Nothing to do but deink coffee and watch the rain

[sirhugs]

That was my recent post over on the Author's Hangout. I looked at it and thought "that would make a great opening line, but what's the story about?"

Hate typos in titles... that should read "drink"

 

[silversword]

Hate typos in titles... that should read "drink"

Not sure why but that made me think of someone looking out of the triple glazed window of a log cabin in the woods.

Who's inside drinking coffee and whose passing the window.

Perhaps it's so warm in side the cabin the woman inside is only in a flimsy silk robe that she hasn't bothered to close properly, the woodsman stumbles in the wet undergrowth when he spies her through the window, he's irresistibly drawn in.

It's like a grown up Hansel and Gretel, he eats all the treats before he realises it's too late

 

[PattieD]

That was my recent post over on the Author's Hangout. I looked at it and thought "that would make a great opening line, but what's the story about?"

Hate typos in titles... that should read "drink"

Coffee is practically an aphrodisiac for me

 

[Strangebuddy]

Mature/young:

Older man in his mountain cabin sits on the covered porch in a swing, watching the rain, and sipping the coffee he brewed. As he swings the door opens and a young woman comes out, dressed in his t-shirt. Maybe it’s a lover he brought up here, maybe it’s young woman who got lost and stuck in the rain, either way, she comes out to admire nature with him and thank him for taking care of her.

They swing for a while, and the coffee and the presence of a gorgeous woman give the old man quite the stiffy. He tries to cover it when the woman pulls the shirt over her head and unties his robe. They then make tender love on the swing as the rain keeps falling down.

Fantasy: a writer sits in their cabin drinking coffee when the smell attracts a nymph. She enters, curious about the aroma and offers to trade for it. All she has is her body and the nymph is happy to offer that in exchange for the strange beverage.

Taboo: the power goes out in a house while the family is visiting. As everyone thinks of what to do while the power is out and the cellphones are out of service, everyone pairs off and opens up to each other over coffee. The talks start becoming more intimate and as it grows late, the lightning soon illuminates siblings, parents, aunts and uncles in states of forbidden sexual Congress.

 

[sirhugs]

Not sure why but that made me think of someone looking out of the triple glazed window of a log cabin in the woods.

Who's inside drinking coffee and whose passing the window.

Perhaps it's so warm in side the cabin the woman inside is only in a flimsy silk robe that she hasn't bothered to close properly, the woodsman stumbles in the wet undergrowth when he spies her through the window, he's irresistibly drawn in.

It's like a grown up Hansel and Gretel, he eats all the treats before he realises it's too late

I thought of Little Red Riding Hood. It was the mention of the "woodsman".

 

[sirhugs]

Coffee is practically an aphrodisiac for me

is that the next line of the story?

 

[silversword]

I thought of Little Red Riding Hood. It was the mention of the "woodsman".

"My Grandma, what big thighs you have?"

"All the better to squeeze you with my dear."


I tried to find a way to work deinking into it but to be honest if you accidentally poured ink into your coffee you'd just throw it away and start again.

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

Taboo: the power goes out in a house while the family is visiting. As everyone thinks of what to do while the power is out and the cellphones are out of service, everyone ... opens up to each other over coffee. The talk starts becoming more intimate and as it grows late, the lightning soon illuminates siblings, parents, aunts and uncles in states of ... sexual congress.

The next morning Uncle Roy flips the circuit breaker back on. Odd how there is ALWAYS a power outage whenever his baby sister's family visits his house.

 

[Strangebuddy]

Lol, uncle planning it all out.

I could imagine a scene where multiple couples are in the big basement, fucking each other but not able to see who else is fucking.

Nephew and aunt are fucking on the dusty couch and trying to keep it down when they hear some footsteps coming down, not knowing that cousin, her brothers and uncle are coming down there to DP cousin on the deep freeze. Meanwhile grandma, grandpa and mom are fucking by the washing machine, with everyone trying to hide their moans with the thunder.

Upstairs, bisexual cousins are having their first sapphic experience, not knowing that their sounds of pleasure are being sent through the vents to downstairs,

 

[Strangebuddy]

Sci-fi: postapocalyptic setting. Our lead finds the last fresh can of coffee when a storm of acid rain hits, forcing them to take shelter. They brew the coffee and then hear a strange noise as a mutated being comes out from its hidey hole to see what the scent is. Not wanting to fight, our lead instead offers it coffee, which it accepts. They can’t talk so they just watch the rain fall and slowly touch each other and then with the coffee making their blood pump, they strip and have sex, not knowing what the future will bring, just a moment of passion between two of the last sentient beings

 

[Hypoxia]

During warm pineapple-express deluges in the Coast Ranges north of San Francisco, me and me partner regularly lounged naked on the sheltered 2nd-floor veranda, sipping rum-spiked coffee, puffing joints, and playing our slide trombone and tenor saxophone, the brassy notes reverbing wetly off valley slopes, chorusing with peacock cries. Truth -- ask the neighbors.

Our hillside community sometimes lost power and was isolated by floodwaters. Cue the freezer-thaw parties, each meal held at another house, even the vintner's, with everyone invited to bring and cook foodstuffs before they spoiled. For LIT purposes, all adult attendees would be naked, of course. And neighbors would include licensed cannabis growers as well as vintners. Tis the season to be sharing, eh?

What to do during stormy weather? Crank up the fireplaces and lay-about naked on the ersatz fur rugs.

 

[sirhugs]

During warm pineapple-express deluges in the Coast Ranges north of San Francisco, me and me partner regularly lounged naked on the sheltered 2nd-floor veranda, sipping rum-spiked coffee, puffing joints, and playing our slide trombone and tenor saxophone, the brassy notes reverbing wetly off valley slopes, chorusing with peacock cries. Truth -- ask the neighbors.

Our hillside community sometimes lost power and was isolated by floodwaters. Cue the freezer-thaw parties, each meal held at another house, even the vintner's, with everyone invited to bring and cook foodstuffs before they spoiled. For LIT purposes, all adult attendees would be naked, of course. And neighbors would include licensed cannabis growers as well as vintners. Tis the season to be sharing, eh?

What to do during stormy weather? Crank up the fireplaces and lay-about naked on the ersatz fur rugs.

rather than naked, the rain makes their clothing see-through. so they see what is through. Triggering the dormant lust.

hilarity ensues.

 

[JaxRhapsody]

A woman drinks coffee while her lover gives her, her morning orgasm, eating her pussy.

 

[WalterAndOliveAnn]

A woman drinks coffee while her lover gives her, her morning orgasm, eating her pussy.

Hopefully it's cold pressed. Hot espresso could be dangerous, and she might choke on chocolate covered beans.

 

[Hypoxia]

Hopefully it's cold pressed. Hot espresso could be dangerous, and she might choke on chocolate covered beans.

When attending West Coast Computer Faires and the like, we eschewed coffee and depended on chocolated espresso beans, to avoid long waits in restroom lines. Did sex occur in some of the sealed-off show booths? Could be...

 

[sirhugs]

"Strip monopoly anyone?" proposed Gretel.

 

[silversword]

"Strip monopoly anyone?" proposed Gretel.

"You should know by now that clothes or no clothes monopoly only ever ends in an argument!" retorted Hansel.

 

[AvroAnsonXIX]

"You should know by now, that 'clothes or no clothes monopoly' only ever ends in an argument!" retorted Hansel.

"Fine," replied Gretel to her brother, "I'll just get naked now and you two can owe me for it. Are you in Stevie?"

"Sure," said the stunning seventy-year old 'Welsh Witch'. "I may be old, but I'm game."

"Those years just add experience," Hansel said. "And experience is good."

"Oh my dear boy. I could just eat you up," said Stevie.

"He's good. He tastes just like gingerbread," Gretel said.

"Yum, yum," said the Welsh Witch.

"I bet you taste yummy too," said a now naked Gretel to the witch.

"Let me get this little black dress off, and you can find out," said Stevie, "both of you."

(--From the original "Left-hand Chris Anderson," and adapted by "two brothers, formerly grim, but much better now --thanks for asking.")

 

[Hypoxia]

"Strip monopoly anyone?" proposed Gretel.

Imagine instead a lasciviously modified game board for The Game Of Life, America's first popular parlor game. Replace some steps along the way with disrobing, sucking, fucking, slurping, pegging, rimming, cross-dressing, etc. All part of life, hey?

 

[sirhugs]

"Fine," replied Gretel to her brother, "I'll just get naked now and you two can owe me for it. Are you in Stevie?"

"Sure," said the stunning seventy-year old 'Welsh Witch'. "I may be old, but I'm game."

"Those years just add experience," Hansel said. "And experience is good."

"Oh my dear boy. I could just eat you up," said Stevie.

"He's good. He tastes just like gingerbread," Gretel said.

"Yum, yum," said the Welsh Witch.

"I bet you taste yummy too," said a now naked Gretel to the witch.

"Let me get this little black dress off, and you can find out," said Stevie, "both of you."

(--From the original "Left-hand Chris Anderson," and adapted by "two brothers, formerly grim, but much better now --thanks for asking.")

love the bit I bolder for you...

 

[sirhugs]

"You should know by now that clothes or no clothes monopoly only ever ends in an argument!" retorted Hansel.

"which leads to kissing and making out, er...up... " Gretel grinned

 

[davion2308]

Cabana Style

Husband and wife escape to a beach town while their kids are off at Grandma's (or wherever). They rent a house on the water, it's a small cozy house with a cabana out in the sand. They re-engage their marriage with the kids (don't we all want to do that!) and they reconnect.

Day 1 and 2 pass with some fun sex, some outside sunlight, some bikini wearing, and Day 3 is raining.

It's not a hard rain but it's enough to keep the boaters off the water. It's warm weather, the rain is gentle, and wife grabs herself a cup of coffee and heads out to the cabana to sip and watch the sprinkles on the water. She has her robe, a nice soft satin robe, without anything else.

Husband joins her shortly after. They talk about fantasies, they get turned on, and it ends with husband's knees in the sand, wife's feet wide apart, and he's going down on her while she sips her coffee and watches the rain.

 

[Hypoxia]

Damn, I brewed it too black. Now I must de-ink the coffee, rain or not.

 

[sirhugs]

Damn, I brewed it too black. Now I must de-ink the coffee, rain or not.

and here I thought it was a squid, attacking because it resents our treatment of tentacle monsters.

 

[slutindianwife]

That was my recent post over on the Author's Hangout. I looked at it and thought "that would make a great opening line, but what's the story about?"

Hate typos in titles... that should read "drink"

Is the view and the coffee good?