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Easter tradition could be anything from family dinner to egg hunt. "May-December" means one person in the couple is much older. Like on in their 30s and one in their 60s.

CrimsonMaiden said:

Easter tradition could be anything from family dinner to egg hunt. "May-December" means one person in the couple is much older. Like on in their 30s and one in their 60s.

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Oy Veh!

Dingus Guy said:

Summer Morning and Remec both said they would contribute but neither got involved so who knows. Just the 3 of us for now, although I was told we have a lurker waiting for the right challenge. Time will tell. I will waited for BT to post a new one.

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Sorry...seems everytime I turn around with an idea for a story, it gets stymied by something else...(I'm already late on a chain story segment that I managed to get two delays on to begin with.)

But...I have begun something for this...not finished yet, but maybe by the end of the week...<crossing fingers>

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"At Grandma's Mercy"

If it wasn't one thing it was certainly a dozen thought Allan as he tried to straighten up the apartment. After the blind date he'd had last week, he'd found himself energized and wanting to streamline all the little chores and tasks that he always blamed for his not having a proper love life. Granted, he wasn't sure if he would see either of his newfound sexual partners any time soon, but he figured it couldn't hurt to get all the usual excuses out of the way for a change.

Finished with the last bit of dusting, he dropped to the main couch in the living room and picked up the remote.

A quick squint at the VCR told Allan that the tape was still inside, so he turned on the television and clicked rewind. Flipping channels while the tape made its way back to the beginning, he stopped to watch a special bulletin from one of the local newsteams.

"We repeat. The escaped felons should be considered dangerous and unpredictable. It is unclear whether they were armed at the time of the prison break, but should be treated as such now. Both due to the time factor as well as the likelihood of weapons being in the police car they fled the scene in."

The report was given mostly in voice-over as images of two hot, if rather steely and hardened, looking women were flashed on the screen. First, mugshots and drawings from the artists in the courthouse during their trials were shown. These were followed by security camera footage of them overpowering the guards watching them and binding them with the torn sleeves and leggings from the orange jumpsuits. "Hmmm," murmured Allan as the angle of the cameras made the women's bared legs and tight panties the focal point of his attention.

He didn't notice the bulge in his lap at first. Nor when exactly he had begun caressing it through his pants. But when one of the women moved to taunt the camera as they changed the jumpsuits for the deputies' uniforms, he realized he was hard. She leaned forward and did a practiced shimmy-shimmy of incredibly large breasts in too small a bra, and Allan thought over who he was being turned on by. "Hell, murderers or not," he said to himself as he drew his cock out of his pants and began stroking its shaft, "I'd do them both in a heartbeat."

"That's good to know," a female voice said from behind him.

Allan froze, but the voice clucked her tongue. A second, deeper voice said,"Don't stop. Been too long since I've seen a real dick...let alone one hard 'cause of me. Stroke it...get it nice and hard."

Dingus Guy said:

I am a little lost with this one. Did I tell you I am Jewish and don't celebrate Easter. What do you mean by "Mature, as in May-December"? I also know nothing about the Victorian Era so what do you mean by "suppressing"?

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Sorry, I didn't realize you wouldn't know anything about Easter traditions. Why don't you take Pesach instead of Easter? (Is that Passover in English?) It's about the same time, usually a week in between the two. Do something with matzes or bitter herbs?

May-December Crim explained and as for suppressing, maybe the correct word would be repressing?
No sexuality acknowledged, at least not openly. That was the main characteristic of the Victorian era. No bodily sensations whatsoever. An ankle was scandalous and men had mistresses by the dozen.

I hope that gives you enough information.



Remec,

Promising start. Keep writing.

Remec, that's a very interesting start. Looking forward to more.

Damn, I forgot about my own challenge. LOL

But I'm happy to say the last one is posted. See my sig.

Don't tell me I'm the only one who took up my challenge?



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Hiding eggs and sausages

Penny dried her hands on the fluffy white towel and turned to look around the big kitchen. It smelled of melted chocolate, baked bread and spices. Cook was busy kneading dough for a batch of Easter buns and Penny smoothed her skirts over her hips. She should take more care in what she was eating. This household was the ruin of her figure.

The plump governess smiled at her own fancy. Nobody would be interested in her figure one way or the other. The master of the house had eyes for no one but his beautiful wife and she wouldn't want it any other way. Her previous employer had been a little too interested in her and she had been more than happy to move to this new family. They had two lovely little girls who kept their governess busy for most of the day. She liked the girls but was saddened by the fact that their parents were not really interested in their offspring.

Penny shook her head. Last week, on Palm Sunday they had not even taken the trouble to take the girls to church although Cook had baked them both a bread rooster. Together with Penny they had spent the Saturday afternoon decorating the birds with yellow ribbons and garlands of raisins. Chattering happily about taking their efforts to church the next day they had been to the florist as well to buy a few branches of pussy willows for tails. In the end the parents had decided to leave them at home, totally ignoring the disappointment of the little girls who had been dying to show the gaily decorated birds to the other children who would be there. Their parents had not so much as looked at their work, let alone compliment them. They were more intent on the lunch they would be attending afterwards, without noisy and messy children.

With a frown on her freckled face Penny watched how Cook pounded the dough, turned it around and pounded it again. The stout woman brought a certain rhythm to her work and it was almost mesmerizing to watch her. Penny sat down at a corner of the heavy wooden worktable and propped her chin up by her hands. It really was a shame how dispassionate Moira Spencer Daggenham treated her daughters.

Her eyes were still following the muscled arms of Cook, but in her mind's eye Penny saw the beautiful but cold face of the lady of the house. Not even the adoration of her husband, David Spencer Daggenham could melt that ice queen. Penny snorted at the thought of the master of the house. He was completely infatuated with his wife and did nothing but spent most of his time at his club or at the beck and call of his emotionless spouse.

Penny was glad she was left alone in this household. At thirty she was no longer expecting to marry so there would be no children of her own. She liked children though and the two girls in this house had stolen her heart. Six and eight years old they both had angelic faces with blond curls and the sparkling blue eyes of their mother. Thank god, they had nothing of her cold nature and Penny had often wondered what had made their mother so frozen.

Perhaps this Easter she would learn some more. It was her first in this house and Cook had told her Moira's father was coming to visit his daughter. Apparently it was a family tradition to spend Easter at the house of his only child. Normally they would have been invited to his mansion for Christmas and New Year's Eve, but they had skipped the festivities because the old man had wanted to be alone. It had been the first holidays since he had lost his wife and Penny had assumed he was grieving. But now she would get the opportunity to see the girls' grandfather. She only hoped he was a more loving person than his daughter.

"Daydreaming again, are you?"

Cook's gruff voice woke her up and Penny looked a bit sheepish at the round little woman with the gray bun pinned to the back of her head.

"Was it that obvious?" Penny felt her cheeks turn red.

The staff was nice enough but as always the position of a governess was somewhere in between. Certainly not part of the family, but not quite belonging to the personnel either. She had resigned herself to that a long time ago and guessed it had something to do with sharing meals with the children upstairs instead of down in the kitchen with the rest of them.

In this household however, she had found a friend in Cook. Perhaps because she was from Dorset too. Whatever the reason, the older woman had taken a liking to her and was always nagging her to find herself a nice young man. As if that was a serious option for an old spinster like her.

Penny patted her hair to cover up her embarrassment. The unruly curls were forever escaping the pinned up hairstyle she favored. With some hairpins stuck in her mouth she redid it as best as she could. Her arms up in the air she froze in her spot at the table when she heard an unfamiliar voice at her back.

"My dear Hazel, making my favorite cardamom buns, are you? Woman, your cooking will make my stay here at least passable."

Penny turned to look who was speaking. A stranger filled the doorway, clad in a chauffeur's uniform, his dark hair slicked back and his face creased with laughter as he greeted Cook.

"Simms, how good to see you. Do sit down. Tea?"

Penny must have looked surprised because Cook continued while pouring a big bowl of Darjeeling with a dash of milk.

"Simms here is Sir Gregory Falkner's chauffeur." She turned to the newcomer again. "Aren't you early? I was told to expect you for dinner but it isn't even tea time yet."

The man Simms shrugged as he sat down and grabbed the bowl with tea. "The old man wanted to get an early start. Said he wanted to see his granddaughters before they were sent to bed. She the new governess?" He motioned his head in the general direction of Penny.

Penny got up and made for the door. After all those years of being in between it still hurt to be treated like air. She darted a hand across her eyes and closed the door softly behind her, cutting off the voice of Simms.

"... nice ass. He'll want..."

Stupid driver. He was not important to her; the only ones that mattered were Sophie and Bella. Muttering under her breath Penny ascended the back stairs to go check on the girls' bedroom. They were with their parents in the morning room for now and she suspected they would be kept there for some time, being paraded in front of their grandfather.

Sophie was already able to play an acceptable piece on the piano and Penny was sure Moira would show her off. Even though she never showed any interest in the lessons whatsoever, Penny had noticed she presented her eight-year-old as if she was personally responsible for the child's musical talents. Heaven knows what she would do if she ever found out Bella was nearly tone deaf. The child could not even learn to sing a simple song properly.

Penny lingered for a while upstairs but there really was nothing for her to do. Well, there always was something to mend or to iron of course but right now she could not find the calm to sit down. She should go down to the kitchen. If she wanted to hide painted eggs for the girls to hunt in the morning she had better get going. She merely hoped that Simms character would be gone. Cook was a nice woman and she never made her feel unwelcome.

As soon as Penny stuck her head with the auburn curls around the kitchen door she saw Cook was alone. She heaved a sigh of relief and slipped inside, closing the door behind her.

"Can I color the eggs now, Cook?"

"Where did you go off to then? Simms was wondering too, you know. Here, take a seat. I'll get them in a minute. They were done ages ago."

The round little woman bustled about in her kingdom of pots and pans, checking the bread in the oven and stirring the chocolate pudding before she put a bowl of boiled eggs in front of the younger woman.

"Here you go. What are you going to do with them? I never heard of anything like it before."

Penny smiled. "It's easy really. I use these colored pencils to decorate them. See?"

She held up an egg she had given a ring of blue before she added a band with red dots above and one with green triangles below. Perhaps she should have asked the girls to help her. Bella especially would have liked to use the pencils. The little girl was fond of colors and could spend hours with drawing. Maybe next year. For now Penny wanted to do it on her own, as it was not customary to do a lot of children's activities in this house. She didn't want to push it, not after the disappointment with the Palm Sunday roosters.

After an hour of working steadily she had the bowl of eggs done. Cook looked them over with an approving smile on her face.

"I'm glad the girls have you, dear. They get at least some sunshine from you. The mistress will never so much as bent down to them, if you get my drift." She pushed a fresh cup of tea towards Penny. "And what happens now? You have to hide them?"

Penny sipped her tea and nodded. "Yes. It should be an egg hunt in the garden, but I don't think it's wise to go that far. I'll hide them on the upper floor so the grown ups won't be bothered by the search. She finished her tea and left the kitchen with the bowl of colored eggs in the crook of her arm.

Barely upstairs she was called down to the morning room. A quick glance in the mirror made sure her hair was not a total mess. Hurrying down the back stairs she smoothed the green striped blouse over her bosom, checking the tiny pearl buttons. Her black skirt rustled as she entered the room and stood just inside.

"You rang, madam?"

She ventured a quick glance around and saw a teary-eyed Sophie and a stubborn looking Bella, both seemingly seeking asylum with the elderly gentleman sitting in the big leather chair normally reserved for the master of the house. No doubt that was Moira's father, Sir Gregory Falkner. He had the same arrogant tilt to his head, but he seemed less cold. At least his face showed laughter lines.

"Come in, Miss Reese. The girls are tired, I think. Will you please take them upstairs? And see to it that they do not excite themselves any further." The cool voice of Moira Spencer Daggenham dripped with disapproval.

Penny heaved an inward sigh. The woman clearly meant for her to keep the children quiet and out of her way for the rest of the day. Poor little girls. Lord knows what had happened but they both looked miserable and very reluctant to leave their grandfather. She stepped further into the room and gave the stranger a quick nod. Since Moira hadn't found it necessary to introduce her, she figured she could get out of there without much fuss.

"Come along you two." She smiled and held out her hands. "Let's find out what Cook made you for tea. It smelled awfully good in the kitchen."

Sophie grabbed her hand and smiled back at her. She was a wise little girl, already weary of her mother's foul temper. Her sister was a different person though. Bella decided to show how difficult a six-year-old can be and clamped her jaws as she stood in front of her grandfather.

"No. I don't want to." She took hold of the nearest leg and clung to it. The stubborn look on her angelic face was a close echo of her mother's.

Penny bit her lip. She didn't want to make a scene but she had to get Bella out of there, fast. A glance showed her Moira was very irritated with the girls and David was no help either. He simply ignored his daughters. That left Sir Gregory and his leg in her province.

Inwardly groaning Penny pushed Sophie gently to the door. "Go upstairs, sweetie. I'll be along in a minute."

With the color rising in her cheeks she turned back to the stubborn Bella who was still holding on to her grandfather's leg. She knelt down and reached out to pry Bella's hands loose. It was inevitable to touch the man but when she did, she was surprised to feel muscled flesh instead of dry bones. She looked up at him and was startled to see his gray eyes studying her intently. A small sparkle deep inside them made her uncomfortably warm and she blushed deeper.

"Come along, Bella. You don't want to make your mother unhappy, do you?" Penny felt a bit sick at having to warn the child like that, but she didn't know what else to do.

To her shock a pair of strong hands reached down and without effort Bella was picked up from the floor. Still on her knees Penny had to bend her head back to look up at Sir Gregory as he stood up, little Bella on his arm as a triumphant cherub.

"Are you coming, Miss Tease?" The bronze voice started a tremble in her belly and Penny scrambled up and out of the room, forgetting decorum for a moment.

"It's Reese, sir." Her voice was barely above a whisper.

"It is? What a shame, I do prefer to call you Tease." The chuckle was unmistakable, as was the innuendo.

Penny thought it best to ignore the remark. After the groping from her former employer she had grown a lot wiser. That pig had even managed to make her hot and bothered, itching and wet and miserable. Men wanted pure wives and whatever they did with other women was best left unsaid. There was no way she was giving someone else a chance to do that as well. Her mother had been quite right when she had warned Penny to keep her body to herself.

"You can give her to me now. There's no need for you to come upstairs." She refused to look him in the face.

"I disagree."

The unexpected answer forced her head up and she noticed the gleam of satisfaction when she realized she looked him in the eyes after all.

"Bella here is not yet ready to let go. And I don't see you fighting me." He laughed softly. "Not that I would mind."

In a hurry to get away from those mocking eyes she turned left without thinking, ready to use the back stairs, but a firm hand held her back by her shoulder. The warmth seeped through the cloth of her blouse and it felt as if his fingers were burning into her flesh. A soft gasp escaped her and she froze for a moment.

"I don't take the servant stairs."

Penny hid her red face as best as she could while she rushed up the stairs. Her skirts bunched in her fists, her small feet in the dainty black ankle boots sped up. She never even realized her flight left Sir Gregory with a perfect view of her rear end and the occasional glimpse of her calves.

She guessed he was at least sixty but apparently he was very fit. It took him no effort to carry Bella up the stairs and into the children's room. With a huge swoop he set her down, kissed her on the head and turned to Sophie, who had been leading them like a silent little ghost.

"Shall I come back later? To tell you a story?"

Penny felt something like panic at his suggestion; nobody ever came upstairs after teatime. The evenings were her own, to do with as she pleased. The prospect of this stranger intruding into their little world was upsetting her. With a frown she checked her thoughts. He was perhaps a stranger to her, but he was the grandfather of the girls. She should be grateful there was someone in this family who seemed interested in them after all.

With a start she realized Sophie and her grandfather had come to some sort of understanding. She had missed it however and she bit her lip, reluctant to ask. As Sir Gregory turned he smiled down at her. Penny noticed the myriad fine lines around his eyes and the few remaining dark streaks in the silver of his hair. His face was lined and he certainly looked his age, but he was exuding vitality and health.

Confused by her own observations, Penny bowed her head and stepped back to give him room to leave. He did but on his way out he touched her cheek and her head came up with a snap.

"I'll be back after tea to read them a story."

Penny opened her mouth but before she had figured out what to say, he was gone. Leaving her with a faint fluttering in her stomach, a nervous feeling that slowly died down as she had tea with the girls. A few careful questions gave her more answers than she actually wanted. Apparently Sophie had stumbled while playing on the piano and Moira had scolded her. Then she had wanted the girls to leave and Bella said grandfather had told them to stay. He had said something about a heart to mummy.

Not sure if she understood the little girl correctly or whether the girl had understood all that was being said, Penny considered the implications. Had Moira used her to get rid of the children? Why would her father go against her wishes with regard to the girls? Perhaps he found her cold too? Penny shook her head. That was not very likely, since she was his only child. She shrugged; it was none of her business.

She was just tucking the girls in when a cough near the door alerted her to another presence. Sir Gregory had an amused expression on his face when he looked at her. No doubt he could see how uncomfortable she felt.

"If you like, you can take some time for yourself. I'll be reading to them for a while. I thought Little Red Riding Hood?"

Penny nodded and hurried out of the room into her own, leaving the door ajar so she could hear him leave. For a moment she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed and the elegant French twist was slipping a bit, trailing wisps of hair in her neck. With her hands on her face to calm herself she sat down, her elbows on the small table that served as her desk.

For a while she just sat there, gazing unseeing at the bowl of colored eggs. He was the father of her mistress for goodness' sake. Why on earth should she feel uncomfortable with him? He could be her father too. Shaking her head she grabbed the bowl and made for the door. This was as good a time to start hiding eggs as any.

Careful to keep out of sight, Penny listened at the door for a few moments. The sound of the deep voice was making her nervous again and she hurried off, secure that he was not even halfway through the story yet.

Hiding the eggs was fun. After she had put them between dolls and behind books she put some in with the potted plants. Finally she had run out of places to put them and she decided to hide the rest of them along the corridor. This floor was used solely for the children and their governess; nobody else ever came up here, except for the rare occasion David or Moira actually remembered to be a parent. There was no risk of them stepping on hidden eggs. Penny giggled at her own thoughts and stood looking down the long hallway.

She had two eggs left when she spotted the perfect place. Halfway down the corridor stood a large ornate chest with carvings in the shape of bird's nests. Grinning she placed a cheery red and purple striped egg in a carved nest on the corner but it rolled away, slipping between the chest and the wall. With a sigh she put the bowl down. It wouldn't do to leave it. The smell would be awful in just a couple of days.

Penny hitched up her skirts and rested a knee on the chest, bending over to get an arm behind the chest, her other arm resting on her elbow.

"What an inviting pose. How thoughtful of you."

The bronze voice startled Penny and she bumped her head against the wall. Rubbing her skull she tried to turn but to her shock she was pinned to the chest by a pair of warm hands resting on her hips.

"No. You don't understand. I was hiding eggs. For the girls."

"Ah, playing Easter bunny, were you?" The soft chuckle did something to her spine, making it turn into a soft and pliable thing.

Penny reached behind her to push the old man away, but was startled when her hand met his. He held her fingers for a moment, then let go of it and patted her behind.

"I'm glad we have this chance to get to know each other a little better. I like my granddaughters very much, Miss Tease." She could hear the laughter in his voice. "And they said you were nice. Are you nice?"

His hands rubbed her bottom and she felt her skirts moving up, exposing more of her legs.

"Please." Penny bit her lip as she heard the quiver in her voice.

"Please? Ah, you want to please, is that it?"

She guessed he bent over her because the next thing she knew was his lips in her neck. It sent a shiver down her spine and she arched her back without willing to. His mouth was warm and when she felt a wet kiss at her nape she yelped in surprise.

Still bent over the chest, leaning on her elbow, Penny tried to squirm out from under his hands but it was no use. His hands were firm on her hips and his legs had her trapped. He knew it too because one hand crept up from her hip to her waist. His fingers stroked the silk of her blouse and trailed up until he reached her bosom.

His hand fitted over her breast as if made for it and he quickly brought up the other hand too, cupping both breasts in his hand, moving his fingers over the hardening peaks. The sensations in her body were alarming her as she recognized the growing itch between her legs. Soon the wetness would come too and she would be left all hot and bothered.

"Please, don't." She heard how desperate she sounded and closed her eyes in shame for a moment.

"Don't? Your body tells me something else, Miss Tease." His fingers pinched her nipples and she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. "See?"

He kissed her in her neck again, licking along the ribbon around her throat.

Again Penny tried to struggle free; she had no wish to be filled by him. She knew what that was like, sticky and messy and strangely frustrating. Sir Gregory however, was not willing to let her go yet, and he pushed her head down with one hand while the other flipped her skirts up over her hips. To her despair he found the cords that tied her pantaloons within seconds and a cold draft told her he had managed to bare her bottom.

She closed her eyes again, resigned to the inevitable. Steeling herself for his thing entering her, she gasped in surprise at the feeling of his fingers instead. Ashamed that he would feel her wetness she squirmed but he merely chuckled.

"Very nice, Miss Tease. All hot and wet and ready. You like it, don't you?"

The bronze voice seemed to melt her bones even further, but Penny was determined to keep some piece of her pride.

"No, I don't. I hate being wet and hot and itchy."

The sudden stillness was a bit frightening. Had she angered him so much he would hit her? Penny shivered from nerves, the cold air hitting her backside and the sudden warm breath on her cheek.

The whisper in her ear made her jump out of her skin. "Are you telling me you have never experienced the pleasures of the flesh, never truly enjoyed it?"

Penny turned to look at him then. Her green eyes huge in her shocked face, she gazed at the old man who was holding her bare bottom in his hands. She felt the tears stinging at the back of her eyes. Never had she been so humiliated.

"I'm not a pros...pros...prostitute." She stammered in her indignation.

He laughed and kissed her on the nose. "No, you're not. And liking the feelings in your body will not make you one either."

His fingers found their way back between her legs. "Hot and wet and itchy, huh?"

He rubbed the wetness and spread it, making the itch worse. As if he knew what was happening to her, he pushed her folds aside so he could touch her entrance. Penny was confused. This had never happened before. She wanted to spread her legs, widen her stance and she even liked him touching her.

A soft noise down the hallway made her stiffen in alarm. Was there someone? She turned her head but there was no one. It had been nothing but the creaks and noises of an old house. As she relaxed again, Sir Gregory pushed his fingers up inside her and she cried out at the feeling. All she could think about was moving on his hand, building the friction.

When he pulled away, she was feeling betrayed for a moment, then she tried to resign herself. Why would it have been any different with him? The only difference was he had used his fingers instead of his thing to stick inside her. But the result for her was the same, wasn't it?

Penny wanted to get up, convinced the interlude was over but to her surprise she felt something nudge against her entrance. He wasn't done yet. He wanted to replace his fingers with his man thing. Suddenly Penny found herself taking an active part. She pushed back against him, thinking how the friction would build some more if she was filled with something bigger than a couple of fingers.

She felt the head push and than glide up into her body, stretching her insides and filling her to capacity. Next she felt him start to move and it was like she had to pee, only she didn't. When he placed his hand on her front he touched something sensitive there and she bucked beneath him, her muscles contracting and a feeling of warmth spread through her body.

Penny rested on her elbows, her bottom up and pushing back against the silver haired grandfather who was pumping his cock in and out of her with a vigor worthy of a much younger man. Still full of wonder at the new feelings she had experienced, Penny enjoyed the building of a new itch for the first time in her life and she moved her hips to meet his strokes for the maximum of pleasure.

As his seed hit her cervix she climaxed as well, making soft incoherent sounds at the back of her throat.

"That was ... incredible." Penny heard her own breathless voice, but she didn't care. "Never have I felt something like that before."

One warm hand squeezed her softly between her legs. "I'm glad you liked it. I had fun too."

Sir Gregory turned her around and sat her down on the chest. As she looked up at him he smiled and started to put his thing back in his pants. Taking a deep breath, Penny took courage and reached out to touch it, wondering at the velvet feel of something that could get so hard.

"I think you better finish hiding your eggs. We will play hide the sausage some other time again."

He raised her chin to kiss her on the lips and then he walked calmly down the corridor to the stairs, leaving Penny behind where she sat wide-eyed on the chest, trying to make sense of what had just happened to her.

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Comments? Anybody?



Edited: the most eloquent of all comments, a 1.
That's on the Grandma story.

BT
I've read, I'm digesting and will post comments later today.

BT, I think it's good. However, I think the governess gives in a bit too easily considering her mentioned previous experience.

Black Tulip said:

Don't tell me I'm the only one who took up my challenge?

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I'll have one. It's just going to be late. I forgot when the deadline was, lol.

Okay, it's late, but here it is. I have no clue for a title.

Ignore the <>, they're for posting formatting.


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I liked it, Crim. Apart from some typo's I don't have much to comment on.

Hellfire and brimstone. The subject of every service was the same. Even on Easter, Brother John couldn’t give it a rest. Lacy knew Easter was supposed to be a celebration of life, but it seemed their pastor didn’t feel that way. Instead of celebrating, he berated them with rules and old laws of how they should behave and how they were going to hell if they didn’t follow them to the letter. Stupid old goat.

Lacy hid her discontent well. Rebelling openly against the religion would profit her nothing as long as she remained under her parents’ roof.

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I think you need to rephrase the part about hiding her discontent. It looks weird after that "stupid old goat". I think you should keep that one in, it's good. But it is a bit confusing.

Luke lusted quite frequently.

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What about her? Did that turn her on? Or was she lusting as well? Has she ever been exploring her own body? Perhaps you could incorporate something about that in the story, because now it looks as if Luke was the "culprit" and then she suddenly gives in to this stranger. The information she found shocked her at first, then it made her hot. That could be a good spot to give it a little more body.

Only other thing I want to know, are you giving this a follow-up?



Title: Salvation (hehehe), Getting out, The road to freedom, Lacy's goes her own way.

Call me if you need more. LOL

Black Tulip said:

Only other thing I want to know, are you giving this a follow-up?

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Probably... haven't decided yet, but I did leave it open for that.

any interest in getting this started back up? (be a good jump start for anyone dealing with block)

CrimsonMaiden said:

any interest in getting this started back up? (be a good jump start for anyone dealing with block)

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I got major blockage. Hmmm that sounds colon-like. Shakes it off...ummm...I been working 6 days a week, so it might be tough if it is a huge challenge. The last story I submitted was actually started from this thread years ago. "Guard of Eden". I know it involved some reference to the Kama Sutra. So what do you have in mind little lady?

Dingus Guy said:

So what do you have in mind little lady?

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Haven't really got that far yet, lol. Just wondering if there was any interest. If there is, I'll come up with something for a challenge.

LOL

I just finished a story that was started as a challenge in here over a year ago.

Black Tulip said:

LOL

I just finished a story that was started as a challenge in here over a year ago.

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Hey BT, waves frantically.

Hi Dingus! Nice to see you back too.

*bumping* again because I don't want this thread to fade again into obscurity just yet


Surely some of our newer members of the AH would like to try their hand at doing a story or two the Challenge Club way? Anyone?

It's fun.
It keeps you writing.
It gives you the opportunity to try your hand at something new.



Now, who can resist a challenge like that?

Black Tulip said:

It's fun.
It keeps you writing.
It gives you the opportunity to try your hand at something new.



Now, who can resist a challenge like that?

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I think the 3 nana salute says it all.

Black Tulip said:

Now, who can resist a challenge like that?

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Everyone, it seems.

Do you two want to participate, or should we just let the thread fade away for the last time?

CrimsonMaiden said:

Everyone, it seems.

Do you two want to participate, or should we just let the thread fade away for the last time?

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Lay it down for us CM. Give us da rulez.

Challenge

must contain a blow job done in an unusual place
must have at least 2 sex scenes
cannot be a "group" story
must include the phrase "You want to put that where?!"
must include the words bush (non-sexual context), amber, hippopotamus, and khaki

Challenge is open to anyone reading this and is due a week from Friday on August 11.