Tumblr Tales

LostGirlTink

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I thought this would be fun and I'm very excited to say that JSG has agreed to cohost with me.

We are both Tumblr fans because that's where the "pretty porn" tends to pop up.
So I thought we could have a place to post images, gifs or quotes and then include a short story, thoughts or vignette to go with the images.

I'm not really committed to writing long stories or anything that I'd likely publish so I thought this would be a good way to put stories to the images.
 
https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d07d515cd3fbf1d3c5c8fe86188efd9/tumblr_p4mjzuBVbO1uc2vzvo1_500.jpg



“Show me.”
The words had been simple, the instructions very clear and he’d used that tone.
The one that sent shivers down her spine and soaked her panties instantly.
“Fuck” she mumbled under her breath, knowing she wouldn’t deny him.
“Now Kristy.”
She bit her lip and hung up the phone. Stretching out on the bed, the sheets still rumpled from earlier, she reached for her camera at his request.
Request. That was funny. There was no request in those words. She teased her fingers into her panties, touching lightly and moaned.
This was going to be harder than she thought as she pulled her panties out and prepared to take the first picture....
 
https://78.media.tumblr.com/0d07d515cd3fbf1d3c5c8fe86188efd9/tumblr_p4mjzuBVbO1uc2vzvo1_500.jpg



“Show me.”
The words had been simple, the instructions very clear and he’d used that tone.
The one that sent shivers down her spine and soaked her panties instantly.
“Fuck” she mumbled under her breath, knowing she wouldn’t deny him.
“Now Kristy.”
She bit her lip and hung up the phone. Stretching out on the bed, the sheets still rumpled from earlier, she reached for her camera at his request.
Request. That was funny. There was no request in those words. She teased her fingers into her panties, touching lightly and moaned.
This was going to be harder than she thought as she pulled her panties out and prepared to take the first picture....

This reminds me of lit as well, the pleasure that comes from both sending and receiving the body of a new chat partner. It's an incredibly intimate moment, peeling back the curtain of your world. :heart:
 
Let's play hide and seek


I had spent the afternoon trying to find a way to grab his attention as he walked through the door after work.

Sometimes I get aroused just thinking of him, and I wanted to find a cute way to tell him so without pouncing on him first thing. So I rigged up a little game and, just before I heard the key in the lock, I ran to the bedroom!


(sorry I can't post the pic, I'm still having trouble posting from tumblr!)
 
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Ooo, I like! This could work. I'm the same way as Tink; Anything I write is usually pretty short, and there's nowhere to put it, other than sending it to a special friend. ;) *subscribing*
 
Welcome! I really do think this will be fun. Please join in and share or comment on what you see.

This one makes me think of Lit. I am certain she's reading a story here or a naughty PM. Maybe she spotted a short vignette on this very thread and let her mind wander ...

https://78.media.tumblr.com/f14d9a5932e1431256871813afe5a041/tumblr_om0rnl5xbL1vtxln4o1_500.jpg
I think she's on lit. Or tumblr. Probably both. ;)

Ladies, I think this thread is an excellent idea. Thank you :heart:

https://78.media.tumblr.com/af5f94c81579376d9ed28189c82207fc/tumblr_ophi3fxjxk1wowizjo1_540.jpg

This makes me think of having her walk the fine line between pleasure and pain. She looks like a piece of art, and is willing to suffer a little for the promise of increased pleasure later.

Glad you like it. She does look like art!

Let's play hide and seek


I had spent the afternoon trying to find a way to grab his attention as he walked through the door after work.

Sometimes I get aroused just thinking of him, and I wanted to find a cute way to tell him so without pouncing on him first thing. So I rigged up a little game and, just before I heard the key in the lock, I ran to the bedroom!


(sorry I can't post the pic, I'm still having trouble posting from tumblr!)
I love this, this is so cute. :heart:

Ooo, I like! This could work. I'm the same way as Tink; Anything I write is usually pretty short, and there's nowhere to put it, other than sending it to a special friend. ;) *subscribing*
I hope it takes off!!!
 
Once upon a time there was a sweet and modest girl named Tink. She was such a kind and gentle soul. The other day, her friend Indie came over to visit and the two girls decided to try a game of Truth or Dare. Tink went first and chose Truth.
“Have you ever considered kissing a girl?” Indie asked.
Tink blushed, rolled her eyes and through an innocent smile said, “Maybe.”
The two girls giggled with virtuous glee.
Next it was Indie's turn. She looked at Tink, studying her angelic face and wholesome smile and thought, 'What could be the harm?' and before she knew it, Indie burted out, “Dare!”
A devilish grin spread across Tink's face and a twinkle appeared in her eye.
Before Indie knew what was happening she was in the basement and not allowed to leave until she recited the entire United States Constitution word for word without missing a syllable.
Oh, and by the way, part of the dare was that Tink was going to do everything she could to distract her.
 
In this moment, he knew he didn't need to control her in any other way. Her submission was evident as she melted into his words and actions as he claimed her with his touch and his whispery growls.

She arched and willingly presented herself. She embraced the moment unashamed and unfiltered...she was his.
 
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He liked his little teases, loved telling her she couldn't wear panties so he could have access whenever he wanted. Tonight was one of those nights. All the way to the restaurant his hand had been between her thighs, fingers teasing and stroking until she was aching. Most nights she would sigh and follow him inside, knowing he would pick where he left off as soon as they were seated. She loved it, but tonight she was too close. She was feeling too desperate.

He could tell and with a grin he parked in a shadowed corner of the lot. He didn't say a word, just slipped off his shirt and pulled free of his jeans.

She watched with nervous excitement and when he patted his thigh, she slipped off her skirt, climbing up in his lap.

Dinner could wait.
 
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He liked his little teases, loved telling her she couldn't wear panties so he could have access whenever he wanted. Tonight was one of those nights. All the way to the restaurant his hand had been between her thighs, fingers teasing and stroking until she was aching. Most nights she would sigh and follow him inside, knowing he would pick where he left off as soon as they were seated. She loved it, but tonight she was too close. She was feeling too desperate.

He could tell and with a grin he parked in a shadowed corner of the lot. He didn't say a word, just slipped off his shirt and pulled free of his jeans.

She watched with nervous excitement and when he patted his thigh, she slipped off her skirt, climbing up in his lap.

Dinner could wait.

Mmm I think dinner was right on top of him.....:devil:
 
Her drive home from work seemed longer than usual. She was drained from the events of her day; it had been one of those days when being in charge wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Upper level managers on her case about costs, her employees griping about being overworked, malfunctioning technology - you name it, it had happened. To top it all off, as she had walked through the parking garage on her way out, she had stepped on a crack in the concrete and the heel of her favorite pair of Louboutins had broken off. It was a little thing, but it was enough to push her over the edge, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I am so tired of being an adult," she thought.

She pulled up in the drive and saw that he was already home. Of course he was, she'd been very late leaving work. She hoped he hadn't made plans for the evening, as all she wanted to do was have a glass of wine and sink into a nice hot bath. As she took off her jacket and dropped her briefcase, she noticed a full glass of wine on the counter with a note saying "I'm sure you need this." She smiled; he must've figured she'd be in a bad mood since she was so late. She had to admit, she was lucky - he was always so perceptive. She picked up the glass and took a sip, kicking off the lopsided shoes and unbuttoning her blouse as she made her way to the bedroom.

As she expected, he was there waiting, sitting on the bed, gesturing for her to come to him. She moved quickly to him and snuggled into his lap, all the tension draining from her body as she did. She'd been wrong - all she really wanted was to be here in his arms and to give up all the responsibilities of the outside world, here, where he was in charge.

https://78.media.tumblr.com/5d380aaae6e04becec7f3fda0af84f2e/tumblr_p4oxr4T1ir1ub35eno1_400.gif
 
A friend on Lit has been telling me about Tumblr. I did sign up but how do you search for things? You must search for blogs by name? I am clueless with this stuff.
 
A friend on Lit has been telling me about Tumblr. I did sign up but how do you search for things? You must search for blogs by name? I am clueless with this stuff.

I usually either start with a username from someone I know here and follow their links, or I just google something and add "tumblr" in the search.

To find the pic I just posted above I just googled "lingerie bdsm tumblr" and clicked on the links that came up
 
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I usually either start with a username from someone I know here and follow their links, or I just google something and add "tumblr" in the search.

To find the pic I just posted above I just googled "lingerie bdsm tumor" and clicked on the links that came up

Thanks Base 10.
 
Her drive home from work seemed longer than usual. She was drained from the events of her day; it had been one of those days when being in charge wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Upper level managers on her case about costs, her employees griping about being overworked, malfunctioning technology - you name it, it had happened. To top it all off, as she had walked through the parking garage on her way out, she had stepped on a crack in the concrete and the heel of her favorite pair of Louboutins had broken off. It was a little thing, but it was enough to push her over the edge, and tears welled up in her eyes. "I am so tired of being an adult," she thought.

She pulled up in the drive and saw that he was already home. Of course he was, she'd been very late leaving work. She hoped he hadn't made plans for the evening, as all she wanted to do was have a glass of wine and sink into a nice hot bath. As she took off her jacket and dropped her briefcase, she noticed a full glass of wine on the counter with a note saying "I'm sure you need this." She smiled; he must've figured she'd be in a bad mood since she was so late. She had to admit, she was lucky - he was always so perceptive. She picked up the glass and took a sip, kicking off the lopsided shoes and unbuttoning her blouse as she made her way to the bedroom.

As she expected, he was there waiting, sitting on the bed, gesturing for her to come to him. She moved quickly to him and snuggled into his lap, all the tension draining from her body as she did. She'd been wrong - all she really wanted was to be here in his arms and to give up all the responsibilities of the outside world, here, where he was in charge.

https://78.media.tumblr.com/5d380aaae6e04becec7f3fda0af84f2e/tumblr_p4oxr4T1ir1ub35eno1_400.gif

I :heart: this! I have this GIF on my tumblr and love it, but it played differently in my head. I like your story better.
 
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