A quick writing challenge

If you're like me, and I'm sure you might not want to admit that you are, you write snippets of stories sometimes. My challenge to you is to write a shower scene in under 1/2 an hour with no editing and post it here.
Just close your eyes and write the scene with no corrections...

Think you can? Go with the 'flow' so to speak and let others see just how creative you can be.

I'm waiting.
Mine will be here later tonight... not enough time this a.m.

How'd you get in my head? I am writing a shower scene as we speak (as I type). However, it's for an upcoming story -- so I won't be posting it here (yet).

Alec Johansen finished washing himself quickly in the steaming hot shower. After rinsing off, he soaped up his hand, and took himself in hand.

He stoked gently. Who should I think about today? he asked himself, as he did most mornings.

Today it was almost a rhetorical question. His older sister was home from college for the weekend, and she'd brought her roommate. To the eighteen year old virgin, she was a walking wet dream. In fact, he had ejaculated in his sleep while dreaming of the lithe little blonde who had spent a good part of last night sprawled on the couch near him in the family room, watching TV, clad in a half shirt and sweat pants that forever threatened to fall down.

He sighed, as he pictured her as she was in the dream, walking into his room and slipping into bed with him. Alec knew it was for naught. "Why would a sexy 20 year old want to fool around with an eighteen year old virgin?" he asked himself, quietly, but out loud.

The answer was unexpected. "Maybe becauses she likes him." said the nude young woman, pushing the shower curtain aside and stepping into the shower. Her hand, replaced his, as she crushed her body against him, and her lips to his.

Mrs Peterson

It was ambiguous. Her statement – it was ambiguous. ‘Christ, were soaked through, lets shower.’ What was I supposed to make of that? Did she mean ‘Lets shower together?’ or ‘I’m going to take a shower, you take one after me?’ Fucked if I know. I stood watching her walking towards the house, rain dripping down my back.

If she hadn’t been teasing me all morning I’d probably have gone home and showered, but she’d commented on how much I’d grown during my first semester, her eyes left no doubt as to which bit of my body she thought had grown most.

Mrs Peterson, I adored her, absolutely smitten. She’d been my sixth form English Literature tutor; we started with four in the group and ended with just me and Mrs Peterson. We’d grown close, she was a few years older than me, separated from her husband of four years – some prick she’d met at university.

In the last few months at school, she’d teased me mercilessly, she knew she was sexy and made an effort, I thought, to be especially sexy on our English Lit. days. It wasn’t that she dressed sexily, it was more deportment and gesture. Sitting on the edge of my desk so her skirt rode up her thighs just enough to expose the darker mesh toward the top of her panty hose, or leaning over my shoulder to check my work, her rich red hair spilling against my cheek. She’d brush her hair over her shoulder, glancing at me, catching my blush, her breath warm on my neck as she’d murmur - ‘Sorry’.

We never did anything, though we spoke about sex – in literature – in a way that conveyed inner feelings, she’d ask me, ‘Can you imagine how the writer felt describing this scene?’ Oh yes I can imagine, luckily my desk hid my wildest imaginings.

She once gave me a shower scene to crit, it wasn’t a syllabus piece, she just wanted me to think about something other than the prescribed texts, then apply my analysis technique to the work I should be doing. It was an incredibly erotic scene of a young couple discovering their bodies under the pretext of showering.

‘Wouldn’t that be a great way to lose your virginity? she’d asked. ‘I guess.’ I replied meekly, embarrassed at my feelings and the erection in my trousers. ‘Hey Simon, don’t look so worried, I’m not going to eat you, at least, not while your still at school. Be more than my life’s worth. Come and see me after your first semester, it will be Christmas time, maybe we can exchange gifts.’

I’d thought of little else during those first weeks at university. She’d called me that first week back. ‘Do you want to come and help me clear the garden after the storm, I’d like to hear how you’ve managed at university without me.’ I’d agreed like a shot, though was dismayed when I arrived to find that she really did want to clear the garden. We worked for a couple of hours in a fine drizzle, barely noticing how wet and dirty we’d become. She looked anything but sexy clad from head to toe in gardening gear. Only her eyes hinted at something, a sparkle, mischievous, glancing at the swelling in my jeans, telling me how much I’d grown.

“Christ, we’re soaked through, lets shower.” Mrs Peterson said.

I couldn’t decide what she meant and followed her to the kitchen door. She dragged her Wellingtons boots off on the doorstep and walked inside taking off her anorak. She turned to me.

“Take your boots off Simon, I don’t want my floor getting muddy.”

She stood watching me remove my boots and as I walked into the kitchen, she crossed arms across her chest, took the hold of the bottom of her jumper and raised it over her head. She was naked underneath, breasts bobbing free of her clothing, I gasped.

“Come on Simon, you didn’t honestly think you were here for the gardening. Get undressed and come to the shower, I’m hungry.”

22 mins.

Rotating the shower head with carmine-nailed piano fingers, she altered the setting from spray to pulse, from spread to jet then turned leisurely and peeking from dripping, diamond crusted lashes, smiled her invitation.

Now was not the time for hesitation, now was not the time for discretion and so, ignoring valour, I began to shed my skin. Show for a show seemed only fair and with the image of her orgasm still bright in my eyes and sound of her yelping cry still sounding in my ears I began to undress, piece by piece of dappled wet garment, wet from the escaping spray from the cubicle in which she seemed caged and unwilling to venture from.

Button by button I led her eyes from my crotch to my chest, where my hands paused to pinch each nipple and then uncaring of the audience, slipping into memory I grasped each breast and squeezed, hard as I dare, making me gasp and drawing an echo from the shower stall.

Eyes flown wide, I stared with hunger at her gaunt frame as she purposefully guided the pulsating stream of hot water towards her own crotch, to pursue again her own peak. Mindless of the encore she directed the water at her dripping bush of hair, in a circular motion, seeking without touch, that nub of ecstacy.

Urged on by her slowly nodding head I unclasped the last button and shed the silken shirt to puddle at my feet, whilst her rapt gaze settled on my breasts. Knowing her own proclivity I paused deliberately, affecting uncertainty, seemingly unwilling to bare that which she desired.

I smiled as the bobbing of her head increased and the whisper "Please." escaped her open lips.






That's as much as I can write in half an hour, editing in your head doesn't tend to encourage flying fingers.

Gauche

Showers. Always, there exist such portals of privacy, where one tries desperately to turn aside the world. There are no screaming children or horn bursts in a shower, not with the pitter-patte of high speed water pummeling your eardrums. It is an escape, a momentary release, kept momentary for conveinence and space. It gives one an out without entering the equally cacophonous world of self. A place to forget all and everything.

Or a place to get off when no one's watching.

Sure, Melissa's use of the shower nozzle was inappropriate, cliched, and dangerous. One slip of passion on the wet floor and her hydrodalliance would end in disaster and a hospital room visit. The blast was uncomfortable as well, not nearly as intimate as one's hands and not as filling as Big Bernie in her bedside drawer.

Still, she was horny enough not to give a flying fuck.

The nozzle was adjustable and she tried to switch it pulse while maintaining the stream's contact on her sensitive clit. Her moans echoing across the empty bathroom as she went. She tried to picture in her mind a handsome movie star or businessman. Tried to imagine one with an acquatic penis. It was damn hard, but a woman in need of orgasm can do anything if they will it.

The knob went to pulse and she nearly fell. The lack of conformity that this introduced stimualted her pussy in ways she'd never thought possible. It felt electric, like the time her college boyfriend had somehow convinced her to try elecrical pads on her breasts. Unlike that time, however, it also felt magical, filled her with tingly sensations that weren't painful.

So, she felt herself slipping, caught between bliss and remaining upright, leaning against the shower door as the blast pulsed into her clipping her clit as it went. She periodically buried the nozzle in her, letting it clean out her insides, wipe out this morning's batch of empty lust so she wouldn't squirm in a meeting and reward the balless fucks she worked with.

And eventually it came, the surging wave of passion, riding on the aquatic theme. It pulsed over her and through her and in between her and she felt and heard the roar of the ocean. Maybe the totality of the act was mixing with her consciousness as she did this or maybe the writer describing her was a talentless hack.

The fourth wall thus broken, the writer said it's a stupid fucking scene, downed a fifth of scotch, and called it a fifteen minute contest instead.

14:56

34 minutes - do I get spanked for going over?

It took a while for the rain to drown the flames that were licking around the blackened building. Everything else in the street was quiet – almost subdued as the water pounded against the sidewalk.

It was night and all the ghoulish spectators had returned to their homes to dream of the crash and the explosion and the events that had shook their small anonymous town from its slumber. All apart from two, who were standing under the shade of a nearby building, watching the smouldering rubble in silence.

“Will the insurance pay out?” asked Jen, crossing her legs to try and cut off the throbbing sensation in her clit.

“You shouldn’t have any problems,” replied the fire officer, “It’s a fairly clean-cut case – which is more than I can say for you.”

Jen caught her breath as the officer’s eyes roamed freely over her body. She’d been checked out by dozens of strangers before – in bars, in clubs, in stores and even in the street – but never by another woman.

She ran a shaky hand over her face in an attempt to wipe off the dirt, but it was a pointless exercise.

“You’ll need a long, hot shower to get rid of that,” observed the fire officer, “It’s a pity the rain couldn’t be any warmer, because then you’d be sorted.”

There was a smile playing around the corners of her lips, but Jen couldn’t join her. The only shower she’d be taking tonight would be in a soulless hotel room. Her home had been destroyed. All her possessions and memories wiped out in just a couple of cataclysmic seconds.

She felt her eyes beginning to brim over and turned away.

“Hey!” the fire officer put a gentle hand on her shoulder, “It’s ok, honey… I’m sorry. I guess now isn’t the time for jokes. You can always come back to my place if you have nowhere to stay.”

“But –“

“But what? It’s a serious offer.”

“I hardly know you… I don’t even know your name!”

“Kira,” replied the officer, now looking deep into Jen’s blue eyes, “And yes – to save you asking the next question, I’m very attracted to you.”

Jen didn’t see those pink sensuous lips approaching hers, but she certainly felt them when they made contact. It was a slow, gentle kiss that sent electricity running down her spine and sparked up another blaze between her legs.

After a while, Kira pulled back from the kiss, but Jen was still hungry for me.

“Come on,” said Kira, “Let’s get you home.”

At first the hammering of the rain was painful, lashing against Jen’s skin until it became red and sensitive. But as she got used to it, she slowed down and began pulling Kira back.

“What’s up?” asked the fire officer, “We’re going to get soaked if we stay out here much longer!”

“I already am,” confessed Jen, “And I was wondering – how about I take that shower now?”

Kira looked around uncomfortably, before giving in to the situation and nodding her head slowly. One more loaded glance and the two women were kissing again, this time their tongues battling and twisting as they explored each other’s mouths.

Soon, Kira was unfastening Jen’s blouse, her fingers impatient and clumsy and sending several of the buttons rolling to the floor. Jen gasped as the rain found her bare stomach, but it was nothing compared to the sensation when Kira unfastened her bra, allowing the rain the whip her nipples until they were hard and swollen.

Kira’s lips were around them in an instant, sucking on them lightly and dragging her tongue and teeth over them until Jen was moaning in ecstasy.

"Submit to me." Those were his only words, the only words he needed to speak.

I dropped to my knees, instantly, bowed my head and placed my hands behind my back. He put the red leather collar around my neck, tightening it as much as he dared, then did the buckle up. It didn't constrict my breathing, but it dug into my neck a little. With the collar in place, I felt properly owned - his property.

"Now I want you to shower for me, I want you clean, you filthy slut."

One tug on the trailing part of the collar and I was on my feet, being led to the bathroom. I nervously glanced about as he led me down the corridor, but was secretly pleased that our room wasn't en suite. What if someone sees us? I was naked, except for the collar, but he was fully clothed. No embarrassment or humiliation for him. Plenty for me. Just as I liked it.

We stepped into the bathroom, unseen. On the way back to our room, maybe?

"Get in the corner. Turn around. Good girl."

I heard the shower come to life, the powerful spray hitting the floor of the cubicle. I didn't hear him approach me, and gasped in surprise when I felt a sharp, stinging slap across my ass, then his hands grab my tits. He squeezed them, hard, breathing heavily in my ear as he did so. Then he took his hands away and grasped hold of my hair, pulling my head back. "Get in that shower," he growled into my ear, "I'm gonna watch you clean yourself."

My heart was pounding and my breathing shallow, I wasn't even sure why I felt so nervous. I think it must have been the extreme humiliation I felt at that moment. I was always clean for him, but that wasn't enough, he wanted to watch over me, making sure I was thoroughly clean, just for him. I walked into the spray, not getting much enjoyment from the water pounding down, onto my naked body. I tried to hide my nerves and the disgust I felt about myself, but did a bad job of it. I wasn't feeling into the scene, at all.

But that didn't last long.

He watched me, intently, then approached. "Come on then, soap yourself."

I poured gel onto a shower puff, then rubbed it down my arms, then back again, moving onto my chest, my tits. When I ran it over my erect nipples it felt like electricity soared through my body. I began to enjoy it. So did he.

"Now your cunt."

Hearing him say that turned me on even more. I moved the puff full of lather down my stomach, toward my mound. I seperated my legs, and sighed heavily as I looked down and rubbed myself. I didn't see him quickly undress, then approach me - my thick hair had been pushed down over my face by the powerful spray.

His hand was on my pussy, his fingers running down, through my wet pubes. The tips of his fingers met my clit and rubbed, gently, then they found my opening. He pushed one finger inside me and I threw my head back, moaning. His mouth went to my tits, hungrily sucking on my nipple, taking it deep into my mouth, then flicking his tongue across it, in the way that always makes my legs buckle. But they didn't buckle, not completely, because he was fucking me with his fingers, holding me there.

An orgasm soon began to build and I grabbed hold of him as it soared through my body. "Fuck!" I cried out and growled in ecstasy, digging my fingers into his back as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. I didn't think he was going to stop, I thought he was going to bring me to the point of almost collapsing, as he had done so often in the past, but he didn't. He slowed, then pulled his fingers from me.

Without saying a word he stood before me, then pushed my head down. I knew what he wanted, what he needed, and I dropped to my knees. His cock was hard, very hard and incredibly inviting. I took it in my hand, squeezing gently, then licked the tip, before taking it into my mouth. I closed my lips around him, sucking on him, tasting him, loving the feel of him in my mouth. I took it as deep as I could, but was then forced to take it even deeper. He'd grabbed my sopping wet long hair and held my head in place as he proceeded to fuck my face.

He thrust into my mouth, harder, faster, not letting up. I tried to relax and breath as best I could, and felt my pussy throb, again; I love to be used in this way, and use me he did. He fucked my face until he started to come. At that point he must have reached over me and turned off the shower, because the water was no longer pounding down on me. He pulled out of my mouth and I looked up at him, just as a powerful stream of come erupted from his cock. It covered my face, and I opened my mouth, hoping to taste him. I wasn't disappointed.

I hadn't been clean for long.

I was his filthy slut again.




28 minutes. I haven't even read back through it, as you stated no editing, Vella. Excuse any typos.

Lou

Incredible that her palms should sweat before ever entering the steamy bathroom, but there was no denying her excitement as she turned the brass doorknob slowly. Pushing the door open quietly, Nyx watched thick white steam curl towards her through the new opening, making its escape while there was still time. The brunette moved quickly and quietly, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. She turned to the middle of the room, but was barely able to see the end of her outstretched arm and cautiously felt her way in the direction of the shower.

The heat in the bathroom was almost unbearable and she could feel the damp air seeping into her clothes, causing them to cling to her skin and become uncomfortable. Steadily shuffling across the room, she peeled her blouse off and immediately shed her bra as well. Naked from the waist up, she felt her bare feet touch the tile just in front of the shower door. A shiver raced up her leg from the sole of her foot as the slick chill of the tile competed with the hot, steamy air surrounding her. Nyx stopped where she was as her second foot landed atop the tile and she stood, transfixed by the sight before her.

The steam obstructed any clear lines or vivid definition, but there was no denying every major curve and dip of her lover’s naked body. Color lines blurred into one another as light and shadow competed against one another through the dense air. Nyx swallowed hard and reached for the belt buckle at her waist, unclasping it blindly and following with the button of her jeans. She barely had the mental capacity to push them down her hips as nearly all her focus was centered on the silhouette of the woman within the large glass enclosure.

It shouldn’t have been as mesmerizing as it was. She’d seen Jade in the shower hundreds of times, most of which she’d participated in as well, but there was something different this time. Something in the way the voluptuous blonde moved told Nyx she was intruding on a private moment. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it and carefully stepped out of her jeans, now completely naked and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

And then she heard it. The tiniest moan, released on an almost absent breath, fought its way through the heavy fog and into her ears. She strained to hear more, but found the pounding of her heart in her ears too loud to discern much of anything else. She leaned closer and watched the blonde’s head roll to the side slowly, resting against the tile wall behind her. Another small moan floated into the room, this time a little longer, a little lower. Nyx’s heart pounded as she reached for the handle on the shower door, sliding it back gently.

It took everything she had not to moan out loud the second she laid eyes on the little blonde. One hand at her breast, the other slowly teasing the rosy lips of her pussy, Jade’s face held the most peaceful expression Nyx had ever seen. Torn between the ease and delight of just watching, and the overwhelming urge to step inside and become a part of the moment, she stood frozen to the tile beneath her. The decision, however, was made for her when a greedy moan left her lover’s lips, shortly followed by the insistent gnawing of her lower lip as Jade’s pleasure mounted.

Nyx pulled the door aside and gingerly stepped inside the shower, closing the door behind her without ever taking her eyes from the enraptured blonde before her. Her eyes followed the tiny rivers of water cascading down smooth creamy skin. She found herself reaching toward the blonde’s glistening skin, but stopped momentarily as a healthy shudder rocked the little woman’s frame. Nyx looked down quickly to see one of Jade’s fingers disappear inside her and instantly knew she could no longer remain the voyeur.

She stepped forward, stopping mere inches from Jade’s slick body, and felt the hot water splash onto her skin and rush down her body. The urge to taste the beauty of the moment overwhelmed the tall brunette and she dropped to her knees, leaning in so close to Jade’s hand that she could have slid her tongue up the back of it, had she wanted to. She inhaled deeply, enjoying the ambrosial mix of fruity shampoo, lavender body wash and the unmistakable scent of her girl’s desire.

Then the dream began. Everything became so surreal that she felt as though she were having an out of body experience. The first contact of her fingers on Jade’s hand should have brought surprise, but the little blonde simply let her hand fall to her side and waited, as if instructed, for the tender touch of her lover. It was as if she had sensed the brunette’s presence and continued with the hope of drawing her in, exactly as she had, but Nyx was certain she hadn’t known. Sliding her hands up the blonde’s thighs, the brunette reached for Jade with her tongue.

She looked up just before her tongue slid up the length of her lover’s slit and watched with unchecked pride and passion as Jade gasped and moaned her pleasure.

**Time's Up**

33 min.

~lucky


Time limit? What were you thinking, blondie? *grin* I might could be persuaded to continue this elsewhere, should you be interested...

I had to stop and masturbate in the middle, so I'm not entirely sure how long it took to write. Is that cheating?



The sun had not yet peeked into the bedroom when I awoke to feel his finger gently tracing my hardening nipple, over and over in the way he knows I like. I kept my eyes closed as he stroked and teased and did not stir even when he cupped my breast in his hand and squeezed. My deep breaths gave me away, though. He squeezed again and then pinched my nipple sharply between his fingers, knowing that would send a little bolt of lightening directly to my clit. My lazy groan was all he needed to hear. Pushing the covers away, he lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked hard as his hand took ownership of my other breast.

He knows this is my favorite way to wake up. He knows a lot about what I like, in fact. Probably better than anyone else ever did. I squirmed and moaned and spread my legs slightly as his lips and touch warmed my body from the inside out. Clutching his head urgently with my hands buried in his hair, I wordlessly urged him to suck harder, to take me into his mouth and make me his. I was always yearning for him to make me his and he always did, when we were naked anyway. Fucking was the best thing we did together. We both knew that was not enough, and we both knew we were better off without it, but we always gave in, as I did now.

My moans grew louder as my breasts swelled and flushed hotly. His hand was running along my waist, my hips, and down between my legs to feel the stickiness, his stickiness, the stickiness he had put there late last night. I spread my legs open wider, accepting his touch as he slid his fingers into me. My hips rose off the bed and pushed against his fingers to take him in more deeply. Suddenly, he dropped my wet and swollen nipple from his mouth, leaving me feeling cold in the early morning chill. I opened my eyes then and looked into his, not that I could ever read what was in there.

"Come on," he said softly, and took both my hands in his and pulled me from the bed. I swayed a little at first, taking deep breaths to steady myself as I followed him down the hallway and into the bathroom. The cool tiles under my feet felt good. As he reached into the shower to turn on the water, my eyes ran over his shoulders and down his smooth back. He had the small firm ass and strong legs of someone who biked a lot. A nice bonus, I thought. Wide awake now, I peeked between his legs as he leaned over to adjust the water temperature, and blushed when he turned around and caught me looking.

Laughing, he reached out and pulled me under the hot spray of water, holding me close for a kiss. His arms wrapped around me and crushed me to his body as his lips claimed mine - he was hard all over where I was soft, unyielding as I melted against him. My hands slipped along his wet skin as I reached between us to find his firm cock. I loved stroking him, feeling the soft hot skin, the softness I craved as much as the hard strength beneath it. As I thought about dropping to my knees and taking him into my mouth, he turned me around and pressed his dick against my ass, rubbing his cock along my skin before sliding it between my legs.

I inhaled sharply as I felt the soft head slip between my lips and into my pussy. Deeper and deeper, he slid in smoothly and firmly as he reached up to grab my breasts in both hands. I stopped thinking then and abandoned myself to the heat of the shower and his insistent stroking. My cries echoed off the walls when he began to rub my clit and I pushed back against him frantically, harder and faster. His cock probed my slippery cunt while his fingers swirled between my lips until I finally crested the wave and screamed. His arms held me firmly as I collapsed, trembling, my cunt throbbing and pulsing inside, still clutching his cock.

One, two, three more firm strokes and I heard it...the soft grunt I always waited for, the only sound he ever made as he poured his hot cum into me. Dripping with water and oozing cum, we were both soft now.

Sorry folks.

I had come home from work, and surprisingly found you at home. I had expected you to still be at the hospital, sitting with your mother.

“Hullo darling, why are you home?”

You turned to me, and wrapped your arms around me, your tired body drooping against me.

“The hospital sent me home to rest, they have given mother something to help her sleep, so there was nothing I could do. “

You sighed deeply, your head lying softly against my shoulder, “But I can’t sleep. I’m too wound up and worried.”

Pressing my lips to your hair, my arms holding you, hands caressing you softly, “perhaps a shower and a massage might help. How does that sound?”

You chuckled softly into my shoulder, knowing exactly what I meant. “I think it would be the perfect treatment love.”

“Then we’d best get these clothes off………..well look at that, your shirt just seems to fall off of its own volition. These cheap clothes, that just fall apart when I touch them.”

Very quickly our clothes were removed and left in a heap on the bedroom floor. Taking your hand, I lead you to the shower, “ A shower would be nice, don't you think?”

“Lovely.”

“Would you care to share one with me? If I promise to behave?”

“I would love to, but if you're going to take the fun out of it, “ you moaned at me.

Giggling at your comment, I squeezed your hand, and turned so that you bumped into me, my arms snaking around you, as I whispered in your ear, “But, I never said 'how I would behave.”

“Ahhhhhhhh...I stand corrected”

“Exactly..” I replied, stealing a quick kiss, smiling up at you. Your lips parted, allowing my tongue to slide into your mouth, just to tease you. I felt you shiver slightly, as I released you, reaching to turn on the water. When the temperature was right, I stepped into the shower and held my hands out to you.

You took my hands and stepped into the water with me.

As I drew you to me, I smiled, “I have a special technique for relaxing you in the shower. I think you’ll like it.”

Your eyes smiled back at me, “I'm sure I will.”

Reaching for the soap, I lathered up my hands as you joined me under the spray, ducking into the water.

“Mmmmmmmm, you do look delicious with all those little droplets everywhere” I murmured, as my hands spread the lather over your shoulders. “So much so….” I spoke softly as I bent my head to suck the water running off a breast, my lips moving down to cover your nipple, gently nibbling it with my teeth.

Your long drawn out ‘oh’, made me smile, and I felt your hands fluttering over my shoulders.

“Oh, you liked that? “ I questioned, “in that case...” my mouth moved to the other breast, repeating the action, my hands moving behind you, spreading the soap over your back and ass.

I could feel your nipple hardening in my mouth, as your back arched slightly pushing your breasts into me more, and your ass wiggled against my hands.

I smiled against your breast,as I felt you tickle the outside of my ears with your fingertips, making me hiss at the touch, and a matching moan escaped from your lips.

Moving slightly away, pressing on your hips, I asked you to turn around, and place your hands on the wall, whispering that I was going to wash your back.

You obediently turned, and I sighed happily at the sight of your delicious butt.

You placed your hands on the wall, cheekily winking at me over your shoulder.

I moved my hands to your shoulders, pressing them down slightly so you bent at the hips........grinning at the wink, and the sound of your giggle. Placing my hands on your shoulders I began to softly but firmly soap over them, down your long, silky back, around the sides, and down over your hips, loving the sound of your contented sigh.

My hands lingered on your hips and cheeks, moving one finger to your crack,drawing yet another ‘ooohhh’ from you.

I whispered to you, “I have to clean everywhere love, can't leave anywhere untouched,” and gently pressed one very very soapy finger to your rose.

Your response was to moan again, and lean further forward, opening your cheeks to my probing finger. Pressing gently, back and forth, the ring opened allowing my finger entry in a soft, silky slither, up to the knuckle, twisting the digit gently, caressing your inner tissues, coating them with soap.

Your long deep gasp echoed around the shower cubicle as your head touched the wall and you pushed your hips back towards me. Slowly I pulled the finger back and forth, while my other hand continued to soap over your cheeks.

When you felt the finger removed, your moan of pleasure became a moan of frustration. I gently slapped your butt, admonishing you, telling you to “Be patient woman,” as I reached above you for the shower head, taking it from the wall, removing the spray head from the hose.

“Now I have to rinse the soap away, “ I grinned, tapping inside your thighs, to spread them slightly, allowing me to move myself closer between them, your cheeks now pressing against my hips and belly, moving the nozzle of the hose over your cheeks......


This is as far as I got in the time........but there is NO way I'm leaving it here. I am going to finish it, and if anyone is interested enough to want to see how it ends.........pm me........in half an hour or so.

30 minutes, unchecked and unedited. Tenses are all over the place, I know that.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," said Frank as he tried to peal the plaster off his leg in the shower.

"Oh what's all the fuss about?" said his wife, as she entered with a clean towel.

"These fucking plasters really stick to ya, don't they?" replied Frank, finally removing it and bathing the cut on his leg.

"How on earth did you do that?"

"Remember I told you I had a flat tyre on the way home, well I was attacked by a dog. At least I think it was a dog, it was dark and it bit me before I even knew it was there."

"Well, that looks nasty, here let me have a closer look."

Joan knelt down to witness the angry looking wound weeping with small trickles of blood as the water from the shower ran down Frank's leg.

"I think you ought to go the hospital love, it needs a couple of stitches at least," commented Joan.

"I can't be bothered, besides I've had far worse in the past. No, I'll just make sure it's clean and bandage it up," replied Frank.

"Well, you know best. Anyway, what would you like for dinner tonight?" said Joan, getting ready to leave the bathroom.

"Have we got any pork chops left?"

"Yes, ok pork chops it is."

Frank carried on bathing once she'd gone, wondering why this small cut should be hurting so much.

Five minutes later and Joan could here a commotion coming from the bathroom, so turning down the gas on the cooker she went to investigate. As she approached the closed door, she heard her husbands voice cry out in pain and immediately rushed in.

To her horror and surprise she found Frank writhing on the bathroom floor and clutching his leg.

"What's wrong dear?" she said, getting a little nearer.

Frank's head snapped upwards, revealing two bright red eyes which made Joan stumble backwards in shock. Clutching hold of the bathroom door, Joan watched as Frank teeth and jaw began to elongate, and hairs suddenly started to spring up around his face and body.

Frank let out a scream, which turned into a growl as his neck muscles began to rip open and be replaced by bigger ones.

At this point Joan screamed, and closed the door as she bolted for the front of the house. She had no idea where she was going or who to ask for help, she only knew that she had to get out of there.

Behind her she could hear her husbands tormented cries, and then suddenly total silence. Stopping at the front door, she looked towards the bathroom. For a moment she thought of going back, especially after witnessing the anguish written all over her husbands face, but then she saw a clawed hand smashing through the bathroom door.

Joan froze, she knew she should run, run as fast as she could but at the same time she knew that her husband was in terrible trouble. However, Frank made her mind up as to what to do next for suddenly his wolf like snarling face poked out through the hole as it gnawed on the wood vicously.

Opening the door, she ran as fast as she could in the direction of the police station. Behind her could be heard howls and splintering wood. Then she saw a police car and waved it down. At first she was incoherent, until the policeman calmed her down and told her to take it easy.

After doing so she explained what was going on, much to the policemans sceptism, when suddenly a large canine jumped him and began to rip his throat out.

Just then Joan woke up in a sweat, and sat bolt up right.

"My god, what a terrible dream," she said placing her head into her hands.

She then reached for the light switch at the side of her bed, and upon turning it on she screamed. The bed was covered in blood as was she, and a trail of it led to the bathroom.

Tentatively at first, she got out of bed and proceeded towards the bathroom. When she opened the door, her first reaction was to throw up, for there lying in the bathtub was her husband. He'd been mangled, and had his throat torn out.

Joan stumbled towards the front door, and immediately tripped over something behind her. Turning around she discovered a dead policeman, who'd been ripped apart quite literally. Then she felt a pain on her leg and remembered the dog attack the day before, and how it had all gotten turned around in her dream as if it had happened to her husband.


Carl

ps ok it took me forty minutes, so sue me. lol

my turn

this is fun! I got to read a sample of everyone's style. So now here's a sample of mine. Twenty minutes and I warn you, I cannot spell!

Hannah ambled into the bathroom, groggy and feeling low. The other side of the bed was still cold--again. That's what you get for marrying a fireman she heard her mother say from some distant phone conversation. She could still here the clinking of her mothers martini glass and she prattled off her "I told you so" lecture on why Hannah had thrown away her life on him. Davis, the man with the sideways smile and the big heart. Davis, the man who had saved her from the broken elevator a year ago, with his intent eyes and safe arms. The same man that had begun sharing her bed 6 months ago, but hadn't graced it with his presence in the last week when she was there, anyway.

The water began to steam, and she pulled herself out of the reverie, and what was becoming her own pity party. She let the red silk kimono fall to the floor, her body bare underneath, long brown hair falling down to mid waist, long tan legs, wide hips and a curvy bottom graced with a small heart tatoo. Just like a carebear, Davis had said at the first discovery.

She adjusted the shower head to pulse, and pressed her face against the cool tile to contrast with the hot steam. She closed her eyes and let the warm water comfort her in the way that she longed her lover to do. Soon her hands follow her comfort seeking heart, massaging her breasts under the warm stream, and reaching for the soap to begin working up and down her arms.

She had just finished soaping her breasts, when she felt the chill on her backside. She turned to see the shower door open, and Davis standing on the other side.

He was wearing his FPFD t-shirt and rumpled jeans. His face had a 5 o'clock shadow, a small growth of hair was beginning on his usually bald head, and his eyes looked hooded and lean.

She blinked at him in disbelief, and he stared back at her....hungry. "Hannah..." he said her name like a life saving chant.

The warmth of his voice made her skin tingle. She blinked, and instantly he was there. His body pressed her against the wall of the shower, water soaking him as he clung to her. They kissed wildly, sucking at each others mouths as if a means to breath.

Hannah stripped him of his wet clothes, the shirt hitting the floor, the jeans the edge of the tub. She let out a long moan when her hand finally grasped his growing erecting, as they twisted into positions. His fullness, his beatiful thick throbbing cock that she had missed more and more. She needed it immediately. She moved to drop to her knees in the warm shower stream.

Davis had other plans. He held her up, pushing her into the grove of the wall, cupping her breasts, and pinching her nipples into attentive points then tasting them, tingling her neck with his stubbled head. One hand moved down between her thighs, and two fingers slid perfectly inside of her, curling deep moving slow.

Hannah wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and clung to him body. His fingers, and the long wait were making her drunk with passion. Her eyes were glazed, and she sucked at his ear as he lifted her around his waist.

She slid against his body, his hard cock touching her ass cheeks as she wrapped her legs around him. The ache she had been feeling was soon being soothed. Davis pressed her into the wall, his hands on her upper thighs, holding her as he began moving inside.

They began slow, the water pouring over them in luxurious steam. They kissed at each, teeth nipping at lips and tongues sweeping inside mouths.

Davis' hands moved up to her waist as he began fucking her harder. Hannah felt his urgency increase and began tightening herself around him and moving her hips to meet his fast short strokes.

Just as the water began to grow luke warm, Davis bit her ear lobe and she felt him explode inside. He ground his hips against her pelvis in slow circles, and she soon found herself digging into his shoulders as she climaxed.

The water turned cold, but they didn't seem to mind. Holding each other under the water, shaking more from the release than the end of the hot water supply.

Lovers should never be parted for such a long time.

"Dunno about you," he said, "but after that, if I don't smell like a horse, then it's at least like a small Pony!"

She smiled - maybe not quite true, maybe not that funny, but close enough - and followed him to the en suite shower.

As you'd expect in that house, the shower was palacial: room for about 7 people, 5 shower heads and electronically controlled heat. He pushed a button, turned a dial, and there was a tropical downpour.

"Shall I wash you first?"

"Sounds good to me," he said, raising his arms over his head.

"First, shampoo."

She squirted it into her hand, put down the bottle and started to amssage it into his scalp.

"Now the gel..."

Another dollop, and she started from his shoulders. Down his chest. Then, walking around him in the steam, his back.

More gel, and she worked lower. Her fingers massaged his waist, then still lower still.

He clutched the air, then staggered and leant against the wall.

Her fingers kneaded his buttocks, then slid between.

More gel - and one finger slipped inside his arse, reaching for his prostate. Her other hand reached around his hips...

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"Nice one!" she grinned, as his spunk ran down the wall. "Now you wash me..."

Sorry about the 'speeling' - but you said no editing...



Eff

"Lucky"

Now how is that for short! One look at her picture and the story is written!
SC

As promised.. my own rendition of a shower scene.. 15min:

Dear god it had been a long day and all I wanted was a cold beer, pounding music, and a hot shower. No, no necessarily in that order but something close would be good. I jammed the keys into the lock and slammed open the door.

“Yo! I’m home.” I yelled as I entered the house. I’m known for making my presence, well…known. I dropped my satchel and keys and made for the kitchen. I so love having an ice cold brew just after work. I popped off the cap of a beer so dark and thick I could nearly chew it. I slugged it back. I closed my eyes and rolled the bottle down over my neck, allowing the thick beads of condensation cascade down my chest.

“Shower,” I said to the apparently empty house. I stopped in the living room and popped in a Toni Braxton CD. There’s just something in the tempo of her music that gets me into that sensual, fuck me mode.

As I moved towards the master bath I littered the floor with articles of clothing. A shirt in the living room followed down the hall by bra, heels, skirt, and panties. I snickered to myself thinking I was leaving a trail much like Gretel. ‘Come and find me, love,’ I thought to myself.

I turned on the shower and waited until the steam rose before stepping into the claw-footed tub. I let the hot warmth of the water envelope me; its caress slink over my skin and cradle me. I washed my hair and reveled in the feel of the suds as they tripped over my ass.

Just as I was about to put conditioner into my hair, my favorite song came on. I paused a moment, letting the tump, thump, thump of its rhythm find its way into the very core of me. I tossed back my head and laughed, holding the conditioner like a microphone and began to scream sing. My voice was loud but always sounded good to me in the confines of the shower. My hips swiveled to the staccato beat and I turned serious, my mood shifting swiftly from silly to sensual. I put down the conditioner and caressed my breasts as a soft moan fell from my lips I leaned against the shower wall.

That’s when I turned and saw her watching me.

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She loved the feel of the hot water flowing down on her. Cleansing her. As she massaged her large brown tipped breasts with liquid soap, she caught a mouth ful of water and rinsed her tongue.

She wanted her tongue and mouth ready for him.

She slowly washed her belly, nting the soft paunch below her navel. Was it his baby? Or her husband's?

It really didn't matter much to her. After he had caught ther with her lover, her life had changed drastically. She had become his wanton whore.

She dipped her hands between her legs and massaged her wet self ans the water beat down. Knowing he would soon arrive and take what was his own. slowly, she inserted her fingers into her vagina as she thumbed her clit.

Hearinfg the door open, she broke her hold on herself and brought her hands to her head, smoothing her wet graying hair. Slicking it back teh way he liked it.

"aunt Mary?"

"Yes, Carl."

"are you ready for me, Aunt Mary?"

She felt her nipples stiffen. Between her legs, she felt moisture not caused by the cascading water.

"Yes, Carl. I am so ready."

Behind her she heard the shower curtain open. She felt his presence at her back when he stepped intot the shower stall. His youthful hardness as he pressed inot her and wrapped his arms atound her to cup her full breasts. His hard cock nestled into the small of her back.

Carl kissed her neck and nipped at her earlobe. mary placed her hands on his nad mashed them into her tits, her nipples were hard against his fingers.

"What do you want, dear aunt?'

She let her head drop back on his shoulder. "I want to suck you. I want you in my mouth."

She felt his prick bounce in her back and knew he was more than willing. Turning into him she pressed her tits to his chest and kissed his soft lips above his pimpled chin. Then she worked her way down his slender chest, tonguing his nipples as she passed them, until her face was level with his rampant and youthful member. She crooned at the sight of the head, so much like his father's, spongy crown with a sharp flare all the way around. Her sister was so lucky.

And finally so was she. Carl Jr. was every bit the man his father was.

Slowly she lapped at the underside of his cock, but soon she couldn't help her self and she was engulfing him to the hilt. She dropped to her knees in the tub and felt the water washing them both, washing away the evidence of their shame. She sucked him willfully, knowing the sin of it was going down the drain behind her.

When he said, "Aunt Mary, I'm gonna cum!" she began jerking him with one hand as she reached under his ballsack and fingered his anus. She sucked hard on the tip of him and when his semen flooded her mouth she ate it greedily, savoring the taste of her nephew.

Carl was holding her head now. Holding her and pumping his prick in and out of her warm mouth. Mary placed her hand on his ass and helped him drain every last drop.

Then when he was don she sat before him, looking up at his ropy cock softened by her mouth. The water beat down on it and beads of the liquid caught and rolled gently down its length. a drop left the tip and as it fell she leaned forward to catch it in her mouth....

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I haven't got the faintest idea where that came from. What a great exercise! Almost afraid to go back and see the typos and run-on sentences.

esl

Vella, you forgot to tell us what we could win.

Carl

Carl East said:

Vella, you forgot to tell us what we could win.

Carl

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Feedback from other contributers would be good. I'd start the ball rolling, but 4 late, later, even later nights mean that I'm too pooped to do it right now.

See ya tomorrow...

Eff

fifty5 said:

Feedback from other contributers would be good. I'd start the ball rolling, but 4 late, later, even later nights mean that I'm too pooped to do it right now.

See ya tomorrow...

Eff

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I think Vella should comment on all of them as it was her thread, and she should pay close attention to my tale. lol

Carl

I had surprised myself, by not flinching, when her almost black eyes bore into mine. She was measuring me, I could tell, but had no what idea she was seeing in me. I had to look down at her, but she was the towering figure. My throat had gone dry I wouldn't have been able to speak had I tried. I was a deer caught in the headlights, unable to stop anything that was about to happen.

"Come on," I heard her say in her Greek accent. I must have passed whatever test she had for me. She glanced back when all I did was stand there. Her eyes seemed to indicate she was having second thoughts. I forced myself to move, desperate not to disappoint her.


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I stood there, dizzy, my knees about to buckle as we waited for water to warm. It was all I could do to keep standing as I gazed upon her naked body. The most austere woman I had ever met. I couldn't recall if I had ever seen her smile, or dress in anything that wasn't mostly black. I didn't even really know how old she was after all these years. She had always had gray, almost white, hair that hung just above her shoulders. It was always straight, but full and soft. I was surprised to see that all of her had been kissed by the sun. The small winkles of her tanned olive skin belied the firmness of the flesh on her lithe frame.

I see the steam rising from the impossibly large shower and was already collecting on mirror above the sink. I followed her inside, my eyes glued to the petite globes of her lovely buttocks. I watch the water darken her hair and cascade down her form. My mind wasn't my own as my body began to react. I grabbed the soap lathering her back, then moving on to every other part of her body. I memorized the feel of every curve and bump under my hands as I washed her. From her lovely painted toes to the tendons of her long neck. I luxurated in the lovelness of the older woman's presence. I tried to go as slow as I could, but it finally came time where there was no place left to wash.

My disappointment quickly abated as she reciprocated. I was in awe by the she washed me with as much care and tenderness as I showed her. As she continued I filled with desire manifested itself in me engorged erection. As she rinsed me clean her tongue invaded my ear as she grabbed my member. No words were needed when she pulled away, her eyes boring into mine once again.

Gone was the deer in the headlights as my lust took over. I pulled her towards, pinning her up against the wall. Her legs parted and she cried out as I thrust myself inside herin one long hard movement.

I could taste the saltiness on her skin, the hot steam rising, the heat making our bodies sweat. I continued to press her against the shower wall so she couldn't move, couldn't get away, couldn't stop me. I had finally understood what she had wanted. This authority figure for so long in my life. It made so sweet. I was in control, I said the when and how. This was my moment. She was thee to finally fill my need.

My breathing quickened. Harder, faster, my thrust continued. I could hear myself cry out, but I didn't stop. Our bodies found their rhythm. I felt her body suddenly change, a shudder run through her. Then a deep pulsing inside her body, contracting, jerking, out of control. She screamed, deep, racking screams, over and over. It was all too much. I heard myself cry out as I filled her with my seed. I leaned into her, my hands on her buttocks, holding her up, resting my head against her shoulder trying to breathe again. We stayed there like that, with her wet flesh against mine.

When I finally pulled away, my euphoria quickly slipped away when her usual cold expression returned. "You have to go," she said softly but firmly. I left wanting more but comforted in my new memories.

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I had to stop and masturbate in the middle, so I'm not entirely sure how long it took to write. Is that cheating?



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I inhaled sharply as I felt the soft head slip between my lips and into my pussy. Deeper and deeper, he slid in smoothly and firmly as he reached up to grab my breasts in both hands. I stopped thinking then and abandoned myself to the heat of the shower and his insistent stroking. My cries echoed off the walls when he began to rub my clit and I pushed back against him frantically, harder and faster. His cock probed my slippery cunt while his fingers swirled between my lips until I finally crested the wave and screamed. His arms held me firmly as I collapsed, trembling, my cunt throbbing and pulsing inside, still clutching his cock.

One, two, three more firm strokes and I heard it...the soft grunt I always waited for, the only sound he ever made as he poured his hot cum into me. Dripping with water and oozing cum, we were both soft now.

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I found this last part especially hot!

Carl East said:

I think Vella should comment on all of them as it was her thread, and she should pay close attention to my tale. lol

Carl

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ah Carl, but what would i say? I love them all and am thrilled to see everyone make an effort. writing exercises are something that the AH members do so well.

I have missed the excuse to write something, anything that didn't have to be put into a story...
i did this so that we could play..
no contest this, just pure fun.