A Picture is Worth 1000 Words

[Farmboyshunger]

Whatever you two have going on is hot as hell! Whew!

 

[lakesailer_mi]

This vignette is partly autobiographical and partly just musings.

It had been a long 24 hours. The watch system had completely broken down as the crew puked their guts out through the rough night. By the time the pitch-black skies of a stormy night had slid into the grey skies of another day, the crew simply did what needed to be done, schedules and positions be damned. We rested when we couldn’t function any longer, and functioned beyond what we thought we could.

I lay for a moment longer on the number two genoa, which was the last sail we managed to fold the night before, as we moved down to the three. When the three shredded explosively, we just stuffed the spaghetti remnants down the hatch after raising the tri-sail. Besides, it’s too hard to properly stow a sail when every 45 seconds the deck is underwater as you crash through another of the relentless waves.

I couldn’t decide if I was hungry or seasick, the two having morphed together sometime in the early dawn light. I pulled myself up and grabbed a packet of peanut butter crackers and a capri sun. One way or another, I’d know in a few minutes. Climbing the companionway ladder I emerged into the grey of late afternoon.

I was beyond feeling. Beyond processing much beside the condition of the boat and the jobs that needed to be done. I saw relief on Steve’s face as I came up. “Can you take a turn?”

I wolfed down the food and sugary drink, hoping it would sit, and took over the helm. I was the fourth string helmsman, and this was my second shift. A testament to how brutal the conditions were. I focused on keeping the boat moving along the close-hauled course we were following. The sun was setting again, and the wind had finally begun to relent.

We sailed on and Ron came on deck. He smiled and said, “you’re doing great, but what do you think about a number two?” I had considered it. With the wind back to something manageable, moving to a larger sail seemed the right move, but it was going to be hard work as the boat still plunged through the waves.

Kurt came up on deck and he and I moved to the foredeck, Steve poking his head up through the forward hatch and hefting the sail onto the deck for us. We made the change, holding our breath and ducking every 45 seconds. We stuffed the tri-sail down the hatch on the upswings.

Exhausted again, I took up a position on the windward rail: helmsman and rail meat, all in one.

There was no sunset to speak of. I dozed against the stanchion; it wasn’t any less comfortable to sleep on the rail at this point. About eleven I saw the first twinkle of light in the sky. The clouds were clearing and in only a short while the entire sky was full of stars. And then I could see the glow on the horizon. I didn’t know what it was and Ron said, “northern lights.”

I felt an overwhelming sense of hope and peace.

I’ll never forget those 30 hours of my life. The details are hazy at this point and the fear and seasickness are long in the past. But that moment of revelation as the skies cleared and the of the lights of the heavens showed themselves still brings me hope, even in some of my darkest hours.

Like today. I can still see it. The green glowing light, the milky way so brilliant. So maybe, maybe the darkness will clear again.

 

[Littletoo]

They say a picture is worth 1000 words, but many of us here want the words. So here is the idea folks. Find a picture or quote or anything that moves you. That grabs you. That makes you think. Something that inspires you. And write a vignette.

A vignette is a short piece of writing meant to describe a character, a place, an experience, or a feeling. Vignettes are more focused on vivid imagery and meaning rather than plot. Obviously, given we are on lit, these feelings are likely to be highly erotic. But it doesn’t have to be. Tell us “the rest of the story” or enough to arouse and excite us too.

@Indiesoul and I will serve as "hosts" (although I'm not sure exactly what that means). We envision this as serving three purposes. First, to read some fun, sexy, creative stories from the wonderful minds we see and love here. Two, as a safe place for people who want to dip their toe into writing. Finally, as a place where those of us who like to write can whip something off quickly (and, if you later use it in a longer story, let us know!!!).

I want to give credit to a couple of old friends, @LostGirlTink and @justasimplegirl, who had a similar thread some years back. I don't think either of them are around, but it was fun. Indie and I decided that rather than revive that one, we could start anew.

Rules: First, The usual Literotica rules about pictures apply. If it's too racy, put it in a link.

Second, and most important. Be Nice! If you think someone's story sucks, well, don't read it. If you like it, give it a like (or whatever). Some stories may not be to your taste. I want this to be a place where everyone can share and feel safe. Please, be nice!

Third, Let's keep it apolitical. I'm not opposed to thought pieces and non-fiction, but this isn't the place for political rants.

Fourth: I'm not going to put limits on the length, but I think it likely shouldn't exceed 1500 words. Shoot for less than 1000? (I’ll probably be the first to break this).

vignette? Oh. Yah, that's French for "stroke story,"

 

[Mr_PT]

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"Men just aren't that complicated" might be the first 5 words of the 1,000 lol

Lol

 

[OrdinaryPerson]

I listened to him read. His familiar voice clear and smooth. His breaths steady at first, but for an almost imperceptible shudder. A rock from Spain... Now I can hear him inhaling and exhaling. A cross between. Rose quartz and Soap... His breaths are starting to quiver.

My hand travels across my breasts as his voice in my ear describes the rock which turned out to be magnesium, almost pure salt. My fingers rub against my nipples, pinching when I hear his voice hitch and he trips over a word.

My hand travels downward with his voice in my ear. White salt crystals… I hear wetness in his voice just as I find mine. As his reading gets more and more halting, I imagine his hands stroking his cock. The same way I've seen countless times. His cock hard and wet with his spit and precum. His left hand working its way up and down… My fingers sliding across my lips, matching what I think is his pace as he reads.

The origin of the word… saa-salicious... My fingers circle my clit whenever he struggles with a word. Soon, there are many. My fingers swirl faster. My breaths match his. My fingers dip in my pussy when I hear him licking his hand. Returning to my clit as he returns to stroking his cock.

We are both getting so close. He is pausing to breathe and gather himself more than he is reading but he forces a few more words out …almost every part of the human body… then panting, one word coming out at a time. Nourishment… annnd… wwwould…Ah fuck. He cums. Sending me over the edge with him, my body clenching and then finally releasing. The tension built up in the reading finally flooding away just as he chuckled with his release.

 

[Deleted member 6568729]

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I listened to him read. His familiar voice clear and smooth. His breaths steady at first, but for an almost imperceptible shudder. A rock from Spain... Now I can hear him inhaling and exhaling. A cross between. Rose quartz and Soap... His breaths are starting to quiver.

My hand travels across my breasts as his voice in my ear describes the rock which turned out to be magnesium, almost pure salt. My fingers rub against my nipples, pinching when I hear his voice hitch and he trips over a word.

My hand travels downward with his voice in my ear. White salt crystals… I hear wetness in his voice just as I find mine. As his reading gets more and more halting, I imagine his hands stroking his cock. The same way I've seen countless times. His cock hard and wet with his spit and precum. His left hand working its way up and down… My fingers sliding across my lips, matching what I think is his pace as he reads.

The origin of the word… saa-salicious... My fingers circle my clit whenever he struggles with a word. Soon, there are many. My fingers swirl faster. My breaths match his. My fingers dip in my pussy when I hear him licking his hand. Returning to my clit as he returns to stroking his cock.

We are both getting so close. He is pausing to breathe and gather himself more than he is reading but he forces a few more words out …almost every part of the human body… then panting, one word coming out at a time. Nourishment… annnd… wwwould…Ah fuck. He cums. Sending me over the edge with him, my body clenching and then finally releasing. The tension built up in the reading finally flooding away just as he chuckled with his release.

Ah fuck. I can't wait to listen to the audio version.

 

[Alice2015]

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You enter the room, stopping short at the sight of me as you've never seen me before. I say with a seductive tone, "I've been waiting for you."

Your gaze shifts up and down between my face and my other beautiful features before you ask, "Where's my wife? She's ... she's not here, is she?"

"Shopping," I answer. In anticipation of the next question, I inform you, "Your daughter's sleeping ... soundly, I might add."

Smirking, I add, "She won't hear us. I promise."

You can't keep your eyes from by body, yet you manage to say, "Because nothing's going to happen between us that she could hear."

I laugh. "Is that right?"

"Yes, that's right," you say, unconvincingly. I glance to your groin, finding a massive bulge tenting the front of your slacks. I point a finger, saying, "Tell him that."

"You're the nanny," you say. "I'm not ... I can't fuck the nanny. I ... I just can't."

"Sure you can," I contradict. "It's easy."

In a swift movement, I strip my top off, then pull down my boy shorts. Standing naked before you for a long moment -- during which you reach down to rearrange your cock for more comfort -- I then turn toward the bureau and look over my shoulder at you.

"I can do this on my own," I tell you, parting my feet a bit and reaching a hand down to my already wet pussy. I begin gently fondling my clit, my body beginning to slowly writhe to the pleasure. I tell you, "I'd rather you got me off, though."

I continue toying with my love button while staring at you; my body movements are becoming more reactive, with the beginnings of moans slipping from my mouth.

The lustful need finally gets to you. You begin unbuttoning, unbuckling, and unzipping, shedding clothes until finally you are in nothing more than your socks.

A moment later, your hands are grasping my hips, and with my back arching to provide easier access and my hand between my thighs to guide you, your cock is ramming inside me, causing me to cry out in a combination of pain and pleasure.

You reach full depth in just three hard strokes, and after another dozen to-and-fro movements, you are grunting loudly as your balls empty into my depths.

As your torso slowly collapses forward onto my backside, I listen to your continuing groans of euphoria; I can feel your heart pounding furiously against me.

Eventually, you rise to height behind me, your face a mix of ecstasy ... and shame. You murmur, "Oh my God ... what have I done...?"

I smile, pleased. I pull my hips forward, causing you to withdraw from me with a comical suctiony plop. I turn to you, taking your still hard cock in my hands. As I stroke you, my own fluids coating my palms while your last drops of cum join the mess, I smile, kiss you softly, and whisper, "Maybe now would be a good time to talk about my raise ... don't you think?"

 

[Ynotnow69]

The caress of my chest wakes me from a deep sleep. I relish the soft movement running over my chest hair, periodically sliding over a nipple, lingering over the hardening nub. The soft hand is mesmerizing as it explores. I can feel the warmth of the body next to me, and it's soft curves contacting my side. Opening my eyes to see the contrast of the red nail polish on my black but greying chest hair. Feeling a kiss on my shoulder before she moves to take my now hard nipple in to her warm mouth.

As I go to move my arm to hug and encourage her I find my wrists are bound to the bed. She looks up at me and smiles. "Good Morning sweetie, Did you sleep well" are the words I hear as she moves her tongue to tease my other nipple. Her hand moves lower under the sheet to grasp my now quickly growing erection. "Just relax now, honey while I wake you up properly".

She tugs the sheet down the bed exposing me, and the restraints on my ankles. Trailing kisses up my right thigh, we make eye contact and I see that devilish smirk, that always means I am in for a fun morning. I can only smile back and say, "Thank you and please be gentle."

 

[Matt3427]

"Ladies, this is my son Wilson, he was very naughty and is grounded meaning he has to stay home and stay naked... Why Wilson, it appears you are happy to meet my friends from the tennis club?"

Wonderful image

 

[Jodaily]

"Ladies, this is my son Wilson, he was very naughty and is grounded meaning he has to stay home and stay naked... Why Wilson, it appears you are happy to meet my friends from the tennis club?"

Good boy, Wilson. I’m sure she’s appreciating the extra creamy dressing you’re adding to her salad. But it sounds like you may have to be grounded longer. I think the garden club is meeting later, and they’re always hungry.

 

[Jodaily]

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I love hiking alone. It’s quiet and I can set my pace. I get to see more nature too. It was a long hike, which was nice. It wasn’t challenging in terms of elevation gain, but many small hills, water crossings, and the hot humid day itself, provided a challenge. I was looking forward to the shallow cool, spring fed pool that was the goal of the hike.

As I came down the small hill surrounded by the dense foliage of a subtropical wetland, I could see them, completely naked, standing in the water. They didn’t hear me approach at all. I stopped in my tracks and stood quietly watching. She was beautiful. Her long dark hair contrasting with the creamy skin of her full breasts stirred me deep in the root of my cock. Her full broad hips, and luscious curvy ass completed a picture of perfection.

I realized that he too would be considered beautiful. His slender and wiry body would attract many. The two together were lovely. They were kissing, her hands gently resting on his hips. His cock, rock hard, standing straight out from his body. I could understand, my cock was stirring too.

He began to touch her, his gentle caresses of her breasts, her ass and especially her pussy led to gasps from her. My cock throbbing now at the sight and the sounds. Part of me felt guilty, I should turn away, I should leave. And yet, I stayed, aroused, enticed and thrilled at the sight before me.

They embraced again, kissing deeply. Slowly she knelt, her hands sliding down to his hips. He stood awkwardly. They were young, he was perhaps inexperienced. She took his cock in her mouth and I saw the look of sheer ecstasy on his face. Her full beautiful lips taking the head, while her hand grasped his shaft at the root. He stood like a soldier at attention. Her head began to bob up and down. Slowly taking his cock.

At first, her mouth barely took his head, but with each passing stroke, she took him deeper and deeper. Teasing him. Her fingers lifting to make way for her mouth. But her hand still held his cock, guiding it into her.

My cock throbbed in my shorts and my hand slid down, squeezing and teasing. He still stood, stiff as a soldier, I could tell he was getting close. His face revealing the struggled he was enduring. Standing there, wanting to just grab her head and fuck her face. Yet somehow, that was not allowed.

Her body so luscious, kneeling there in the water. Her ass reflected in the crystal-clear pool. I wanted her too. Soon my cock was in my hand. I’ve never masturbated in public. But I needed this and my fingers teased and squeezed and rubbed. My pre-cum oozing from the tip provided lubricant.

Her hands slid to his hips as her mouth finally completely engulphed his cock. I could see the look on his face and hear his groans as he erupted into her mouth. I could see her throat drinking him in, swallowing every last drop of his cum.

My cock throbbed and erupted too, my cum exploding onto the leaves and brush around me.

I stood there as my heart rate recovered, wondering what they might do next.

Very hot. And it was very thoughtful of you to help fertilize the local flora. Love to hear what they did next, and if you gave them a hand in their activities.

 

[Jodaily]

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You enter the room, stopping short at the sight of me as you've never seen me before. I say with a seductive tone, "I've been waiting for you."

Your gaze shifts up and down between my face and my other beautiful features before you ask, "Where's my wife? She's ... she's not here, is she?"

"Shopping," I answer. In anticipation of the next question, I inform you, "Your daughter's sleeping ... soundly, I might add."

Smirking, I add, "She won't hear us. I promise."

You can't keep your eyes from by body, yet you manage to say, "Because nothing's going to happen between us that she could hear."

I laugh. "Is that right?"

"Yes, that's right," you say, unconvincingly. I glance to your groin, finding a massive bulge tenting the front of your slacks. I point a finger, saying, "Tell him that."

"You're the nanny," you say. "I'm not ... I can't fuck the nanny. I ... I just can't."

"Sure you can," I contradict. "It's easy."

In a swift movement, I strip my top off, then pull down my boy shorts. Standing naked before you for a long moment -- during which you reach down to rearrange your cock for more comfort -- I then turn toward the bureau and look over my shoulder at you.

"I can do this on my own," I tell you, parting my feet a bit and reaching a hand down to my already wet pussy. I begin gently fondling my clit, my body beginning to slowly writhe to the pleasure. I tell you, "I'd rather you got me off, though."

I continue toying with my love button while staring at you; my body movements are becoming more reactive, with the beginnings of moans slipping from my mouth.

The lustful need finally gets to you. You begin unbuttoning, unbuckling, and unzipping, shedding clothes until finally you are in nothing more than your socks.

A moment later, your hands are grasping my hips, and with my back arching to provide easier access and my hand between my thighs to guide you, your cock is ramming inside me, causing me to cry out in a combination of pain and pleasure.

You reach full depth in just three hard strokes, and after another dozen to-and-fro movements, you are grunting loudly as your balls empty into my depths.

As your torso slowly collapses forward onto my backside, I listen to your continuing groans of euphoria; I can feel your heart pounding furiously against me.

Eventually, you rise to height behind me, your face a mix of ecstasy ... and shame. You murmur, "Oh my God ... what have I done...?"

I smile, pleased. I pull my hips forward, causing you to withdraw from me with a comical suctiony plop. I turn to you, taking your still hard cock in my hands. As I stroke you, my own fluids coating my palms while your last drops of cum join the mess, I smile, kiss you softly, and whisper, "Maybe now would be a good time to talk about my raise ... don't you think?"

She smiles as she looks back over her shoulder at him. He looks so conflicted, but seriously aroused. He starts to unzip his slacks, stepping forward to impale that sweet young ass. I see the good angel on his shoulder burst into flames, his ashes floating down to the floor, while that bad old angel cheers and dances a hornpipe, looking forward to the possibility of more liaison's with the

 

[HumanBean]

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I stare at you in absolute awe. I never truly believed that this day would actually arrive. And yet, here you are, on my bed, undreasing.

You came to me a little more than a year ago with your plea for help. It had been just three days after your 18th birthday. Your mother had managed your first two years of private high school, only to then tell you that the money had run out.

You knew I had the money. I'd helped your mother in the past. A new transmission when the family car kicked the bucket. A doctor bill when your younger brother broke an arm. Other such things.

They'd been minor to me. Not so much to your mother, though. Two part time jobs, even with tips, didn't get a family of three very fa.

I'd been more than happy to help, of course. Your mother had always shown her gratitude ... in a very personal way.

I'd never imagined that you knew exactly how your mother repaid my kindness. Not until you'd come to me with a similar proposal. I'd been shocked, of course. A beautiful, young, innocent girl such as yourself, offering her purity as you had.

Despite the amount for which you sought, I'd quickly made the deal. What man of means wouldn't? As I said, I hadn't really expected this day to come. I'd expected you to back out. And yet, here you are...

 

[JS1979]

........ here you are...

Here I am.
Before my mother sent me here to you, she said to me I didn't have to act like a slave if I didn't know how. But she added,“ Jenny, just get down on your knees and show the man your skin. It's OK if he is OK....just enjoy getting fucked. "

Mother didn't really need to repeat herself. I am 19 now. I enjoy her boss's nice house and it feels good to spread my legs in his big bed. The man is a little rough but I still like his nice house.

Mr. HumanBean, regarding the proposal...the amount....it took a while for Mom to make the decision.