Write what you want, not to meet requirements I demand. That being said –Basic CHYOA rules apply:• ‟Avoid excessive violence.” Erotic material... not guro. [Leave her/him in condition for sex the next day even if exhausted at the end of this session.]• ‟Each chapter should be minimum 100 words in length, or 2-3 paragraphs. This rule is not set in stone, but try to write very short chapters only when really necessary.” My opinion, I don't think it is ever necessary to claim five words are a. It instantly brought to his mind Barbarella and her adventures of free-lovin’ across all ends of the galaxy. Pink fog rolled from the inside of the craft and soon mingled with the blue fog, pierced only by the slow descent of a segmented landing ramp, its mechanical whirring breaking the silence of the neighborhood. In his meticulous rush to capture every engineering detail of the craft onto his paper for future studies, Julius must have ignored the sounds of his mother, Brandi, and two younger. Chic climbed off my face as I lay there breathing heavy, what a party this had been, I jumped in the shower again watched by chic, she was patiently waiting for her turn, as I got out of the shower and put on my boxers she said “can we go to bed now, please take me and fuck me?” how could I refuse such a request,We made our way through the mangle of bodies, Anna and Helena had gone, Hans was just lining up Valentine to finish what he started, the 2 German girls were drinking beer and waiting. I found my thoughts wandering, thinking of the lady in blue. Eating here with her – sipping wine – laughing together. I shook my head. That was way premature. I didn’t even know her name. I finished lunch and in an hour later, I was back on the road home. The afternoon passed in a blur of people and tasks. There is always more to do at the vineyard than there are hands. Somehow, I still managed to find myself thinking about her. I was reviewing an analysis on the latest batch of fermentation.