Novel: love in the era of the internet

Hello, World!

Let's write an erotic novel together. Here is how it works:

1) The novel is started with a title and the first sentence, which is labeled #1.

2) You guys (aka "World") can continue writing the novel with a sentence or paragraph. Make sure to label your sentence (or paragraph) with the next number (#2).

3) The next reader can write a sentence or paragraph, and label it either #3 (if you want to continue from #2) or #2 (if you want to continue from #1). In other words, the novel can have more than one version.

4) After writing your part, you can add new part and label it with a consecutive number. For example, you finished #2 and an hour later add a new paragraph to it, then label it #3.

OK, let's get started:

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NOVEL: LOVE IN THE ERA OF THE INTERNET

#1:
It was 3:00AM. Jack woke up to the suspicious moans seeping through the thin wall of his apartment in downtown Amsterdam.

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  • #6 Jill: "Only if I still get to call you Harry"
    Jack: "You're into some weird shit, young lady. Calling the man you're cheating with by the name of your significant other..."
    Jill: "Now I'll only do it if you reciprocate."
    Jack: "You lovely little bitch!"
    Jack yelled with a smirk on his face as he picked Jill up and swung her around.

    A 69. Classy.
    Jill screamed in surprise and pleasure as she glided through the air.
    Jill: "Goddamn you filthy man-whore! Fuck you!
    I love you!"

    And they were at it until they fell asleep. Still flipped around.

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    • (Screw it, let's keep going! :D)

      #7 The next day was a blindingly bright Sunday.

      Or at least Jack thought. His head was still ringing, and his face, still full of pussy. He gently pushed Jill to the side, and looked at the clock.

      1PM!? Day-um he must have slept in.

      Then he remembered. He was up at three in the morning sucking/getting sucked off by some poor bastard's girlfriend. He still felt pretty horny though, with his psuedo morning wood poking through his boxers.

      Normally it's pretty ridiculous to expect sex after proding your sleepy companion with your needy man-meat, but it proved suprisingly effective as Jack grinded his pulsing groin against Jill's still-wet roast beef through his boxers.

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      • #8 Jill stirred from her sleep and saw the eagerness on Jacks face. She giggled a little bit and looked up at him lustfully.

        "You want some more?" she hinted gliding her tongue down his ripped stomach towards his groin.

        Jack twitched in anticipation and fell back in ecstasy as she took him her mouth using long strokes. Europhia pulsed through every inch of his body, his toes curling as he came and Jill swallowed it down.

        After he stopped convulsing, Jill reached up and kissed him on the lips. After all, it would be rude for a gentleman to refuse a kiss.

        She then leant in close and whispered in his ear....

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        • #9 "Tooooot...", Jack clumsily controlled what he thought was a silent flatulence.

          - "Damn it, Jack! You are unbelievable!" Jill complained.

          - "Sorry, babe. I thought it was a mute one, he he." Jack explained.

          - "And then what? You were just going to make me take it?" Jill was annoyed.

          Silence.

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          • #10
            "This isn't just gonna be a one-night stand now is-"

            Jill slammed the door, having made use of the long silence to get dressed.

            "I'M TELLING HAR- err, shit. She's gone"

            Jack decided to head back for the pub. Maybe he'll get lucky twice.

            He's been thinking a lot about that cute bartender a lot too..

            Jack licked his lips, fantasizing about having Larry, the bearded bartender, all to his own damn self.

            Jack slipped on his jacket, and took a brisk walk in the direction of his fantasy.

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            • #11 He tried his hardest, but no matter what he couldn't stop thinking about Jill. He'd brush her aside from his thoughts and focus on that cute bartender, but she'd always come floating back into his thoughts, those beautiful eyes gazing into his while she was going down on him.

              Jack shook the thought, "What's wrong with me?" he wondered. It was just a one night stand, it didn't mean anything, did it?

              He realized he had walked past his designation, and he turned around to go back where he suddenly realized Jill had been following him.

              She was a mess. Her eyes were red and her mascara had run from apparent crying. To jacks eyes she still looked beautiful.

              "Jill," he started, "I want to apologize..."

              Jill cut him off with a wave of her hand, then in horror Jack realized she had a gun.

              "Jill?" He pleaded.

              Jill raised the gun and..........

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  • #2 Jack died.

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  • #5 "Jill! Damn it! But I gave you a $20 bill! Come back here!"

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  • #4"I'm not doing your dirty work, Harry! Write your own damn novel. Write it while I munch on your genitals. I'm doing all I can to inspire you," Jack heard Jill profess between munches. After munch, Jill retired to the bathroom for a quick cry.

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  • #3 Or so he thought, as the nom nom sounds coming from Jill munching on his whatchamacallit reminded him of heaven.

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