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wasn’t nervous because she wasn’t fidgeting anymore. In her mind, she pictured the victory. Soon, she would become a hero among the heroes of her kind.</p><p id="d953">“I selected you all because of your marvelous dicks. You all have the perfect dick shape. Your keys fit my lock. Please pull down your pants now.”</p><p id="f89b">They all obeyed because having the perfect dicks made them feel proud.</p><p id="dac7">Fifteen minutes later, Stella had shattered the dick-sucking world record. She was the new suckerfish queen.</p><p id="97bb">This was my second response to <a href="undefined">Bradan Writes Stories</a>’ <a href="https://readmedium.com/monday-mash-up-18-70253a0a50ab">prompt</a>. Thank you for the good fun, Bradan. <i>Readers! Can you guess what the constraints were?</i></p><p id="612f">I wrote this second tale because <a href="undefined">Jonathon Sawyer</a>’s asked me for something depraved. <i>How naughty of you, Jon! </i>Here’s his answer to the prompt:</p><div id="14ea" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/elevator-to-heaven-629ee4761582"> <div> <div> <h2>Elevator to Heaven</

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h2> <div><h3>“We’re going up up up up UP!”</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*JvF20n52AxhRCYR_6OEViA.jpeg)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="3985">Jonathon also challenged <a href="undefined">The Night Bunny</a>, but I’m not sure he answered yet (?).</p><p id="7c2a"><b>Read another prompt response by <a href="undefined">Sonja Glucksberg</a>:</b></p><div id="6ef6" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/to-fuck-or-not-to-fuck-that-is-the-question-976447579ece"> <div> <div> <h2>To Fuck or Not to Fuck, That Is the Question</h2> <div><h3>undefined</h3></div> <div><p>undefined</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/1*JFncOKZ2DUNwv8DrDGoaZQ.png)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

Life Outside The Bowl

It’s blow or die out there.

Stella looked around and smiled. It appeared random, but it had taken her team months to organize this “accident.” The fifteen men in the elevator were with her because of a careful selection process.

“I’m sure you all are wondering why I’ve gathered you here today,” she said. They didn’t need to answer; she could read their minds. “Gathered?” they all thought, “what is this? And where did the voice come from?!”

They couldn’t see her. Not yet. If all swam well, in less than fifteen minutes, they would know and remember her forever.

It was the moment of truth, and Stella felt like a small fish in a big pond. But she was ready. She knew she wasn’t nervous because she wasn’t fidgeting anymore. In her mind, she pictured the victory. Soon, she would become a hero among the heroes of her kind.

“I selected you all because of your marvelous dicks. You all have the perfect dick shape. Your keys fit my lock. Please pull down your pants now.”

They all obeyed because having the perfect dicks made them feel proud.

Fifteen minutes later, Stella had shattered the dick-sucking world record. She was the new suckerfish queen.

This was my second response to Bradan Writes Stories’ prompt. Thank you for the good fun, Bradan. Readers! Can you guess what the constraints were?

I wrote this second tale because Jonathon Sawyer’s asked me for something depraved. How naughty of you, Jon! Here’s his answer to the prompt:

Elevator to Heaven

“We’re going up up up up UP!”

medium.com

Jonathon also challenged The Night Bunny, but I’m not sure he answered yet (?).

Read another prompt response by Sonja Glucksberg: