I have to admit the topic "Turn me on in 100 words" made me remember a competition my wife and I had. We had the same starting point for a story and wrote a scenario based on the same starting paragraph in 500 -700 words. Most of them we did in 500 words.
The starting lines were
"The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed. "
Mine was as follows:
The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed.
The ball gag was causing her trouble. It was slightly too large, she had had to open her mouth very wide to get it in, and now it was buckled at the back, it was tight in her mouth. Her jaws ached and her tongue swirled around at the back of it, struggling to push it out.
She was distracted however by the feelings between her legs. The dildo that was forcing its way in and out of her cunt was causing her mind to wander, her body to react and her juices to flow. It was large and filled her, stretched her.
It was relentless, pounding in and out, her lips opening and closing to accommodate it. The noise of the machine pushing it was rhythmic, adding to her sense of unreality. In the midst of another orgasm she felt his hand on her body, she tried to react but discovered her body wasn't her own, that it was held trapped, impaled on this machine that was the center of her orgasm ravaged universe. She felt helpless.
His hand caressed her body, stroking down from the shoulder, along and under her breast, just lightly tapping on the clamp that was there on the way past. Lower the hand went, over the wide leather strap that held her to the bed.
The hand rested lightly then, just below her navel, gently raising and lowering as the large intruder forced its way in and out. She orgasmed again, breathing desperately through her nose, her eyes tight shut behind the blindfold, as she tried to scream past the object in her mouth.
Eventually she relaxed, and realised his hand wasn't there anymore. She listened but all she could hear was the whirring of the machine that held her. She turned her head this way and that trying to hear him, her sightless eyes searching him out. Another orgasm was building, distracting her attention.
She suddenly felt the warmth of his breath on her face, and tried to lift her head to meet him, but the high collar around her neck made it difficult. The orgasm was building higher and higher, her stomach muscles rippling as it broke and washed her away.
When the orgasm rolled away she realised the machine was off. The huge plastic dick was in her, but no longer moving. She relaxed, a little fearful it would start again.
She felt the buckles on the gag being loosened, and with relief she pushed it out with her tongue as he pulled it away. It came free with a soft plop. She worked her jaws, painful and stiff as they were.
She waited to be freed from the rest of her restraints, but instead she heard a soft voice say, "Sleep Well", as a warm blanket was drawn over her tied, restrained, orgasm racked, cock-filled body. She felt, rather than saw him walk away, and felt rather than saw the light go off. She heard the door close.
She slept.
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Another challenge - 700 words with the same start point
Matriarch
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Nice idea, and a well written entry.
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Give it a try folks. I suggest you don't read HiveMaster's entry before starting yours, just the starting lines.
Tours start at 12 noon, and 3pm. Feed is available at $1 per bag, please don't feed the animals your sandwiches.Nice idea, and a well written entry.
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Give it a try folks. I suggest you don't read HiveMaster's entry before starting yours, just the starting lines.
Matriarch
"The leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists had been firmly fixed to the metal bedstead, holding her arms and legs as open as they could be without causing pain. A leather blindfold over her eyes she lay on the bed. "
[Sorry for the necro threading, interesting topic]
The scent of a faint testosterone bathed musk tickled the senses within her sinus; and those lingering betwixt the two soft thighs hidden within her womanly recesses. Something having slept dormant for what might as well have been a lifetime now sprang forth. A slippery clear saturation readied her canal for what Karen hoped would be an unimaginable climax after allowing herself to be bound in the first place.
Slim but mature curves accentuated the sweet aroma of this little sexual being whipped the oxygen of the room into tight coils of expenditure; packaging lust up and sending its by product to Darien's face. He touched her bare stomach attentively ogling the gentle swells of breast and an unbelievably flat tummy which made his cock stir painfully around in the open air. Karen gasped following the slightest pinch of her left nipple, causing it to harden in its excitement.
A sudden cupping of her perky mounds and an introduction briefly between his nibbling lips, twitching tongue, and sucking mouth; and Karen's entire mammaries receiving the full oral seduction as Darien's mind grew weary of redundancy. Leaving her upper torso hot breath flowed out over her tummy, the depressions of her lover's knees resting beside where her hips settled onto the mattress and its satin sheets.
Gasping, Karen tried fruitlessly to push herself over the threshold and failed; her lover sat there waiting for the right moment to continue. She screamed and jerked around using the centimeters of give provided by the cuffs and her headboard to no avail. His eyes took the whole situation in, bathing in her essence and wanting to please her. By this measure of lustful simmering penetration would initiate Karen's orgasmic sequence and Darien didn't want that. Not yet anyways.
[Sorry for the necro threading, interesting topic]
The scent of a faint testosterone bathed musk tickled the senses within her sinus; and those lingering betwixt the two soft thighs hidden within her womanly recesses. Something having slept dormant for what might as well have been a lifetime now sprang forth. A slippery clear saturation readied her canal for what Karen hoped would be an unimaginable climax after allowing herself to be bound in the first place.
Slim but mature curves accentuated the sweet aroma of this little sexual being whipped the oxygen of the room into tight coils of expenditure; packaging lust up and sending its by product to Darien's face. He touched her bare stomach attentively ogling the gentle swells of breast and an unbelievably flat tummy which made his cock stir painfully around in the open air. Karen gasped following the slightest pinch of her left nipple, causing it to harden in its excitement.
A sudden cupping of her perky mounds and an introduction briefly between his nibbling lips, twitching tongue, and sucking mouth; and Karen's entire mammaries receiving the full oral seduction as Darien's mind grew weary of redundancy. Leaving her upper torso hot breath flowed out over her tummy, the depressions of her lover's knees resting beside where her hips settled onto the mattress and its satin sheets.
Gasping, Karen tried fruitlessly to push herself over the threshold and failed; her lover sat there waiting for the right moment to continue. She screamed and jerked around using the centimeters of give provided by the cuffs and her headboard to no avail. His eyes took the whole situation in, bathing in her essence and wanting to please her. By this measure of lustful simmering penetration would initiate Karen's orgasmic sequence and Darien didn't want that. Not yet anyways.