Karada House is challenging you to write your own little kinky queer smut story!

This idea was born in our queer community hang out and you can be part of it now. We start the story, you take over and make it into your own juicy hot story. Let this writing exercise take you into the depths of you kinky (un)conscious. Give yourself a good time and then submit your story (with your name or anonymous, whatever you prefer) to us.

With all the collected stories we will create a sizzling hot evening of reading kinky queer smut online. Meow.

How this challenge works:

  • We start the story’s first paragraph right underneath this text
  • You pick up the story from there and write your own text.
  • Keep it short-ish (try to stay within the realm of 3.500 words max)
  • Send us your story either via info [a] karada-house.de or in the contact form below

Requirements:

  • You must use the beginning of the story that is written underneath this text
  • You must insert the following words into the story: Leberwurst, flamingo, your mothers panties, humongous
  • Deadline: June 15th, 10pm

This fucking pandemic! After what felt like years in confinement because of the lock down they hardly felt like themselves any more. All that was left was the hollow shell of a person who played along and tried to be a good citizen and a good offspring to their parents with which they were forced to cohabitate with. One more of mom’s fresh baked bread and this shell would burst into one thousand screaming pieces. Was there anything left of the queer kinky smut-loving person that they used to be only two months prior?

They needed to get out of the house! They needed air. And trees and birds and hugs and thirsty gazes and hands all over their body and someone to smack them in the face really hard and pinch their nipples and tell them to cum…

But instead the days were all about doing home office, watching Tagesschau and baking. They needed something else. Something queer and juicy. At least a tiny bit of it to feel more alive so off they went on this sunny day that promised a summer that was already spoilt before it even began.  An hour later they got their trees and birds and queer at Hasenheide. You know, the place right between the lake and Columbiadamm. The cruising area, a little piece of queer kinky slutty heaven…