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[PennyThompson]

Still noodling on this one, I'm not sure what it's going to turn into just yet...

It was the hottest driest summer in living memory when Margie Colton was hexed and murdered in her bed, choked on a witch ball.

She was a small skinny woman all her life and only got smaller and skinnier as she aged, so she was practically a mummy when the mailman found her, dead for days, dried and rattling like a honey locust seed pod.

It shouldn’t ought to have caused much stir. Old folks die up in the hollers all the time, unremarked and unmourned. But when the undertaker came to collect Margie’s mortal remains, he found a witch ball made of mud and beeswax and horsehair jammed up in her toothless mouth.

It was a well-known and undisputed fact that witches lived among the God-fearing folk of the hollers, and were responsible for all manner of blessings and curses.

A witch, properly flattered and paid, might be convinced to trade a service. She might be willing to share a poultice that’ll heal a stubborn wound. She might mark a spot to sink a well that will give clean water. If asked kindly, she might whisper a secret in a man’s ear that’ll make his wife scream in delight every evening.

On th’other hand, if a farmer scorns a witch asking for a cup of cool water on a hot day, she might hex their cow and make it to give down bloody milk. If a man should trespass on a witch’s land, steal from her peach tree or her collard patch, and she might curse his cock to limpness. Or she might turn him into a horse and ride him around at night.

To draw the ire of a witch so strong that she would kill you dead with a witch ball… old Margie Colton must’ve done something powerful insulting.

 

[Thanatos_X13]

It's been fun reading through everyone's WIPs. Here's a short passage from Chapter 11 of my ongoing Lit Series.

“Lacy, please, I love you,” he said, his vision blurred by tears.

She looked up at him, seeing the hurt and sorrow on his face, and her heart ached for him, for the life they once had, for the future that would never be. She couldn’t bring herself to hate him, but there was nothing she could do for him, either. Their bed made, they would lie in it now, separately.

“I know you do,” she said, “but I’m sorry – I don’t care.”

 

[pink_silk_glove]

This made me laugh out loud. And reminded me of a short, mostly dysfunctional relationship I had with a woman who liked to explain to me that "gentlemen" were supposed to make "gestures" to show their appreciation for a woman-- all of which gestures had hefty price tags. When I actually sprung for a plane ticket so she could visit her sick sister I got barely a thank you. I suppose there's a story in there somewhere, but it looks like a tragedy, so I don't think I'll pursue it.

This dialogue came from a real conversation I had at a small dinner party when our host's wife asserted that strip clubs should all be closed because all of the women on stage in them were being exploited. I countered that certainly there was exploitation of women in the industry but it depended which girls and which establishments. I'm sure that there are many strip dancers that are doing so on their own terms and doing just fine (and making (a lot) more money that I was/am). Then I made a comment similar to the one quoted in my excerpt and got a couple of compliments for my depth of thought on the matter and the perspective that I had provided.

 

[StillStunned]

No sweat, you follow her off the platform through a heavy metal door that was hidden in the dark but becomes a slit and then a rectangle of red and there’s someone hard on your heels, muscle, Poets this big don’t just meet with anyone without muscle around, been so fuckin’ long since you did this shit, wait for the right moment, down a passage past doors on either side music still thumpin’ through the building’s bones just pretend to focus on Melvai’s swingin’ arse before you, round a corner corridor ends in another big metal door, bar across it, two more doors on your left now’s the time to act have to get it right, just as you pass under the light fitting you reach up and you’re in the Night so you pull down the power supply and glide to the side as the muscle passes, too close behind you to stop, and you jam the cable into his neck, in the jack zap zap sparks in the flickerin’ red light and in your fingertips and he tries to scream but his jack’s shorted and he flickers like a faulty advertisin’ holo and then he’s gone.

“The fuck?” Melvai, just turnin’, eyes flickin’ about, where’s the muscle gone what’s this fucker doin’ with that power supply chest heavin’ and steppin’ close to me?

 

[TiberiusPrime]

Part of the dark fairy tale that I'm currently writing:

Looking down, Jeremy noticed he was incredibly hard upon seeing Auriana and was about to say something about it when Auriana said, “Yes, I will.”

She went right down to her knees and engulfed his dick with her mouth, the sensation was immediate. Jeremy has had many blowjobs in his life, but none like this. Auriana wasn’t just sucking his dick, she was treating it like sucking it was her end all and be all, plus her tongue was driving him crazy. He knew he wouldn’t last long. It had been too long for him… As he was just about to cum, Auriana pushed down and deep throated him, taking the entirety of his dick. The moment her nose touched his stomach, he exploded down her throat. He grabbed her head and kept pumping cum into her and not once did she gag.

Finally he pulled out and Auriana stood up and said, “Yes, you do have some promise. Mind you, boy, I only did that because I could see how much you desired me at that moment. Sex is not something I usually succumb to, but I can sense within you….something.”

 

[Andreas_Kreuz]

An attempt at a submissive's stream of consciousness:

"A lip tattoo," he cuts her off again. She drops into the abyss of her mind towards the rocks at its bottom.

'Lip. Wind, air, the horizon is beautiful, rocks at the bottom, will smother me. Closing in. Liptattoo that's words, statements. Daddy's Girl, insert here, cum in. Cum dump, Pissnelke, He decides - I am his toy. Plays with my ass. Makes me wet. Finger or tattoo? Never wanted one. They're inside the lip, go away again. His name? Will it be forever? I want it. Belong. Owned, Toy. Object. Said yes this morning. Had to, was in Survival mode, the ropes cut. Cage hurt. Hungry, peed myself, stank. Sometimes he's an asshole. So final. I want it final. Cage. Lip, prime property. Will I move in with him? Gothic bitch looks at me. I don't decide. Daddy, tell her. You decide. I am just the toy. Push that finger in. Dress slipping again. Tits out. Ropemarks. One word, just one word - forever for everything. 1 2 3 ; 3.141579 ; Feb 18 his date. Yes, in, in, deeper in. Thank you. Dirty there. Like you want me. Sweat, no paper, no soap. Bitch still looking. Watching. Knowing. Daddy, save me, tell her.'

She stood there frozen, his finger up her butt, her mind crashing into the rocks.

"Fucktoy" he said.

 

[MrPixel]

You know, @EmilyMiller , I am crushed you didn't notice my one-sentence excerpt. It is über-nerded out, so should've been up your alley. @Actingup got it. To save you looking for it:

"Uh huh. We're going to review what you missed on those multivariate continuity questions before I go down on you."

 

[EmilyMiller]

You know, @EmilyMiller , I am crushed you didn't notice my one-sentence excerpt. It is über-nerded out, so should've been up your alley. @Actingup got it. To save you looking for it:

Sorry, hun. Not as omnipresent here as I once was .

 

[Actingup]

Sorry, hun. Not as omnipresent here as I once was .

New book coming out: “Emily gets a life.”

 

[NuclearFairy]

New book coming out: “Emily gets a life.”

Or, "The Many Lives of Emily"

 

[dlaw54]

“Go on, try it,” Shauna said.

I looked down from between her legs on the bed at the small line of purple powder trailing down her body from her belly button to her mound, silver straw in my hand. I was drunk with the image. The brilliant purple hue almost seemed to glow against her dark skin, like a crack in this reality, inviting me to step through.

Shauna stared up at me smiling with ragged breath, breasts glistening with sweat, inviting me to join her further down the rabbit hole.

My heart pounded with excitement, and my cock twitched.

“If you don’t snort that soon, I’m gonna have to take it from you,” Noah said, pouring another freshly cut line onto her ribcage. I looked at him as he bent over. His pale skin was flush with effort as the muscles in his back flexed. The powder disappeared up the straw into his nose, and he straightened his spine, stretching his abdomen and clearing his nostril, shaking his face as the sensations rocketed through his body. He looked incredible, an intensity radiating from his eyes as turned his attention towards me again, a blissful grin plastered across his face.

“Well? What are you waiting for?” He asked again.

This is an honest question. This is a hook followed by a line break and 7500 words without sex. Is this enough to keep you reading? Have I promised the sex good enough that it will be read???

 

[Thanatos_X13]

This is an honest question. This is a hook followed by a line break and 7500 words without sex. Is this enough to keep you reading? Have I promised the sex good enough that it will be read???

For me, personally, no. Which has nothing to do with sex, I just don't like baity openings. A frame narrative is fine, but for me, conflict is the crux of narrative. I'm not continuing after the cut if I am not even mildly invested in the conflict. There's no conflict in this passage, and I am not particularly drawn in by magical cocaine. Which isn't to say the writing is bad or the promise of more sex later is bad. I am just the type of reader who isn't inclined to read most stories if I am not getting even a hint of conflict in the first 100-200 words.

 

[EmilyMiller]

New book coming out: “Emily gets a life.”

I’ve had one for quite a while now

 

[EmilyMiller]

Enough self-restraint, it’s nowhere near as fun as someone else restraining you. This from Part II (of six) of my WIP novel, The Story of Nix:

[yeah, I know it’s two paragraphs - like anyone else took any notice of that restriction]

I debated whether to power down, but decided to survey the surroundings. My short life - if that was the right term to use - had not so far been overburdened with panoramic views, or even simple windows facing out into the world. Everything was interesting to me.

On closer inspection, the needled canopies outside the windows were full of life. Squirrels indignant about territorial infringements. Crows conducting raucous, multiway debates. Cardinals painting streaks of optimistic scarlet across the green backdrop. In one treeless gap, a young buck appeared to be looking straight at me, before sedately moving off into the foliage.

 

[OddLove]

Opening lines to part 9 of my ongoing femdom series.

Danny woke up Friday morning to Kim pushing on his shoulder, and after he rolled onto his back and let out a yawn, he heard Kim unlocking his chastity device, so he asked, “Are we having sex?”

Kim answered, “No. I just wanna sit on it while I masturbate.”

 

[KittyOfSteele]

"____________________"

Dude! We're not supposed to plagarize other people's works! This was already written by John Cage in 4 minutes and 33 seconds!

 

[KittyOfSteele]

When necessity is too much, morality is an obstacle.

Day 231/365. I didn't think this through. It came out of my pen because I followed the narrator's train of thought. Taken out of context feels as if my own shadow spoke to me about my, and other people's around me situation. A rare moment where I come up with something that left me shocked enough to think about it for a while.

 

[M_K_Babalon]

From the satirical Cheerleader/Nerd story:

One of these species types may be susceptible to biological adaptations. This is not seen in Opulentae Femala(fig B-4) very often, for they prize wealth as highest priority. Within the standard cheerleader, who is solely, or mostly superficial, there is a subgenus of Laetatus Femala called Coa Abestrix Laetatus(fig B-5). This subspecies is driven more by coitus, it is possible for a male student with less popularity and status to obtain said species. Coa Abestrix differs from Formulae Laetatus Femala, in that her body is more adaptive and genetically designed to seek penetration and sexual excellence. These young women typically evolve into pornography actresses. This sub species may reject the general desired alpha teen male, if a lesser male exceeds the standards and or expectations she set, of the sexual prowess and endowment of the alpha male. If a lesser male can prove sexual worthiness, she will then see that the alpha is lacking.

If any lesser student male can prove sexual worthiness, Coa Abestrix will see him as her desired sexual partner. Her brain will rewrite and adapt to his pheromones, and she will want to be his mate. Of course the lesser male will need to pay heed, that this is the typical habit of Coa Abestrix, so if, and usually when a more acceptable male presents itself, she will forfeit her current relationship. It is possible to get her to love. On the chance that she may feel love for her current mate, this possibility is still a risk. Like all female humans, Coa Abestrix may get curious to a males interest that exist outside of her own. She can, in some cases be trained to participate, even enjoy these interest to further adapt herself to be the proper mate, to ensure her own needs are met. Therefore, she does have a submissive nature to a degree.

 

[APilgrimSquare]

Another one I'm working on. Early in the drafting, but it's crowding out my other ideas. Maybe non-con will be the best fit, but with mature / sci-fi (speculative fiction) themes. CW: abduction, some implied graphic violence.
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[StillStunned]

Or, "The Many Lives of Emily"

"The many lives of Emily, and the many small deaths"

 

[EmilyMiller]

"The many lives of Emily, and the many small deaths"

So, SciFi scenario. Emily Miller is a pan-dimensional mega-being. Whenever she cums in one dimension, she cums in all the others simultaneously. Much hilarity ensues.

 

[PennyThompson]

So, SciFi scenario. Emily Miller is a pan-dimensional mega-being. Whenever she cums in one dimension, she cums in all the others simultaneously. Much hilarity ensues.

Everycum Everywhere All At Once

 

[Glassnslate]

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[iwatchus]

So, SciFi scenario. Emily Miller is a pan-dimensional mega-being. Whenever she cums in one dimension, she cums in all the others simultaneously. Much hilarity ensues.

The largest simultaneous orgasm in the multi-verse. If they can get all of their varied partners to come with them, they can shatter the multi-verse.

 

[Glassnslate]

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