The second one is better Elaine.
Do you write mostly for a male audience? Your stories read that way. Using words like "manhood", "pole", "cumming", "slit" give me that impression.
Actually, I usually use different words like pussy and cock. However, someone (perhaps you) commented that seeing those words was an immediate turn off (or something to that affect) so I was afraid to use them. lol Keep the readers happy.
Did you mean my short stories in general or just those 100 words or less stories? I must admit that I am used to men since my friends are men and my phone sex clients are mainly men and I just love men. You know what they say? You start looking like people you hang around with. It could be I am beginning to sound like a man since that's who I surround myself with. lol
I'm curious now. What words do you and other women like to hear? I know the word cunt offends many. I happen to find it sexy and exciting if used during intimacy. It has to be used to refer to a woman's pussy NOT in a derogatory fashion.
Bath water cocooning her naked flesh, she relaxes and her mind replays that special night. Never had she experienced such pleasure his caressing hands had awakened in her. Eyelids closing involuntarily, she becomes unable to restrain herself from touching, lustfully reliving - feeling - precisely his touch. Reality fades - she can see...smell...taste his presence. Her pulse races and skin flushes as she begins gasping. Her desire can take no more - unabashedly she ravages herself, crying out as her climax consumes every coherent thought. The clamor telephone wakes her from her daze. It's him - he's coming over. She smiles in anticipation.
(That should be 100 words - how did I do?)
"I can resist everything except temptation." - Oscar Wilde
Reminds me of the movie "Sliver" Wicked, with Sharon Stone in the tub. Nice work.
Maybe I should write a real story one of these days, no?
"I can resist everything except temptation." - Oscar Wilde
It had been the toughest week at work, and she was hoping that he had noticed. She turned the key, opened the door and saw rose petals lying in single formation leading toward the bedroom. She followed them, smirking to herself, thinking she would find him naked on the bed. She got to the bedroom, empty? The petals turned toward the bathroom. Inside she found a room full of candles, a tub freshly made filled, with bubbles, a bottle of wine, and a note. The note read, "Relax. Call me when you're ready."
In the Land of Enchantment a gentle breeze touches our skin as we hold each other. A Coyote sings as I caress your body. We inhale the fragrance of the desert after rain while our lips touch and our tongues play. I enjoy the beauty of your nipples in the southwest moonlight. I must worship them. Your touch, your loving touch, I surrender. Under the timeless sky I enter you and we lose ourselves in each other as Coyotes howl on the mesa in the Land of Enchantment.
You don't want love you narcissistic little bitch, you just want to be fucked, and fucked hard. Yeah, that turns me on. You want me to push you on the bed, spread you legs and ram my hard thick cock in your hot wet slit. Well, I'm going raise the heat a notch and tie your hands. I want to make you fucking scream. Scream all night. Scream with more pleasure than you have ever had. I'm going to give you what you want
Nice diversity of styles Kyle.
I Got Me A Good Case Of The “Slapping the Monkey Blues”
Can't get hard. I wish I was one of those porn guys. You know those guys with hard dicks who get all that quivering pussy. Never had quivering pussy or moaning porn chicks. They moan for everything. You just look at them and they start to moan. Maybe it is the moaning that gets the porn guys hard. I bet the porn guys don't have no problem slapping the monkey. The moaning porn girls with quivering pussies are always wet and damp. I wouldn't mind having a nice dripping wet pair of porn girl panties to jump start my monkey.
No thought, fantasy, dream, nor wish, could come close to how it felt when you touched me. Not a touch of comfort, or friendship, but of need. I looked into your eyes and saw what I always tried to see before and failed. I saw your desire. As soon as your hands touched my face, and your lips touched mine, the world slipped away. You spoke, not in words, but in something entirely more intense. Your body unleashed a fire that consumed me; the embers still burn as I take myself back to that special place, with you.
Welcome to the site T-o-u-n-g-e-tastic. Did you mean Tongue btw?
“Keep it steady. The sword is in your hand; do not fear it. Let your opponent be afraid.”
She tried to look threatening, but she could feel her arms shaking. She noticed him moving behind her, his arms reaching her hands from both sides. In a moment, she was in his brace. She could feel blood and heat rushing between her legs as their bodies collided.
“Like this, and this” in two quick moves he led her to cut imaginary opponents, and now their arms were raised, their bodies pressed together.
His breath lingered on her neck.
The sword fell.
Hope it works. I know it worked at least once.
The blacksmith led my by the hand inside to a seat, telling me he needed to finish this one piece before he could get my order. Then he turned and went to the forge, muscles shifting as he pumped the bellows. Blackened coals began to glow as he pumped, and the cool steel began to glow. I could feel the heat from the forge, but instead of pulling away, leaned closer for I felt flush with heat of it, particularly warm in my breasts and loins.
A drop of sweat collects on his nose, and falls like a tear against the flush heat of her cheek. She grips him tighter, her arms snaking around his torso and pulling him close. Her fingers grip the sweat glazed muscles of his back as they ripple and roll with his movements. She feels the crest of lust, with its inevitable absence of reason, grow within the chorused rhythm of their forbidden salacious song. His eyes grow wide as she gasps. They collapse into black pools of shadows, whispered promises, and intimate stolen pleasures sealed in warm, wet, folded dreams.
After one in narrative, I thought that one in dialog was in order. (BTW, Billy is 17 and the woman is … well, more than that. ;-)
So here is another shot:
“Should we?” Billy’s voice stutters.
She smiles at his apprehension and unbuttons his jeans.
“A first time is forever remembered.” Her fingers move deftly. “It is a seed that is planted, and bears fruit when middle age steals the promise of possibility. I want you to have this. It is a gift.”
Her hand slips down his white underpants, and around his already engorged sex. Oh, the vitality of youth! She reflects amused.
“That feels so good.” He moans.
Pulling the length free, she places her wet lips against the tip.
“Oh yeah?” She coos, and then swallows him whole.
Centuries of love and lust, of wanton revelry. Every day lived even when it was killing time. And at last, thirst slaked, they'd had their fill. And so the sunrise, at last, was near. Morning dew on the grass created a cool cocoon for the bare flesh in the rising light, still harmless for a few moments more. And they lay urgently pressed upon, into, around each other. Then, finally, release came, and they lay gazing into each other's eyes in the clear, bright light of dawn, until at last, final release was theirs again. Ashes on the wind.
I'm a wild and Krrraaazzzy Guy!
We passionately kissed in the middle of a busy pub on a warm and lazy, late Sunday afternoon.
“Let me hold your hands in mine, they feel so cold my love, let me warm you up”
He tenderly took my hands in his and cupped them, he brought my hands up to his lips and kissed them, he looked at me with his dark steely blue eyes. He leaned in and rested his hands with mine, on my lap and prized them open and carefully took his middle finder and lightly caressed the lines on the inside of my palm.
99 words. I attempted it.
His skin rubbed against her as their sweaty bodies slithered against each other. Moans filled the room as her voice passionately called out his name. Fingers grasped at the sheets blindly as knuckles turned white with passion.
“Oooh,” his lover whimpered for him as their hips arched into each other. Sheets were rolling into bunches with the rumpled clothes on the floor. Tongues swiped across necks as teeth grazed into shoulders. Blood boiled as toned bodies slid against each other. Gasps became shallower as movements got faster, hearts beating quicker. Yells climbed to a peak and joined as one.
I have $3,000,000 in the bank... a big house.. nice cars.. an open mind.. and would be willing to let you do whatever you want.. as long as I get to watch... 32 words....
The stark contrast of his dark hand on my light skin excites my mind as much as my body. The muscle in my thigh tightens under his exploring fingertips; the tremor spreads outwards in a tsunami of passion that threatens to engulf me.
I gasp.
The tips of my breasts tighten painfully, crying out for his touch. I feel the dampness grow in the centre of my arousal, my nostrils twitch inhaling my own heady aroma. I need him to taste me.
This is so wrong, and so right.
His husky whispered command echoes inside my head.
"Open your legs."
It was her greatest sexual desire come true in the best possible way, she gave herself over to it entirely, and she could no more not orgasm than she could walk to the moon. Every last molecule of her was orgasmic, perfectly orgasmic, and she just melted into a pool of impossible delight and stayed in that form for eons. Even when she returned to Earth it was is if carried by tender Angels to lay on a bed of soft, warm and pure satisfaction, to relive the experience over and over again in her mind.
Or a totally unexpected;
"I love you (insert name here)!"
