Writer's Challenge

Which entries touches your senses the most? You may vote for more than one.

  • Gaia_Lorraine

    Votes: 2 18.2%
  • Sienna

    Votes: 2 18.2%
  • MzLady

    Votes: 2 18.2%
  • Stryderthorongil

    Votes: 1 9.1%
  • Nightbird

    Votes: 5 45.5%
  • Wyckdwench

    Votes: 3 27.3%
  • oralyfix8d

    Votes: 2 18.2%
  • de-valmont

    Votes: 0 0.0%
  • clevatreva

    Votes: 2 18.2%

  • Total voters
    11
  • Poll closed .
Sight...

Always There

Kirsty waited patiently as the surgeon unwrapped her bandages. The moment of truth had arrived after four long weeks of waiting. As each wrap came away she prayed to herself, clenching her fists in anticipation. “Almost there my dear.” The surgeon reassured her. And then she felt the last wrap of bandage fall away. One by one the surgeon removed the patches and she forced her eyelids to open gently.

The excitement ran through her as she saw everything around her. It was as if she had entered another world. For the first time she could make out shapes and forms that once was only described to her or that she could feel. Now the world had suddenly become a different place altogether as the senses of sight rushed into her mind. She gasped, almost breathless sending out her mixed emotions of both happiness and fear. Fear, because until now, this sense was totally unknown to her.

The surgeon stood before her, bending forwards, looking directly at her. “It seems you have sight my dear. I knew the surgery would work. It’s becoming immensely popular these days, allowing thousands to see for the first time.” Her pupils moved rapidly as she focused. He was the first ever person she had seen without the “seeing” senses of her fingertip touches. It seemed so natural that her mind began to rapidly adjust to drawing parallels between one dependent sense to that of a new one. The concept of colour and shape was definitely new to her like never before.

“Is that your skin?” she asked excitedly. “Is that what it looks like?” The surgeon ignored her comment and continued to examine her eyes. “Your nose and eyes? Your mouth and lips?” He was accustomed to first reactions from patients and allowed her to observe. She took his elbows in her hand and just stared at him. He gently removed her hands so that he could stand back and look.

“You have very pretty eyes.” He commented with a smile. “Now you can use them. But first I need to do some tests if you don’t mind?” She began to look around the surgery, taking in everything she could focus upon whilst trying to stay calm and seated. She looked down at her own manicured fingernails, their shape and colour and then at the rest of herself as she gazed downwards at the clothing and colours, a mixture of known with the totally newly discovered.

After a few minutes the new sense was becoming a familiar thing. It replaced that strange darkness that once existed. She realised how easier it was to identify with solid objects around her, but those colours and shades were something else. People she knew and recognised “looked” different because now she could actually see them. And when she met her mother in reception, her first reaction was to do both, feel and see. As her fingertips scanned so did her eyes, matching up one sense with the other. “Mum, I can see you,” she cried almost uncontrollably. They both celebrated that special happy moment with tears and hugs as Kirsty began to feel a sense of total rebirth.

That first evening, after being introduced to her family and friends at home, she took one lingering look at herself in the full-length mirror attached to her wardrobe. She began to realise her own personal self. “Is that me?” she asked. She watched her lips voice her words in the reflection and touched her own face. “Who am I?” she continued to ask herself.

“It’s you Kirsty. That is the woman I love.” David stood behind her and she watched his reflection as he rested his hands upon her shoulders staring at her. But there was something different about him. She had realised that as soon as she had met him that afternoon. He was not only more handsome than she had realised, but more sexual too. The gift of sight had added something extra to her feelings about him. She also noticed it in herself too as she looked at her own reflected image. Suddenly she began to appreciate beauty for what it was and now it made more sense as to why people took pride in their appearances playing upon a concept that she had never totally understood before.

Slowly David eased the straps free of her shoulders, allowing the pink dress to fall free from the top of her body exposing her naked breasts. They looked just as they had felt before, soft and so well formed, but now she could see how the various differences in skin tones combined. Beauty surely was in the eyes of the beholder. And when David caressed her breasts she could see how intensifying it looked which complimented the feelings.

As they lay both naked on the bed, she took her time to look at every part of his body. Feeling, smelling and now seeing it with her very own eyes. And David himself realised that she had become different too in her approach to lovemaking. It was as if she had discovered a new dimension and indeed she had. Her fingers caressed his erect penis as she licked its tip. Now she could gaze up at him and see his reaction. Never before was that possible and what she did and saw made it all the more intense. She turned and looked at their reflection in a mirror and the sight made her feel much more powerful in some uncanny way. The power of sight in erotic behaviour was another dimension altogether it seemed. And one she was about to learn very quickly.

Three months had passed and Kirsty was now used to the world of vision and the many things it added to her life. She had developed a passion for the movies, evolving from just hearing them or reading stories from a line of dots embossed in paper. Life certainly became much faster in pace and David began to realise this too. Her interests expanded and he began to feel less and less important in her life. She no longer depended upon him as she spent more and more time away from home and constantly in his devoted care. Even their lovemaking began to suffer after the newly discovered peak in visual appreciation. Kirsty soon began to discover other things beyond their world together as a couple. She loved David as the man she married and cared for, but there were other men too. Men who she had already met and knew as friends and acquaintances or even just passing strangers in her day-to-day activities.

“I need a job,” she declared. David was shocked to hear her. He had never even considered that she would want to work so rapidly. They sat facing each other at the dining table and she was sulking. “I feel so useless,” she continued. “You can’t expect me to just stay around home all day and do nothing. Even my own mother has abandoned me. I never see her from one day to the next unless I invite her.”

“I agree you are more and more independent, but a job is something else.” David was determined to slow the pace down. She was running too fast before she could even walk straight. She had always been taken care of by either him or her mother. And, he was not so keen on loosing her so quickly to the rest of the world quite yet.

“I think I’m ready. I have been making enquiries.” Kirsty told him. David looked at her, wondering where and who with. “I’ve been to see Val and he thinks I can hold a good position in his organisation. And we need that extra income.”

“Val?” David dropped his cutlery at the mention of his name. “Why did you ask him for work?” He stood and leaned across the table at her angrily. Kirsty remained unmoved and stared back with a grin on her face. “You know what I think about that guy don’t you?”

“You are just jealous, that’s all.”

“No Kirsty. I know what he wants from you. You can’t even see it with your own eyes can you?” The comment was inappropriate as both of them realised instantly. David bowed his head. “I’m sorry.” He looked at her and appealed for her forgiveness and understanding. “Kirsty, he only wants your body. He wants to get you into his bed and once he’s done that he’ll dump you like all the others.” She listened, but knew in her own heart and mind that David was just protecting her from something that she believed did not exist. Val was a new friend who had introduced her to things she could not appreciate until recently. This new world was full of new discoveries and Val was one of its dashing heroes in her mind.

“No David, you are so wrong. And I’m going to take his offer as soon as I can. Please don’t even try to stop me.” Kirsty made it clear to him. She was now determined to enter a new lifestyle so different to the one that she had known during the past twenty-seven years of her life. With sight came a new beginning.

Val Briton was a good employer. He allowed Kirsty the time to adapt to using the keyboards in his office with the assistance of Angela, his long-standing personal assistant. She was quick to learn, already familiar with the basics of Braille. Typing soon became easy to master. But, Val was not interested in Kirsty being an extra hand in his busy studio. He had other areas he wanted to explore with her and Kirsty was not resisting his ultimate intentions.

The new sense of vision allowed Kirsty to use her aesthetic mind and photography became her new interest. Val stood behind her in his studio and watched as she focused the camera on his latest subject, a glamour model named Casey, who was adorably pretty. Val dictated Casey’s poses, semi-naked and very erotic. The more he pushed the young model to show more of her talents, the more he directed Kirsty to react with the camera. Soon the shots turned more and more erotic as Casey was drawn into his intended theme. And, Kirsty became as equally drawn into his theme also. The two women began to play with each other, one giving the shots, the other taking.

Kirsty began to realise what was happening and stopped suddenly as Casey sat in the chair posing with her legs wide apart. “Keep going.” Val ordered. “Don’t stop there. You have to milk it for everything you can get.”

“Wait.” Kirsty turned to Val. “This is going a little too far don’t you think?” He grabbed the camera looking back at her with his wild blue eyes staring. “Why don’t you join her?” he asked. “Go ahead, I know you want to.”

“I don’t think so.”

Kirsty left the studio and returned to her desk in the office. Angela noticed that she was disturbed by something and it did not take too long to discover the reasons. “You’re not the first.” She explained in a low voice. “I’ve seen them come and go since I’ve been working for him. He’s a womaniser and lets face it, a man like him will never change. You are exactly the type of girl he preys on.” Her words matched David’s warnings exactly. Val was indeed very smooth in his nature and it was not too difficult to be swept along with his charms.

“Does he ever try it on with you?” Kirsty asked.

“Oh no. I don’t have what you and the rest have.” Angela laughed. “Besides, I’m middle-aged and happily married with kids and I’m certainly no glamour chick. He’s wanting to get you into his bed and as an added bonus make you into one of them.”

“Them?”

“Yes, the models. Didn’t you know his game?”

Kirsty thought for a moment. Glamour was certainly nice to look at. It sold things in advertising, which she thought Val was rather good at by creating images for various agencies. His techniques were amongst the best there was. However, posing naked and showing the world your private domains were to say the least, a little extreme for advertising. “Yes, I know what you mean now. I didn’t know he was into that kind of thing.”

“Actually he makes more money from that than the usual stuff.” Angela continued. “I have seen it all and I know exactly what business he does. He’s looking for someone new. Someone who can give him credibility in his professional career.”

That evening after dinner, Kirsty sat opposite ends of the dinning table with David as usual. “Can I ask you something?” she asked. David looked at her as she leaned forwards. “Do you think I’d make a good photographic model?” And, in David’s mind there were no doubts about the answer. He not only loved her enough to marry her, but she was everything that he looked for in a woman, despite her past disability. Now Kirsty was completely perfect in his own judgement.

“I don’t know what exactly you are trying to ask, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes upon. Why are you asking me this?” He was totally sincere and Kirsty could see it. For the first time ever, she saw that expression and look in his eyes that told her that there were no doubts about how he felt for her. She felt the same feelings for him and always did. She also realised how lucky she was to have found a man like him to share her life with.

“I just discovered what you meant today about Val Briton. I was blind in more ways than just sight. I was also blind in seeing behind someone’s nature and intentions. You were right about him.”

“Did he do anything to you?” David asked. Kirsty stared up to the ceiling and sighed, pausing a while before giving him an answer. “No. I think I realised just in time,” she replied reaching for his hand. David took it and squeezed. “Now I know.”

It had been a while since they had made love. The new ambitions Kirsty had discovered had put a brake on things. She had certainly discovered other men and how she could use her own charms and sexuality to play around with their minds. But now she began to realise that playing around was not the way to continue. Especially when she was so devoted to one man in particular. Atleast he was faithful and he was always there when she needed him, which was something she was slowly neglecting in her newly found life-style.

Together they lay beside the crackling fire set in the old-style fireplace. The firelight from the burning logs reflected in both their faces as they sat and cuddled into each other. They both decided without words exchanged between them to disrobe from each of their clothes and for a short spell they resumed their cuddles, drinking red wine and just simply enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of them were aroused at first until David decided to run his fingers along her thigh stopping short of her pubic mound which was as it always had been, full and unclipped with her soft mousy brown hair.

“Remember how I used to touch you like this?” David whispered in her ear. Kirsty nodded smiling, remembering exactly that certain touch. “And then, I waited before doing this…” She closed her eyes as his fingers brushed through her pubes before parting her lips as he nibbled her earlobes softly. She replied with a soft approving moan as his fingers entered her labia, feeling her dampness. Kirsty could feel herself drifting back to a time when feeling was all she had and in a way it was all she needed to appreciate his loving romantic advances.

Before long, David was showing her once again what they had always shared in lovemaking. His rigid manhood penetrated slowly and deeply on that first entry that always took her breath away as she tightened her grip responsively. Then he slowly moved in and out as he kissed and caressed each breast in turn, bringing her gently to an orgasmic level where she could hold tight and ride the ensuing waves of passion as he bit on her nipples, pulling them further to an aroused attention.

Kirsty began to rediscover that sight was not that important in lovemaking. It was certainly nice to watch through a nearby mirror, but the feeling and closeness was more important. David had learned that too in the sharing of what conditions had existed. As long as they both shared those feelings together, nothing else really mattered.

The End.

© Sienna 2005
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Gaia_Lorraine said:
We have five senses -:

- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell

The first challenge is to write a short story or a poem based on the first of these senses...

SIGHT.


Deadline? It's christmas, so 31st Jan 2006.
Thank you to those who have asked questions about this challenge in PM, permit me to answer these openly so that others are aware.

First if I may ask you to read down the thread you will see that there has been some input and clarification of the LIT rules regarding this type of thread.


Should I post directly to the thread or submit through PM and wait to have it approved first. - Yes please post it direct into the thread, it is not my intention to say which submissions should or should not be posted. It is beautiful to see all the different angles of interpretation on something that dominates all of our lives.

Is there a length limit? - The writers have a blank page to do with what they wish. Whatever they feel is right they can do, from a profound quote to a novel.

What is to happen to the entries? - It is primarily a challenge set to stretch our imaginations, emotions and our ability to express those into words. If there are sufficient submissions then it will be opened into a contest after the close date.

What prevents someone from stealing the story of someone else? - They are written here in LIT under our names (I always use the copyright symbol for writings of significance) but if you consider that your work is worthy of submission then do so before or soon after. Further input on this is appreciated from LIT Gurus.
 
jumping in with both feet :)

SIGHT
Through loving eyes…

Stepping from the shower, she caught a glimpse of him staring from the door. She fussed at his gawking that drew a rosy warm blush over her nakedness. Silly giggles bubbled up as he ducked the damp towel she threw while hurrying to cover herself with another. He’ll always be her ‘little peeping Tom’ seeming to delight in catching her unaware at the most inopportune times.

Sheepishly he drew closer with a pleading look of innocence. She met his lips with a forgiving kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Two hearts overflowing with love even after all this time.

Shooing him away she managed to finish dressing before calling out to him, “It’s time Tom, let’s go.” Passersby would find it difficult to imagine the relationship between the tiny old couple strolling down the street, hand in hand. Even bodies stooped with age and faces wrinkled with time cannot daunt the glowing smile they share. Their eyes hold a reflecting love that will last them through eternity.
MzLady © Dec 2005
 
MzLady said:
SIGHT
Through loving eyes…

Stepping from the shower, she caught a glimpse of him staring from the door. She fussed at his gawking that drew a rosy warm blush over her nakedness. Silly giggles bubbled up as he ducked the damp towel she threw while hurrying to cover herself with another. He’ll always be her ‘little peeping Tom’ seeming to delight in catching her unaware at the most inopportune times.

Sheepishly he drew closer with a pleading look of innocence. She met his lips with a forgiving kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Two hearts overflowing with love even after all this time.

Shooing him away she managed to finish dressing before calling out to him, “It’s time Tom, let’s go.” Passersby would find it difficult to imagine the relationship between the tiny old couple strolling down the street, hand in hand. Even bodies stooped with age and faces wrinkled with time cannot daunt the glowing smile they share. Their eyes hold a reflecting love that will last them through eternity.
MzLady © Dec 2005

Personally I found that very touching.
Long Live Love.
 
MzLady said:
SIGHT
Through loving eyes…

Stepping from the shower, she caught a glimpse of him staring from the door. She fussed at his gawking that drew a rosy warm blush over her nakedness. Silly giggles bubbled up as he ducked the damp towel she threw while hurrying to cover herself with another. He’ll always be her ‘little peeping Tom’ seeming to delight in catching her unaware at the most inopportune times.

Sheepishly he drew closer with a pleading look of innocence. She met his lips with a forgiving kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Two hearts overflowing with love even after all this time.

Shooing him away she managed to finish dressing before calling out to him, “It’s time Tom, let’s go.” Passersby would find it difficult to imagine the relationship between the tiny old couple strolling down the street, hand in hand. Even bodies stooped with age and faces wrinkled with time cannot daunt the glowing smile they share. Their eyes hold a reflecting love that will last them through eternity.
MzLady © Dec 2005

{{MzLady}}:rose: Wonderful, thank you. :)
 
Sight... my attempt. Not sure it is very good. My imagination seems to be lacking these days, but here ya go.

I see you
By Stryderthorongil © 2005

I see you
Staring at me across the room
Eyes penetrating the smoke
Burning through my soul

I see you
Pulling my eyes to yours
Urging me to cross the filtered space
People disappearing from view

I see you
Trying to break the link
Feeling my will sink
At the power of your eyes

I see you
Nothing but your soul
Reaching out to mine
Entranced by the sight

I see you
Ensnared, entrapped, enraptured
Lost within your eyes
The world fading ...

I see you
 
Stryderthorongil said:
Sight... my attempt. Not sure it is very good. My imagination seems to be lacking these days
If your imagination is lacking then I await the day when it is fruitful ;)
I loved it Stryder
:rose:
 
Gaia_Lorraine said:
If your imagination is lacking then I await the day when it is fruitful ;)
I loved it Stryder
:rose:


{{{Lorraine}}} :rose: Thank you. You always know the right things to say. :) :heart:
 
Lorraine, Sienna and Stryder you are all too kind. Thank you and I’m glad for the challenge. Each of your own writings are very thought provoking. Mine was just a twist of whimsy, although I do hope to find the kind of love that will endure to the very end…and beyond.

There are so many wonderful writers here on Lit. I hope they take up the challenge too.
 
Reminder of the challenge for the benefit of any new visitors -

We have five senses -:

- Sight
- Hearing
- Touch
- Taste
- Smell

The first challenge is to write a short story or a poem based on the first of these senses...

SIGHT.


Deadline 31st Jan 2006.

Thank you to those who have asked questions about this challenge in PM, permit me to answer these openly so that others are aware.

First if I may ask you to read down the thread you will see that there has been some input and clarification of the LIT rules regarding this type of thread.


Should I post directly to the thread or submit through PM and wait to have it approved first. - Yes please post it direct into the thread, it is not my intention to say which submissions should or should not be posted. It is beautiful to see all the different angles of interpretation on something that dominates all of our lives.

Is there a length limit? - The writers have a blank page to do with what they wish. Whatever they feel is right they can do, from a profound quote to a novel.

What is to happen to the entries? - It is primarily a challenge set to stretch our imaginations, emotions and our ability to express those into words. If there are sufficient submissions then it will be opened into a contest after the close date.

What prevents someone from stealing the story of someone else? - They are written here in LIT under our names (I always use the copyright symbol for writings of significance) but if you consider that your work is worthy of submission then do so before or soon after. Further input on this is appreciated from LIT Gurus.
 
Submissions so far for the SIGHT challenge -:

I see you
By Stryderthorongil © 2005

I see you
Staring at me across the room
Eyes penetrating the smoke
Burning through my soul

I see you
Pulling my eyes to yours
Urging me to cross the filtered space
People disappearing from view

I see you
Trying to break the link
Feeling my will sink
At the power of your eyes

I see you
Nothing but your soul
Reaching out to mine
Entranced by the sight

I see you
Ensnared, entrapped, enraptured
Lost within your eyes
The world fading ...

I see you

=========================

SIGHT
Through loving eyes…

Stepping from the shower, she caught a glimpse of him staring from the door. She fussed at his gawking that drew a rosy warm blush over her nakedness. Silly giggles bubbled up as he ducked the damp towel she threw while hurrying to cover herself with another. He’ll always be her ‘little peeping Tom’ seeming to delight in catching her unaware at the most inopportune times.

Sheepishly he drew closer with a pleading look of innocence. She met his lips with a forgiving kiss and wrapped her arms around him. Two hearts overflowing with love even after all this time.

Shooing him away she managed to finish dressing before calling out to him, “It’s time Tom, let’s go.” Passersby would find it difficult to imagine the relationship between the tiny old couple strolling down the street, hand in hand. Even bodies stooped with age and faces wrinkled with time cannot daunt the glowing smile they share. Their eyes hold a reflecting love that will last them through eternity.

MzLady © Dec 2005


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By Sienna
Always There

Kirsty waited patiently as the surgeon unwrapped her bandages. The moment of truth had arrived after four long weeks of waiting. As each wrap came away she prayed to herself, clenching her fists in anticipation. “Almost there my dear.” The surgeon reassured her. And then she felt the last wrap of bandage fall away. One by one the surgeon removed the patches and she forced her eyelids to open gently.

The excitement ran through her as she saw everything around her. It was as if she had entered another world. For the first time she could make out shapes and forms that once was only described to her or that she could feel. Now the world had suddenly become a different place altogether as the senses of sight rushed into her mind. She gasped, almost breathless sending out her mixed emotions of both happiness and fear. Fear, because until now, this sense was totally unknown to her.

The surgeon stood before her, bending forwards, looking directly at her. “It seems you have sight my dear. I knew the surgery would work. It’s becoming immensely popular these days, allowing thousands to see for the first time.” Her pupils moved rapidly as she focused. He was the first ever person she had seen without the “seeing” senses of her fingertip touches. It seemed so natural that her mind began to rapidly adjust to drawing parallels between one dependent sense to that of a new one. The concept of colour and shape was definitely new to her like never before.

“Is that your skin?” she asked excitedly. “Is that what it looks like?” The surgeon ignored her comment and continued to examine her eyes. “Your nose and eyes? Your mouth and lips?” He was accustomed to first reactions from patients and allowed her to observe. She took his elbows in her hand and just stared at him. He gently removed her hands so that he could stand back and look.

“You have very pretty eyes.” He commented with a smile. “Now you can use them. But first I need to do some tests if you don’t mind?” She began to look around the surgery, taking in everything she could focus upon whilst trying to stay calm and seated. She looked down at her own manicured fingernails, their shape and colour and then at the rest of herself as she gazed downwards at the clothing and colours, a mixture of known with the totally newly discovered.

After a few minutes the new sense was becoming a familiar thing. It replaced that strange darkness that once existed. She realised how easier it was to identify with solid objects around her, but those colours and shades were something else. People she knew and recognised “looked” different because now she could actually see them. And when she met her mother in reception, her first reaction was to do both, feel and see. As her fingertips scanned so did her eyes, matching up one sense with the other. “Mum, I can see you,” she cried almost uncontrollably. They both celebrated that special happy moment with tears and hugs as Kirsty began to feel a sense of total rebirth.

That first evening, after being introduced to her family and friends at home, she took one lingering look at herself in the full-length mirror attached to her wardrobe. She began to realise her own personal self. “Is that me?” she asked. She watched her lips voice her words in the reflection and touched her own face. “Who am I?” she continued to ask herself.

“It’s you Kirsty. That is the woman I love.” David stood behind her and she watched his reflection as he rested his hands upon her shoulders staring at her. But there was something different about him. She had realised that as soon as she had met him that afternoon. He was not only more handsome than she had realised, but more sexual too. The gift of sight had added something extra to her feelings about him. She also noticed it in herself too as she looked at her own reflected image. Suddenly she began to appreciate beauty for what it was and now it made more sense as to why people took pride in their appearances playing upon a concept that she had never totally understood before.

Slowly David eased the straps free of her shoulders, allowing the pink dress to fall free from the top of her body exposing her naked breasts. They looked just as they had felt before, soft and so well formed, but now she could see how the various differences in skin tones combined. Beauty surely was in the eyes of the beholder. And when David caressed her breasts she could see how intensifying it looked which complimented the feelings.

As they lay both naked on the bed, she took her time to look at every part of his body. Feeling, smelling and now seeing it with her very own eyes. And David himself realised that she had become different too in her approach to lovemaking. It was as if she had discovered a new dimension and indeed she had. Her fingers caressed his erect penis as she licked its tip. Now she could gaze up at him and see his reaction. Never before was that possible and what she did and saw made it all the more intense. She turned and looked at their reflection in a mirror and the sight made her feel much more powerful in some uncanny way. The power of sight in erotic behaviour was another dimension altogether it seemed. And one she was about to learn very quickly.

Three months had passed and Kirsty was now used to the world of vision and the many things it added to her life. She had developed a passion for the movies, evolving from just hearing them or reading stories from a line of dots embossed in paper. Life certainly became much faster in pace and David began to realise this too. Her interests expanded and he began to feel less and less important in her life. She no longer depended upon him as she spent more and more time away from home and constantly in his devoted care. Even their lovemaking began to suffer after the newly discovered peak in visual appreciation. Kirsty soon began to discover other things beyond their world together as a couple. She loved David as the man she married and cared for, but there were other men too. Men who she had already met and knew as friends and acquaintances or even just passing strangers in her day-to-day activities.

“I need a job,” she declared. David was shocked to hear her. He had never even considered that she would want to work so rapidly. They sat facing each other at the dining table and she was sulking. “I feel so useless,” she continued. “You can’t expect me to just stay around home all day and do nothing. Even my own mother has abandoned me. I never see her from one day to the next unless I invite her.”

“I agree you are more and more independent, but a job is something else.” David was determined to slow the pace down. She was running too fast before she could even walk straight. She had always been taken care of by either him or her mother. And, he was not so keen on loosing her so quickly to the rest of the world quite yet.

“I think I’m ready. I have been making enquiries.” Kirsty told him. David looked at her, wondering where and who with. “I’ve been to see Val and he thinks I can hold a good position in his organisation. And we need that extra income.”

“Val?” David dropped his cutlery at the mention of his name. “Why did you ask him for work?” He stood and leaned across the table at her angrily. Kirsty remained unmoved and stared back with a grin on her face. “You know what I think about that guy don’t you?”

“You are just jealous, that’s all.”

“No Kirsty. I know what he wants from you. You can’t even see it with your own eyes can you?” The comment was inappropriate as both of them realised instantly. David bowed his head. “I’m sorry.” He looked at her and appealed for her forgiveness and understanding. “Kirsty, he only wants your body. He wants to get you into his bed and once he’s done that he’ll dump you like all the others.” She listened, but knew in her own heart and mind that David was just protecting her from something that she believed did not exist. Val was a new friend who had introduced her to things she could not appreciate until recently. This new world was full of new discoveries and Val was one of its dashing heroes in her mind.

“No David, you are so wrong. And I’m going to take his offer as soon as I can. Please don’t even try to stop me.” Kirsty made it clear to him. She was now determined to enter a new lifestyle so different to the one that she had known during the past twenty-seven years of her life. With sight came a new beginning.

Val Briton was a good employer. He allowed Kirsty the time to adapt to using the keyboards in his office with the assistance of Angela, his long-standing personal assistant. She was quick to learn, already familiar with the basics of Braille. Typing soon became easy to master. But, Val was not interested in Kirsty being an extra hand in his busy studio. He had other areas he wanted to explore with her and Kirsty was not resisting his ultimate intentions.

The new sense of vision allowed Kirsty to use her aesthetic mind and photography became her new interest. Val stood behind her in his studio and watched as she focused the camera on his latest subject, a glamour model named Casey, who was adorably pretty. Val dictated Casey’s poses, semi-naked and very erotic. The more he pushed the young model to show more of her talents, the more he directed Kirsty to react with the camera. Soon the shots turned more and more erotic as Casey was drawn into his intended theme. And, Kirsty became as equally drawn into his theme also. The two women began to play with each other, one giving the shots, the other taking.

Kirsty began to realise what was happening and stopped suddenly as Casey sat in the chair posing with her legs wide apart. “Keep going.” Val ordered. “Don’t stop there. You have to milk it for everything you can get.”

“Wait.” Kirsty turned to Val. “This is going a little too far don’t you think?” He grabbed the camera looking back at her with his wild blue eyes staring. “Why don’t you join her?” he asked. “Go ahead, I know you want to.”

“I don’t think so.”

Kirsty left the studio and returned to her desk in the office. Angela noticed that she was disturbed by something and it did not take too long to discover the reasons. “You’re not the first.” She explained in a low voice. “I’ve seen them come and go since I’ve been working for him. He’s a womaniser and lets face it, a man like him will never change. You are exactly the type of girl he preys on.” Her words matched David’s warnings exactly. Val was indeed very smooth in his nature and it was not too difficult to be swept along with his charms.

“Does he ever try it on with you?” Kirsty asked.

“Oh no. I don’t have what you and the rest have.” Angela laughed. “Besides, I’m middle-aged and happily married with kids and I’m certainly no glamour chick. He’s wanting to get you into his bed and as an added bonus make you into one of them.”

“Them?”

“Yes, the models. Didn’t you know his game?”

Kirsty thought for a moment. Glamour was certainly nice to look at. It sold things in advertising, which she thought Val was rather good at by creating images for various agencies. His techniques were amongst the best there was. However, posing naked and showing the world your private domains were to say the least, a little extreme for advertising. “Yes, I know what you mean now. I didn’t know he was into that kind of thing.”

“Actually he makes more money from that than the usual stuff.” Angela continued. “I have seen it all and I know exactly what business he does. He’s looking for someone new. Someone who can give him credibility in his professional career.”

That evening after dinner, Kirsty sat opposite ends of the dinning table with David as usual. “Can I ask you something?” she asked. David looked at her as she leaned forwards. “Do you think I’d make a good photographic model?” And, in David’s mind there were no doubts about the answer. He not only loved her enough to marry her, but she was everything that he looked for in a woman, despite her past disability. Now Kirsty was completely perfect in his own judgement.

“I don’t know what exactly you are trying to ask, but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever set eyes upon. Why are you asking me this?” He was totally sincere and Kirsty could see it. For the first time ever, she saw that expression and look in his eyes that told her that there were no doubts about how he felt for her. She felt the same feelings for him and always did. She also realised how lucky she was to have found a man like him to share her life with.

“I just discovered what you meant today about Val Briton. I was blind in more ways than just sight. I was also blind in seeing behind someone’s nature and intentions. You were right about him.”

“Did he do anything to you?” David asked. Kirsty stared up to the ceiling and sighed, pausing a while before giving him an answer. “No. I think I realised just in time,” she replied reaching for his hand. David took it and squeezed. “Now I know.”

It had been a while since they had made love. The new ambitions Kirsty had discovered had put a brake on things. She had certainly discovered other men and how she could use her own charms and sexuality to play around with their minds. But now she began to realise that playing around was not the way to continue. Especially when she was so devoted to one man in particular. Atleast he was faithful and he was always there when she needed him, which was something she was slowly neglecting in her newly found life-style.

Together they lay beside the crackling fire set in the old-style fireplace. The firelight from the burning logs reflected in both their faces as they sat and cuddled into each other. They both decided without words exchanged between them to disrobe from each of their clothes and for a short spell they resumed their cuddles, drinking red wine and just simply enjoying each other’s presence. Neither of them were aroused at first until David decided to run his fingers along her thigh stopping short of her pubic mound which was as it always had been, full and unclipped with her soft mousy brown hair.

“Remember how I used to touch you like this?” David whispered in her ear. Kirsty nodded smiling, remembering exactly that certain touch. “And then, I waited before doing this…” She closed her eyes as his fingers brushed through her pubes before parting her lips as he nibbled her earlobes softly. She replied with a soft approving moan as his fingers entered her labia, feeling her dampness. Kirsty could feel herself drifting back to a time when feeling was all she had and in a way it was all she needed to appreciate his loving romantic advances.

Before long, David was showing her once again what they had always shared in lovemaking. His rigid manhood penetrated slowly and deeply on that first entry that always took her breath away as she tightened her grip responsively. Then he slowly moved in and out as he kissed and caressed each breast in turn, bringing her gently to an orgasmic level where she could hold tight and ride the ensuing waves of passion as he bit on her nipples, pulling them further to an aroused attention.

Kirsty began to rediscover that sight was not that important in lovemaking. It was certainly nice to watch through a nearby mirror, but the feeling and closeness was more important. David had learned that too in the sharing of what conditions had existed. As long as they both shared those feelings together, nothing else really mattered.

The End.

© Sienna 2005
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Sight - Gaia_Lorraine

I cannot hide my eyes
words with no voice
read the unspoken
I cannot hide my lies
If only you lived within
the window of my eyes
feel the things I try to hide
you will see
Come closer look within
take me as I am
penetrate my mind
my beauty, my sin
See my inner thought
the dream that lies therein
Within our mirrored mind
no need to say a word
the word is in our eyes
Saying what you need to hear
“Love” is what you heard
 
Sight

Ok here it is. My entry to the Challenge. Please let me know what you think.


I was standing on your front porch waiting patiently and was rewarded with your face smiling back at me. It was the kind of smile that glows from your eyes, one that told me you were happy to see me.

It had been a wonderful summer day and the early evening weather was turning out to not disappoint. It one of those low humidity slightly cool but not too cold kind of times that make you breathe in deeply and be glad to be alive.

You open the door and slightly exasperated say, “Okay, I’m ready I guess. Where ARE you taking me?”

Where was I taking you indeed? You hadn’t stopped asking since I’d called you earlier in the week and asked you on this date. My only clue to you was that you were to dress appropriately for the weather and be comfortable. The not knowing and not being able to plan ahead of time drove you crazy and I giggled to myself at your frustration.

I walked with you to my truck and opened your door for you. It’s slightly high, so as gracefully and gentlemanly as I possibly could, I helped you inside. That you were dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt there was no worry about a skirt or a dress riding up too high which made it easier for me to put my hands on either side of your hips and kind of give you a boost.

The drive to my secret spot was filled with very pleasant conversation. My heart beat a little faster and my smile grew wider when you took my hand in yours as I drove. I would never grow tired of holding your hand, such a small simple thing but still a symbol of your feelings for me.

I carefully and slowly drove down the lane for the park. I easily found a spot to park. It was later in the evening and there weren’t many people using the beach, so we at least had some privacy.

Turning the engine off I climbed out of my side and walked around to open your door and helped you out. I walked around to the back of the truck opened the tail gate and pulled out a big blanket.

“Would you carry this for me please?” I ask you, holding the blanket out in your direction.

“Sure, but what are you planning?” You ask me for the millionth time. It was all I could do to keep from giggling out loud. Your quizzical smile doesn’t make it easier for me to contain myself.

I don’t answer you but instead reach back to get a medium sized cooler and something cylindrical in shape wrapped in another blanket.

Carrying the two items under my arms I smile at you and say, “Please come with me, and I will reveal my surprise to you.”

Without waiting for an answer from you I turn and carefully walk down the gentle slope of the sand dune. I picked a nice smooth sandy spot and put down the items. Together we stretch out the blanket.

Kicking off my shoes I look at you and say, “Hmm, take off your shoes and relax. The sand feels really good on bare feet. Besides I’m pretty sure there is some law somewhere that says it’s an affront to nature to be on a beach while wearing shoes.”

As usual you are good-natured and willing to go along with me. You take off your shoes and sit down on the edge of the blanket and look out over the water of the lake.

I got right to work and pour us each a glass of wine. As your sipping on your wine I dish out some of my homemade lasagna and a fresh garden salad on two separate plates. When I offer yours to you the look in your eyes is priceless.

“You did all this for me? How sweet.” You used your ‘aww look a cute puppy’ voice when you compliment me and we begin eating, sitting on the sand side by side.

The food was good, my lasagna had turned out perfectly. We finished with fresh strawberry topped cheesecake for dessert. I moved and sat closer to you, and you snuggled into my chest.

“Most dates include a dinner and a show. We’ve finished the dinner part and now the show is just beginning. Look out over the water and watch, I promise it will be good,” I whisper into your ear. You sighed contentedly and snuggled into me even more.

Following your line of sight, I turned my eyes out over the water. We sat together, holding each other as the sun slowly but steadily sinks into the lake like a giant ball of fire. The sky fills with an artist’s palette of different hues of reds, purples and oranges. It’s a sight I’d never grow tired of seeing.

As the darkness continued to descend upon us I get up and open the cylindrical package I had wrapped in the other blanket. I put the blanket over your shoulders carefully and you look to see that I had four tiki torches hidden inside. I plant one in each corner of the blanket your sitting on and I light them.

I roll and fold the blanket roughly in half so that the light from the torches now shines on some bare sand. After turning on a small radio to some soft romantic music I move to stand in front of you.

“Will you dance with me?” I asked and I held my hand out in front of me for you to take. Without a word you take my hand and stand up.

We move to the bare spot of sand and you wrap your arms around my back, mine go instinctively to your hips and we begin to slowly sway and move in time to the music.

Looking deep into your eyes I see the second sight of the evening I will never forget, the light from the torches reflecting in your eyes as they begin to water and you whisper that you love me while you begin to weep from happiness.
 
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Nightbird said:
Ok here it is. My entry to the Challenge. Please let me know what you think.


I was standing on your front porch waiting patiently and was rewarded with your face smiling back at me. It was the kind of smile that glows from your eyes, one that told me you were happy to see me.

It had been a wonderful summer day and the early evening weather was turning out to not disappoint. It one of those low humidity slightly cool but not too cold kind of times that make you breathe in deeply and be glad to be alive.

You open the door and slightly exasperated say, “Okay, I’m ready I guess. Where ARE you taking me?”

Where was I taking you indeed? You hadn’t stopped asking since I’d called you earlier in the week and asked you on this date. My only clue to you was that you were to dress appropriately for the weather and be comfortable. The not knowing and not being able to plan ahead of time drove you crazy and I giggled to myself at your frustration.

I walked with you to my truck and opened your door for you. It’s slightly high, so as gracefully and gentlemanly as I possibly could, I helped you inside. That you were dressed in jeans and a long sleeve shirt there was no worry about a skirt or a dress riding up too high which made it easier for me to put my hands on either side of your hips and kind of give you a boost.

The drive to my secret spot was filled with very pleasant conversation. My heart beat a little faster and my smile grew wider when you took my hand in yours as I drove. I would never grow tired of holding your hand, such a small simple thing but still a symbol of your feelings for me.

I carefully and slowly drove down the lane for the park. I easily found a spot to park. It was later in the evening and there weren’t many people using the beach, so we at least had some privacy.

Turning the engine off I climbed out of my side and walked around to open your door and helped you out. I walked around to the back of the truck opened the tail gate and pulled out a big blanket.

“Would you carry this for me please?” I ask you, holding the blanket out in your direction.

“Sure, but what are you planning?” You ask me for the millionth time. It was all I could do to keep from giggling out loud. Your quizzical smile doesn’t make it easier for me to contain myself.

I don’t answer you but instead reach back to get a medium sized cooler and something cylindrical in shape wrapped in another blanket.

Carrying the two items under my arms I smile at you and say, “Please come with me, and I will reveal my surprise to you.”

Without waiting for an answer from you I turn and carefully walk down the gentle slope of the sand dune. I picked a nice smooth sandy spot and put down the items. Together we stretch out the blanket.

Kicking off my shoes I look at you and say, “Hmm, take off your shoes and relax. The sand feels really good on bare feet. Besides I’m pretty sure there is some law somewhere that says it’s an affront to nature to be on a beach while wearing shoes.”

As usual you are good-natured and willing to go along with me. You take off your shoes and sit down on the edge of the blanket and look out over the water of the lake.

I got right to work and pour us each a glass of wine. As your sipping on your wine I dish out some of my homemade lasagna and a fresh garden salad on two separate plates. When I offer yours to you the look in your eyes is priceless.

“You did all this for me? How sweet.” You used your ‘aww look a cute puppy’ voice when you compliment me and we begin eating, sitting on the sand side by side.

The food was good, my lasagna had turned out perfectly. We finished with fresh strawberry topped cheesecake for dessert. I moved and sat closer to you, and you snuggled into my chest.

“Most dates include a dinner and a show. We’ve finished the dinner part and now the show is just beginning. Look out over the water and watch, I promise it will be good,” I whisper into your ear. You sighed contentedly and snuggled into me even more.

Following your line of sight, I turned my eyes out over the water. We sat together, holding each other as the sun slowly but steadily sinks into the lake like a giant ball of fire. The sky fills with an artist’s palette of different hues of reds, purples and oranges. It’s a sight I’d never grow tired of seeing.

As the darkness continued to descend upon us I get up and open the cylindrical package I had wrapped in the other blanket. I put the blanket over your shoulders carefully and you look to see that I had four tiki torches hidden inside. I plant one in each corner of the blanket your sitting on and I light them.

I roll and fold the blanket roughly in half so that the light from the torches now shines on some bare sand. After turning on a small radio to some soft romantic music I move to stand in front of you.

“Will you dance with me?” I asked and I held my hand out in front of me for you to take. Without a word you take my hand and stand up.

We move to the bare spot of sand and you wrap your arms around my back, mine go instinctively to your hips and we begin to slowly sway and move in time to the music.

Looking deep into your eyes I see the second sight of the evening I will never forget, the light from the torches reflecting in your eyes as they begin to water and you whisper that you love me while you begin to weep from happiness.
That is so very beautiful. Thank you Nightbird :rose: :kiss:
 
Gaia_Lorraine said:
You bet I do :)
Pure romance and very well written.

I agree. Very romantic :)

And, no repetitive "sex scene"...
 
Nightbird said:
You really think so?

Yes they are right. Very romantic, beautiful, and easy to put yourself into. The way he responds to her needs before she even expresses them is wonderful. He knows her so well that he anticipates everything. What could be more romantic than that? You underestimate your abilities.
 
wyckdwench said:
Yes they are right. Very romantic, beautiful, and easy to put yourself into. The way he responds to her needs before she even expresses them is wonderful. He knows her so well that he anticipates everything. What could be more romantic than that? You underestimate your abilities.
Three girls against one guy, no man in his right mind would ever argue against such unbeatable odds :D
 
Nightbird said:
Well thank you Ladies. (Blush)

Hi wyckdwench :) :rose:

Nightbird, I think a lot of men are adequately capable of writing romance. We have seen many men's works on here and in other places...

One of my favourite authors is D.H.Lawrence... and in my opinion, a very romantic writer he was too.

I suggest, if you have not already, to read some of his works.

:)
 
Sienna said:
Hi wyckdwench :) :rose:

Nightbird, I think a lot of men are adequately capable of writing romance. We have seen many men's works on here and in other places...

One of my favourite authors is D.H.Lawrence... and in my opinion, a very romantic writer he was too.

I suggest, if you have not already, to read some of his works.

:)
Or maybe contribute to the challenge with your own work? :rose:
 
Ok Ladies, so maybe you could provide me with some constructive cricism about the story?

What parts didn't you like?

What parts did you like? Aside from the fact that (A) It's romantic and (B) It doesn't have the boring gratiuitous Tab A in Slot B sex scene.
 
Nightbird said:
Ok Ladies, so maybe you could provide me with some constructive cricism about the story?

What parts didn't you like?

What parts did you like? Aside from the fact that (A) It's romantic and (B) It doesn't have the boring gratiuitous Tab A in Slot B sex scene.

I would say the style you used was not that good. It was like a letter to a lover after the event, sent to remind her about your thoughts and what happened.

It would have been nice in that style if you were telling the reader about your date or wrote it in the "third" person, telling the story about the couples date in detail.

However, that is all I didn't like... the rest was good, very good ;)
 
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