off Cloud Nine. Michael Burge brought Loli down gently with a safe landing, the first of surely many the future had in store for them.
It doesn't matter whether the person is a man or woman, poor or rich, Brazilian or Finnish, or 14 years old or 70 years old: Without exception, you must write an erotic story featuring you and the person above you.
The hope is that this will encourage the community to bond a little more closely.
Last edited by MichaelBurge; 08-15-2011 at 03:21 PM.
Cool story bro
Got a mindset that nobody knows.
It was a lonely cold night for Michael Burge as he slept rolled up in his bed, tossing and turning unable to sleep.
Michael Burge had long lusted for a man to lay by his side in his hours of loneliness, it was this lusting that kept him awake every night...waiting....
Four hours had gone by, and Burge had finally managed to drift off asleep, when he was woken up by a strange creak in his bedroom door.
"WHAT, WHO'S THERE?" He yelled.
Burge Stood up in bed staring in the distance at his door, squinting his eyes he could seemingly make out a shadowy figure in front of the door.
Frozen in fear Burge could not take his eyes off the black figure in the distance, yet with every blink of his eyes the shadow came closer.
For what seemed like an eternity, Burge continued to stare frightened....yet somehow somewhat aroused. This feeling of terror as the shadow had made it's way to the front of his bed, Burge was waiting anxiously for what was going to happen next.
Burge closes his eyes in excitement, as he feels the covers under his bed rise up.
A soft hand slowly makes it's way up Burges leg.....drawing closer and closer to his hard .
Burge lays 'ing as he can barely handle himself anymore. Gripping the sheets with his bare hands he finally opens up his eyes. Standing there in front of him is Joybear who rips off his as Burge screams like a little girl at the top of his lungs.
"Burge.........BURGE, HEY WAKE UP"
".whu.......What?....Was I dreaming?" Burge proclaims.
"Yes Honey, you seemed to be having a nightmare"
"Oh....wow that was scary, I felt like I was in another world" 'd burge.
"Well...your ok now that your with me"
It was then when Burge was able to drift off to sleep again on LonelyQueens Bosom as she held him peacefully.
........or is it......
It was a dark night in Europe, MichaelBurge decided to do a live interview somewhere near Poland, the interview involved religion something MichaelBurge is very optimistic about.
When the interview took a wrong turn, Broodje turned up and said: "Michael, come this isn't a place for you to hang around, leave this place instantly and come join me on the train to Warshau, we need to catch a plane right now!"
MichaelBurge was confused, as he never met this Broodje, he was shallow about him, he felt like Broodje was some random troll that wanted to sleep with him. Just to in the hope of getting an offsrping that would have the looks of Broodje and the brain of MichaelBurge.
Just when they arrived at Warshau to catch their plane, Broodje stopped and took his time to explain who he was, who he truly was and why he helped MichaelBurge to get out of that horrible interview. Broodje looked up at MichaelBurge and always dreamed of growing up just like that beautiful man.
: "Michael come with me, come to my place, we're close to Holland, I want you to meet my family, my 50 cousins and 7 uncles and aunts all flew the way here from Israël, they all came here for you!"
: "But troll, sorry I keep forgetting your name, why did you save me? Why do you want me to come to Holland? How can I trust you? How can I believe you? I have so many questions unanswered."
: "Don't worry MichaelBurge, all your questions will be answered once we arrive in Holland!"
Once the beautiful couple finally arrived in Holland, they were expected by the family of Broodje. They didn't pay attention to Broodje, but immediatly sprinted towards MichaelBurge and overloaded him with several questions. They have to hurry, dinner is almost ready and MichaelBurge and Broodje are starving.
: "MichaelBurge, I baked you a pie, look!"
The cake contained the words written in Comic Sans : "MichaelBurge, will you take me on my bed this evening right now!"
: "Ow Broodje, in all this excitement I even remembered your name! Yes ofcourse I will take you tonight!"
They loved eachother passionately. And Broodje has reached it's goal by loving MichaelBurge, by pleasing MichaelBurge, by doing everything he said. And finally by making an offsrping with MichaelBurge.
This day went into the books as a day to never be forgotten again. Broodje has reached it's goal and MichaelBurge has been satisfied and the emptyness has been filled up!
What happened to the family of Broodje you might think? Well they all died.
For the purposes of this story MichaelBurge speaking is indicated by:
Whose fiery temperament, and very sexy beard represents Michael Burge.
Any other characters will be introduced including the icon representing them correctly.
Michael Burge () was relaxing doing some complicated equations in his fortress when he felt a craving for Ice Cream.
: "Brb Ice Cream, Yukari () sit and keep my seat warm."
: "With pleasure sir!"
Michael Burge left, walking through his giant fortress (that floats) to his private Ice Cream Parlor. On the way there he passed one of his many sex slaves, LonelyQueen (), whom he greeted kindly, being the forgiving man he was.
: "Good eve LonelyQueen! Ho-"
: "LUL IDC"
Michael Burge slapped her across the head, knocking her to the floor.
: "Show me some respect or I'll have you thrown back into the wastes of GD you ungrateful harlot."
Then he walked away, leaving her snivelling on the ground. Soon after he arrived in the Ice Cream Parlor, his faithful servant ElementUser () brought him his favorite Ice Cream right away.
: "Thank you ElementUser, now be gone from me, I wish to eat my Ice Cream in peace."
: "Of course sire, right away."
ElementUser murmered as he backed away, bowing. Soon after ElementUser left, Michael Burge's favorite sex slave, cute entered.
: "Please my lord, may I service you?"
She enquired submissively, Michael Burge contemplated this for a moment, thinking of the long day behind him and the event with LonelyQueen...
: "You may, I am in the mood."
Michael Burge leaned back slightly as cute crawled under the table and unzipped his pants....
Isolated () slowly walked into the small cobbler's shop in newerth. knew that the mighty cobbler, Jed961 (), famous for winning many a HoN match, was sleeping in the back. snuck into the back of the shop to find pleasuring himself.
"Oh mighty cobbler, you have no need to pleasure youself, for I am here." expressed .
"And how might you wish to pleasure me Isolated?" Said Jed961.
"I wish to make sweet passionate love to you until I can no longer move." Said .
"That can be arranged.." whispered .
brought out a pair of handcuffs and a leather whip, and let's just say they had fun...
After that, was surprised at the speed and price Isolated charged, she inspired him to create a new type of shoe, and alas :stri: was born.
me x MichaelBurge
Burning in the flames of embarrassment, I presented myself, clothed in a Gothic Lolita dress, to the Illustrious One, Michael Burge. If only to hide my flushed face, I hung my head down, letting my hair fall over my eyes; so too did I hide my hands behind my back, letting my thumbs twiddle around each other.
"Let me see your face, Hydrolisk," said Michael in His soft, velvet voice.
"Y-yes, master." I brushed aside my hair and looked up at the Illustrious One upon his throne. I felt as though hot lead was coursing through my veins as I did so.
"Dear, are you ill? Why is your face ever so red?" the Illustrious One asked.
"N-no, master, I just feel…" I could not bring myself admit my embarrassment. I ended up meekly squeezing the cloth of my dress, my knuckles white as ivory.
The Illustrious One continued his scrutiny of me, and I lowered my head as if in shame, although I knew naught of what to be ashamed of.
"M-master, if I may - " I began. I looked up and my speech left my throat as I saw that the Illustrious One was now looking deep into my eyes; I could see myself in the pitch black of His irises.
"Master!" I was very much startled; He was within arms reach! Flustered, I bowed my head once more, but then, a certain cold tinged the underside of my chin, stopping me. By the time I realized it was the Illustrious One's own finger lifting it, I was gazing into the infinite serenity of His eyes. An eternity seemed to pass as I lost myself in His clear eyes.
"M-… Michael…" I whispered. Our noses were about to touch. My lips were then ravished by His lips. A fiery blaze erupted within my heart, a great conflagration that could even reduce diamonds to ashes. It burned and burned without stopping, just as His lips did not cease to fuel it. Time seemed frozen by our kiss alone.
When He released me, at last, I was panting for breath.
And so we kissed once more, our tongues intertwining within each others mouths, writhing and twisting powerfully together, and sometimes, flitting about each other like butterflies playing amongst the flowers. My love for him flourished as our saliva mixed together, an intoxicating solution that I swallowed as though I was dying of thirst.
The second time we stopped, He said to me, "Let us go into my private quarters." And so I followed him, timidly holding his hand, and yet I was excited. The Illustrious One was taking me into His room!
When we arrived, I was trembling with anticipation. He opened the door, and I beheld a royal room, with scarlet drapery hanging about a large, welcoming, crimson bed, towards which we made our way. He invited me to take a seat upon it, after which, He, whilst still standing, allowed our lips to embrace seal together once more. Slowly, he crept forward, and I in turn gave up more and more of the bed until we were sensually kissing in the centre of the bed, He on top of me. I shuddered as the Illustrious One massaged my flat chest and tickled my belly. I could not help but to laugh slightly.
A smile split the Illustrious One's face: "Cute."
Passionately, we embraced; I wrapped my arms around His neck as he stripped me of my dress, all the while pecking me with his pink lips. I giggled as He gazed up into my eyes, his face lying upon my stomach. Slowly, he massaged my undeveloped breasts.
"I love you," He whispered.
Soon enough, we found each other naked on the bed in heated embrace.
"Oh, master, please be gentle…"
"Of course, my dear."
=== out ===
do a story bout me Go.
Got a mindset that nobody knows.
Got a mindset that nobody knows.
i'm at iphone, i barely type this
Got a mindset that nobody knows.
At first I was like
Then I was like
I'll write something when I am done with my gloriously long paper for Learning and Memory
someone will reply, DO IT QUICKLY
Got a mindset that nobody knows.
I already included you in my story about me and Michael Burge.