Scribbles on Scrap Paper....

[arnoldlane84]

Well scribble to your heart's content on here, arnold.... Who knows you might jot down a great story line that you run with...

Thanks El, I might actually see where this one takes me

 

[JustEl]

OK!!!! Then can we clear out some of this paper for a place to park that ass on???!!!!

swooshing it out of the way....

 

[The_Fool]

She thought back on her teenage years and that period of rebellion against her parents. It was still difficult to talk to her mother sometimes without striking out at the heavy handed useless advice she still offered. But she grew out of that, somewhat, but in college found that she needed that independence she had grown to lead the lemmings. Lemmings that managed to move from one class to another and open their mouths to be spoon fed information for use in the "real world." Once she graduated, she once again exhibited leadership capability to excel in business. The irony was the situation she currently found herself in.

"Girl, I told you to undress. Quit daydreaming and hurry up. And don't forget, if I don't hear you count the strokes, then it never happened."

 

[JustEl]

Thanks El, I might actually see where this one takes me

you're welcome, arnold...

She thought back on her teenage years and that period of rebellion against her parents. It was still difficult to talk to her mother sometimes without striking out at the heavy handed useless advice she still offered. But she grew out of that, somewhat, but in college found that she needed that independence she had grown to lead the lemmings. Lemmings that managed to move from one class to another and open their mouths to be spoon fed information for use in the "real world." Once she graduated, she once again exhibited leadership capability to excel in business. The irony was the situation she currently found herself in.

"Girl, I told you to undress. Quit daydreaming and hurry up. And don't forget, if I don't hear you count the strokes, then it never happened."

DaaaaaaMMMmmmmNnnnn!!!! More!!!! love the "dark" side, Fool...

 

[JustEl]

http://audioboo.fm/boos/852016

...................His voice low and seductive whispered through the earphones in her ears. It's volume soft, it's tone controlling sent shivers running her body as it instructed her what to do. Her hands glided over her silky skin, first touching her breast, caressing them. As she breathed in, her fingers rolled and tugged at her hardened nipples. Taunting herself, downward her hands roamed over her belly to the thin band of pink lace resting on her hips only to slide it off.

"Mmmmm.... yesssssssss, they're off." she moaned into the phone.

Teasingly her right hand moved between her legs to that already wet pussy. Her fingers slide over her pussy to moisten them. Taking her other hand, she opened those smooth lips of hers. Holding them open, her middle finger stroked slowly up and down over her clit. All the while that pussy of hers drawing tighter and tighter, aching to be filled.

"Mmmmmmmm....... yessssssssss that feels so good...." she moaned back at his voice in her ear.

"Please can I slide them in now?" she begged, "My pussy aches for you so."

"You don't want to cum so soon, do you, my little fox???...." his voice barked back at her....................

 

[The_Fool]

....................His voice low and seductive whispered through the earphones in her ears. It's volume soft, it's tone controlling sent shivers running her body as it instructed her what to do. Her hands glided over her silky skin, first touching her breast, caressing them. As she breathed in, her fingers rolled and tugged at her hardened nipples. Taunting herself, downward her hands roamed over her belly to the thin band of pink lace resting on her hips only to slide it off.

"Mmmmm.... yesssssssss, they're off." she moaned into the phone.

Teasingly her right hand moved between her legs to that already wet pussy. Her fingers slide over her pussy to moisten them. Taking her other hand, she opened those smooth lips of hers. Holding them open, her middle finger stroked slowly up and down over her clit. All the while that pussy of hers drawing tighter and tighter, aching to be filled.

"Mmmmmmmm....... yessssssssss that feels so good...." she moaned back at his voice in her ear.

"Please can I slide them in now?" she begged, "My pussy aches for you so."

"You don't want to cum so soon, do you, my little fox???...." his voice barked back at her....................

He listened to the harsh breathing through the phone, thinking of a chain linked directly to her pussy.

"You don't want to cum so soon, do you, my little fox? Once you cum, then I have to hang up for the night."

She cried out "No! Don't Go! I'll wait. I'll be a good girl and wait..."

"Wait for what, Princess?"

"Wait for you..."

"Wait for me to do what?"

"Wait for you to tell me to cum."

"How wet is your pussy."

"Soaking..."

"Let me hear your fingers in your pussy."

The phone was like a heavy weight in her hands as she slid it down her body until it rested on her thigh while she finger fucked herself into near oblivion.

She groaned as she lifted the phone back to her ear, "Did you hear?"

"Yes I did, you are soaking wet. Are you reading to cum?"

"yessss, please."

"Then you will do as I say?"

"What?"

"You will do as I say if you wish to cum."

"What do I have to do?"

"Open the curtain on your balcony door. Stand in the door and play with yourself until you cum."

"No, I can't! Someone...."

"Yes you can. No one you know would see you. You are just another horny chick in a hotel showing off her cunt. Do it."

He heard her sob in frustration and then heard skin scrape against cloth. The phone was dropped on a hard surface then picked up again.

"I'm doing it." He heard her sob.

"Think of that man across the way watching you. Can you see him in that office building?"

"I don't know..."

"He is. He's watching you frig your pussy, thinking it's just for him." He heard her moan. "I bet he's getting his cock out now. I bet he's stroking it. Stroking it watching you play with your pussy."

"Is it a fat one?"

"Fat enought to swell your lips wide and make you choke on it. I bet he's thinking of shoving it right up your ass, when he bends you over his desk."

He heard her cry and the thud of the phone as it hit the carpet. He waited, listening to her sobs as they slowed down.

"You fucking bastard."

"You loved it, don't tell me you didn't."

"Maybe..."

"Your flight gets in late tomorrow?"

"Pretty late, but before bedtime."

"Okay, I'll see you then. Love you baby."

"Love you too."

"Remember, no panties on the plane."

"I remember you fucker."

He smiled as he heard the line disconnect. Then he hung up the phone.

 

[JustEl]

Mmmmm..... Fool, love your scribble...

 

[JustEl]

For you sexxy peeps of Lit who've been wondering why I haven't been on much... For starters, I was reduced to my cell and cell and nails dont mix very well.. But the main reason, I've been down south for a little over 2 weeks being the good daughter... Mom had open heart surgery, and I've been helping out... She's doing wonderful... So now I'm crossing three states to get back to the rabbit hole... Don't look for me for the next few days cause The Mad Hatter will have me all to himself...

Keep Lit hot for when I return..
Kisses...

 

[JustEl]

Pulling this one from The Mad Hatter's hat.... I must admit my panties got soaked replaying it in my mind as I wrote it.... Even though my words don't do it justice!!!!

Hope you enjoy this little scribble anywho..... KISSES



.................... Her sun kissed nude body crouched on the corner of the bed as she heard him swirl the ice in the now empty lead crystal glass. Teasingly his upright cock brushed against her splayed pussy. Taking in a long slow wanton breath, her arms slid over the crumpled sheets under her.

"I do believe that lovely little pussy of yours is as hot as this summer heat." he said with a smirk, running the chilled glass up and down those sultry pussy lips.

"It may even be to hot to handle." his voice now slurpy from the cube of ice melting in his mouth.

"Mmmmmm.... Perhaps it is." she said with a wicked grin, turning her head over her shoulder to look back at him.

"Then maybe I should cool it off first!" he taunted, slapping my right buttock.

She gasped as the ice glided over her hard little clit as it peeped out from between her rosy lips. He ran the melting ice gently over her skin. Building in intentness with each pass as it pushed it's way closer and closer to that drawn hungry opening until her heat left the ice nothing more than a puddle soaking into the sheet below her.

"Did you enjoy that?" he asked swirling the ice filled glass once more.

Adjusting her knees, her voice in a soft purr, "You know the answer to that...."

Without warning, her dripping wet pussy quivered as the ice pressed into it. It's cold sting kissed over her clit, then entered her deeper. She could feel the melting ice flowing from her hot pussy as it ran to the front of her lips and dripped silently down to the sheets. Was her pussy a fiery furnace or frozen glacier, she wasn't sure, all she knew was she wanted his cock to thrust deep and swiftly into her.

Faintly she heard the ice clink as the glass settled on the bed to the left of her thirsty body. Arching her back as his fingers twined tightly in her long auburn hair pulling her to her hands, softly she moaned in wantful desire. Her body bowed downward as it felt the biting sting of ice on her skin once more. The ice finding her pussy teased and taunted along it's path, ending with a chilling arrival at it's awaiting entrance. His fingers pushed the cube into her as deeply as they could reach. Letting go of her hair, he licked down her back to her butt before kneeling behind her.

His tongue trailed to the watery pussy, licking at it's melting mess. His mouth sucked the ice from her only to push it back in with his tongue, making her wince. His hands slithered over her ass locking onto her hips as his pulled himself up from his knees. His left hand slide up her back and across her ribs to take the glass from the sheet. His tongue searched through the ice for the perfect cube. He wanted this one to least. Rolling the ice in his mouth he sat the glass on the bed and took the cube from of his mouth.

There would be on teasing this time, he went in for the kill. Her chest fell to the bed as the ice entered. Her hands wrapped in the sheets as she felt her pussy fill not only with the ice but his hard throbbing cock. Loudly she moaned in delight.

His fingers dug into her soft tanned skin at her hips with each forceful drive. Faster and faster he fucked her, then stopped. The ice pressed against her pussy walls and his cock as he steadied it deeply in her. Grinding and circling his cock till he thought she couldn't take it any longer. Her pussy flooding with a drenching mix of melting ice and their sex pushed passed his cock and streamed down her legs. Gripping her hips ever tighter, he slide his cock slowly out, sucking the ice outward with it, then plowed it back in. Each thrust gained in speed, drilling madly into her cold pussy. Over and over, faster and faster as if to cum before the ice was melted away....................

 

[respeito]

Hi, JustEl. I hope you don't mind me visiting your thread. There are times when I come across what sounds like good titles for stories or poems, so I thought I'd drop off some for "adoption" in case anyone was interested. I love your thread idea, thank you.

simple words
when the sun rises
song of the last drum
slipping through forever
the inevitable waltz
then comes autumn

 

[JustEl]

Would love to see some of your words here, respeito.... they can be as short or as long as you like... just scribbles of anything that pops into your head....

 

[The_Fool]

Hi, JustEl. I hope you don't mind me visiting your thread. There are times when I come across what sounds like good titles for stories or poems, so I thought I'd drop off some for "adoption" in case anyone was interested. I love your thread idea, thank you.

simple words
when the sun rises
song of the last drum
slipping through forever
the inevitable waltz
then comes autumn

Simple words
disguised as casual conversation.
The real rhetoric shared with eyes
and nails dragged along backs
not yet bared.

When the sun rises
becomes a euphemism
for when the passion
blazes from the iris
darkly flaming.

No better rhythm
than the song of the first drum,
song of the last drum;
two bodies beating
out the measure of their melody.

The inevitable waltz,
the dance of their desire,
not always horizontal.
As when he presses tight
against the wall. Water cascading.

Whether the passion dances
once, twice, a thousand times,
as long focus is on now
all is well.
If not, then comes autumn.

 

[JustEl]

The Fool....



Simpleton to the king....
There for the amusement of others....
A mere pawn in the vast kingdom....
Dances and jest for all to see.....

But the Queen knows....
Yes, she knows better....
For the colors he wears are only a facade...
That covers what most will never see....


Kisses....

 

[llidar]

El...I hope your mother is doing well and that she has a speedy recovery... Love the thread and most especially the poem, 'the fool'. I think it so apropo.

 

[WolfsButterfly]

Hi, JustEl. I hope you don't mind me visiting your thread. There are times when I come across what sounds like good titles for stories or poems, so I thought I'd drop off some for "adoption" in case anyone was interested. I love your thread idea, thank you.

simple words
when the sun rises
song of the last drum
slipping through forever
the inevitable waltz
then comes autumn

Those simple words, "Then comes autumn..." bring to mind when the sun rises and sets on the sad, sad song of the last drum, slipping through forever, heralding the inevitable waltz. Sigh why does it always end this way?

 

[WolfsButterfly]

“Ladybug? Why do you suppose it is that Wulf did what he did?” Butterfly questions her best friend.

“Well, Butterfly, I won’t pretend to know the man’s mind or motive but I do know that he loves you and therefore must have had a good reason,” Ladybug responded.

 

[JustEl]

El...I hope your mother is doing well and that she has a speedy recovery... Love the thread and most especially the poem, 'the fool'. I think it so apropo.

Thank you llidar, she's a strong woman, (I get my strongness from her no doubt, lol) and she has bounced back faster than anyone can believe.... I loved writing that one about The Fool....

“Ladybug? Why do you suppose it is that Wulf did what he did?” Butterfly questions her best friend.

“Well, Butterfly, I won’t pretend to know the man’s mind or motive but I do know that he loves you and therefore must have had a good reason,” Ladybug responded.

Isn't that so true, and they say they can't figure us out....

 

[JustEl]

Their Need....


To some I am their hunger....
Their belly empty....
Starving as they purge on me....

To some I am their thirst....
Their lips parched....
Drowning as they drink me in....

To some I am their drug....
Their fix....
As my addiction flows in their veins....

To some I am their demon....
Torturing and tormenting....
As my temptation damns their weakened soul....

To some I am their angel....
A haloed delight....
Wrapping them gently on my winged flight to ecstasy....

But to all I am their need.....

 

[JustEl]

Note to self before I forget a few key points... Can't wait to write this little morsel of a story when I have time....

White lace devil and black leather angels....

Sexy little cocoa dipped lap dancer... How she purred...

His words covered in sinful want, "Can I cum in her?"
His eyes begging for approval.

His words didn't linger long as her eyes locked on him with instant arousal, "Yessssssss....." her voice rose in delight as her pussy quivered knowing another woman would flood with his release soon.

The thought of a pussy never touched by another woman raced through her mind. Just the thought of it made her pussy soaking wet.

As her tongue glided over those soft petals she felt Nikie's body tense then relax, only to tense again as her tongue danced over that hard little clit........ It was so exhilarating to taste a woman again.......

 

[BradBigBrain]

The release and the thoughts in my head.

I know. I know. Ladies first.
I need to come.
Fuck her hard the way she likes.
I need to come.
1.12 ERA in 1968.
I need to come.
"right there, baby... Mmmmm"
I need to come.
"fuck yeah. Yeah. Oh my God."
I fucking need to come.
755 is the real record.
Holy fuck, baby, I do need to come.

UNNNNGGGHHH!!!!!

 

[sunshinegirl05]

A moment with my lover

Picturing me straddling your lap......sliding down my cock. Feeling your cunt swallow it up...........hugging it.........my hands on your shoulders, bouncing up and down.........feeling the breeze from the fan blowing on us. Hearing your groans and sighs........my lover....yes..........please..........fuck me.

 

[respeito]

it's not enthralling, i know.

when the sun retires below the horizon, the night becomes available for the hunter's personal benefit. roaming with predatory intentions; pursuing with elevated senses. this, to you, is a sport. aquire your prey, then retire to your lair.

feel free to use any of it if something sparks an interest.

 

[JustEl]

when the sun retires below the horizon, the night becomes available for the hunter's personal benefit. roaming with predatory intentions; pursuing with elevated senses. this, to you, is a sport. aquire your prey, then retire to your lair.

feel free to use any of it if something sparks an interest.

Stalking
Artist: Michael Parkes

....................When the Sun retires it's blazon glory below the westward horizon, the glowing moon-filled night becomes available for the huntress's personal gain. Roaming the dimly lit maze of tables with predatory intentions, her mere glance cast no doubt on the pride of hungry lionesses that she is not to be reckoned with. Stalking with intent on her shoulder, she pursues with elevated senses. Slowly she surveys with bewitching eyes, honing in on her chosen kill. With rounded ruby lips, her warm moist tongue traces with anticipation. Sliding silently behind her prey, her scent seductively unknowingly lures him in.

Her soft purring voice, a tempting whispered delight, "Is this seat taken?"

Sealing his fate, he turns, "No it isn't, be my guest."....................

 

[respeito]

Stalking
Artist: Michael Parkes

....................When the Sun retires it's blazon glory below the westward horizon, the glowing moon-filled night becomes available for the huntress's personal gain. Roaming the dimly lit maze of tables with predatory intentions, her mere glance cast no doubt on the pride of hungry lionesses that she is not to be reckoned with. Stalking with intent on her shoulder, she pursues with elevated senses. Slowly she surveys with bewitching eyes, honing in on her chosen kill. With rounded ruby lips, her warm moist tongue traces with anticipation. Sliding silently behind her prey, her scent seductively unknowingly lures him in.

Her soft purring voice, a tempting whispered delight, "Is this seat taken?"

Sealing his fate, he turns, "No it isn't, be my guest."....................

*likes..a lot* can i have this framed?

 

[JustEl]

*likes..a lot* can i have this framed?

Matting is included.....

It was a honor to use your words as my muse....