A quick writing challenge

[Guest]

'So I'm trying to woo this babe, right,' my brother Dick was telling me as we shared our weekend quality-time in a pub called Machismo which was situated between the third and fourth dimension, 'and she's, like, professor of mathematics, right, at MIT.'

'The MIT?' I faked my interest. When it came to Dick and women, the most of tings he told was untrue or misunderstood.

'No, not the one in the third dimension, in the States. She part-time teaches at Motherwell Information Technology Poly-thingy and also spends her time making up algaerhythm for Intranet search engine so Bill Gates can make a killing,' said Dick, and drunk his Guinness half-empty in one go. 'Anyway, she's vegan, right, like she eats a vagina a day. You know. . . one of those 'New Age' thing. It don't bother me as long as she let me watch her eating her juicy-fruity in the mornings on my web-cam.'

'Oh, aye?' My interest parked up. I'm fascinated by mathematical theorems. Or was that theoremi? I'd never leant Latin properly and it was showing. 'Go on.'

'Aye. She's gorgeous, right, like, you know, like, she could've been a model if she lost ten pounds because, like, you look ten pounds fatter on telly, like. Anyway, I'm trying to get into her pants, light?'

'Right,' I corrected Dick. 'So you are doing your best to charm this young lady?' I casually assumed the woman in question was youngish, because Dick usually took advantage of inexperienced, drunken under-age girls in the seventh dimension.

'Aye. All charm offensive, like. You know, giving her winks and the likes.'

'There is only slight difference in being charming and aggressive, you know that, yeh?' I reminded my brother.

'Aye. All charm. None aggressive.'

'So, you reckon you are in with a chance? Of, er... Being charming.'

'I sincerely hope so mate. I haven't gotten laid in ages, like. You wouldn't believe! The last time I shagged a lass I was still learning to shave!'

Oh-oh. What was that about Dick exploiting younger girls? Bad plot-planning.

'I was OK. So-so,' continued my brother, 'like, I instinctively knew how to shag a lass, but wasnae particularly exceptional at it. And I reckon, if you're wondering, I'm no better now than then. Haven't practiced enough. I'm better at doing keepy-uppy with a ball.'

Dick, this is pathetic. In real life, no brother never brag about how useless at sex to his brother. That's double negative, by the way. This is stupid. Let's talk about that Archie Gemmel goal against Brazil.'

'It was against Holland, actually, mate.'

'Was it? Aye.'

My mobile sang Britney's Baby Hit Me One More Time. 'Hello? Who dat?' I said in Rasta.

'Mr Headman? Mr B.U.T. Headman?' I hated it when people took the piss and use acronym of my names.

'Who's calling, please?'

'An anonymous dirty-phone call, Mr. Headman. What are you wearing? Hehe.'

'A black G-sting. I'm a chipandale, mate. Also, I'm a 3,000 grand per night whore-studmuffin. Interested?'

'Yes, please. You take Am-Ex?'

'No. Strictly cash only. Tax.'

'You are not particularly interested in writing a proper story, do you.'

'No, mate, my brother is, like, prostitute, and not a writer, mate. This is Dick, by the way.'

'Do you take Am-Ex?'

'Where is this going?'

'No where.'

'That's what I thought.'

'Well, not as bad as being struck by a lightening.'

'Well, I consider that as bloody lucky. It's like winning the lottery.'

'Better than losing a game of Russian roulette, I guess.'

'The odds are somewhere in between.'

'Maybe, you should ask your math bird at the MIT Poly, Dick. You know, like, she maybe able to make up an algaerhythm for calculating the odds, or something.'

'Who's talking, now?'

 

[gauchecritic]

I wish I could write like that.

Gauche

 

[Guest]

CV

the best non-shower scene in a shower scene thread that i've ever read...

more please!
*grin*
v~

 

[Edward Teach]

God the warm water spraying from the shower head onto my back felt good, so soothing, so relaxing. And I desperately needed to relax. That goddamn Frank was driving me crazy. And the arrogant bastard knew it. Every time I looked around, he was looking at me with those goddamn sexy hooded hazel eyes. Sexy son-of-a-bitch. Just staring at me with lust in his friggin’ sexy assed eyes, right in front of everybody, even Jim. He didn’t give a shit if my husband noticed, hell he probably wanted him to notice, know that he was trying to fuck me. Issuing a challenge. Insinuating that there was nothing Jim could do to prevent it. Arrogant bastard.

And brushing against me. The son-of-a-bitch was continually letting his hand accidentally brush over my ass and finding ways to suddenly turn, causing his elbow to press into my breast. Asshole. He knew it made me wet.

Suddenly my senses were yanked alert. Oh my god, it was Frank. Frank’s completely nude body had stepped into the shower. Frank’s completely nude body with his dick hard had stepped into the shower. His thick, oh my god, thick cock had stepped into the shower.

I started to scream but he stifled it with a kiss. An insistent kiss that really lit me up. And I felt his thick cock between my legs. Oh my god, against my pussy. And I knew that I was gonna get fucked. Oh god was I ever gonna get fucked.

"Frank, please, Jim might come in," I begged.

"If he does, he’s gonna see you getting fucked, Amy. He’s gonna see you getting your hot little ass fucked good," he said as he lifted me off my feet and filled me with that big fat cock.

And I squealed. I squealed like a little girl and called his name.

 

[U4ea]

*fans herself* Not sure I can beat that one, but...here it goes. I went over by 36 seconds, but I was carrying on a conversation in IM's at the same time. Forgive me?


Her hands skimmed over her skin, rinsing away the last of the sweat and grime that had built up during the day. The water was warm as it ran down between her breasts and over her flat stomach; caressing her curves as it flowed over her smooth-shaven mound and down the freshly shaven length of leg. Her eyes were closed, enjoying the feel of the water as it seemed to rinse her stresses away with the rest of it.

She didn’t hear him enter the bathroom, but felt the rush of cool air harden her nipples as he opened the glass doors that encased the shower. As chills sweeped over her skin, she smiled. Without a word, he stepped up behind her, his hands running down the length of her torso, as if chasing the water for touching what was his. Pressed against him, she felt the hard planes of his chest give way to his lean hips, the evidence of his intentions pressed into the flesh of her backside.

His breath fanned over her shoulders, sending a fresh wave of goose-bumps down her arm. His lips pressed soft kisses to the arch of her neck, working their way to her ear and nibbling on the lobe of her ear as his hands closed around her breasts, kneading and rubbing his work-roughened palms over the nipples until they stood erect in his hand. His soft chuckle sent a shiver down her spine.

His left hand left her breast and she felt the water pressure stop, the sound of the shower massager he’d given her for her birthday filling the air. It was thrilling not to know where he was moving next and she pressed her eyes closed, anticipation sending her nerves into frantic leaps when they felt him growing closer.

He slowly eased her to the floor of the shower, staying behind her and lowering himself as well. The massager in his hands pounded on her shoulders, sending little sprays of water over her sensitive breasts. Once on her knees, she leaned her head back into his shoulder, tipping it up as he moved the massager around to the front, massaging the muscles around her breasts and lower as he moved the massager closer to her skin.

Her body throbbed, knowing where he was going with that massager and silently begging for him to get there soon. With the massager now in his right hand, his left slid down over her hip, opening the lips that protect her clit and baring it to the thrust of the water as the massager moved lower, finally reaching it’s goal.

Every muscle in her body tensed and she arched against him, her back bowing as his fingers teased her clit and the water pounded her opening. Gasping for air and biting her lip, her hands clenched in his hair, she heard him laugh, urging her to take her pleasure in hoarse whispers.

Slowly, she felt the hardened length of him pressing into her. The massager moved again as he filled her, his thrust quick, sending a jolt of pleasure crashing through her that rivaled the wicked movements of his fingers as the water slid over her exposed skin.

He eased himself back until he was sitting flat, his legs between hers, spreading her legs still more. The cool surface of the glass on one leg and the warm shower wall on the other distracted her momentarily. With a moan, she was pulled back to his purpose as he shifted under her, pulling out a bit and then thrusting back in with a hard push. The massager he positioned to do the teasing his fingers were doing, while he used his other hand to hold her open.

As the water teased, her body began to move and shift, rocking towards the source of the pleasure coursing through her and falling back onto him. Her hands alternately clenched and unclenched in his hair, his mouth still pressing kisses to her shoulder and nibbling on her ear, a never-ending litany of encouragements flowing from his lips.

Small tremors began erupting inside her; tiny sparks of pleasure that overrode the others causing her to grit her teeth and groan, fighting for the end she knew was so close. Her movements became more urgent, her body demanding it’s release until every muscle within her seemed to tighten at once. Crying out, she arched over him, the muscles in her body pulling at him as she reached her climax, coaxing him to join her.

As her breathing returned to normal, she realized he was still within her, still hard and filling her, her muscles stretched and encasing him tightly. She opened her eyes slowly, feeling the erratic rise and fall of his chest just before he dropped the massager and pushed her to her knees, his hands moving to fold around her, holding her tightly against him as he thrust into her. One hand tightly clasped around her breast, the other crossing her waist and pinning her hips in place as he altered the rhythm, his control snapping. She moaned, again, feeling the friction of his skin against hers pushing her towards a second climax.

With a final groan that she felt vibrate from his abdomen through his chest, he thrust into her, his body releasing it’s seed within her. The warmth spread through her, creating a pressure within and she gasped as her body tightened and released again, the muscle contractions milking his seed and pulling it deep within her as the forgotten massager sprayed them with a soothing jet of water.

Time: 30:36

 

[Guest]

oh my! you people are making me squirm!
keep 'em cumin... im loving every one of them.
v~

 

[LadyJeanne]

I found this last part especially hot!

Yes, yes, go on...


Thanks for a great thread vella - the temperature keeps rising in here.

 

[SensualCealy]

Make sure you read this phonetically, since I dont get to fix the spelling! lol


Getting home from a long day at work, Vanessa dropped her bags and headed to the bedroom. Peeling off her uniform and tossing it in the hamper on the way to the bathroom. Reaching in and turning on the tap, lifting the lever, the cool water sprayed.

Taking her hair down from its lose clipped up-do, her hair drapped her shoulders caressing her beautiful globes. Catching a glimps of her breasts peeking from beneath her hair as she peared into the mirror to remove her make up. Tossing the cotton ball into the waste basket she raised her hands to her breasts and gently caressed them.

"Oh, how long has it been since these girls have felt the touch of a handsome man?" she thought to herself.

Shaking out her hair and silly thoughts of taking a man to bed from her head, Vanessa climbed into the shower.

Facing away from the spray she leaned back towards the water, letting it sink into her hair and drizzle across her face. Running her hands though the soft wet strands before reaching for a delicious fruit scented shampoo. The dolup of shampoo reminded her once again of the time frame since being with a man. The thick white serum reminding her of many nights she lay awake thinking of the guy who moved in two months ago, just across the hall.

He was a sweet guy, tall slender with just enough extra in all the right spots. His dark hair glistened against the hall light when they would meet after work at their doors. His eyes dark as esspresso, swirling, sucking her into his thoughts.

Just the other day he must have came home early, they met up outside their doors and he was in sport shorts and a tank top. His sculpted muscles coated with dew, obviously home from a run. A few quick words and they left eachothers sides. If she didn't make a quick get away she may take matters into her own hands. Instead she slipped into a warm bath and 'did take matters into her hand'.

The hot water slipping along her body, causing her nipples to crest and her thoughts caused her insides to warm.

What would it be like to have him inside her she thought as her hands wandered down her hips. Her fingertips gathering at the shallow between her thighs. Slowly methotically running her fingertips along the smooth shaven skin of her petals prolonging the enevitable. Pulling at her nipples as one hand worked her velvet lips, soft moans became louder as she began dipping deeper among her folds.

Not hearing the call of her name, Jon moved inside her door. Since the door hadn't latched, he stepped in to check up on her to make sure there wasnt any foul play involved. She maybe had been in a hurry to get the phone, but he was still worried for her safety.

Hearing her moaning as he reached the bathroom door, he stood outside and listened to make sure things were okay. Her moans grew in strength as so did he. The door propped open he had a perfect view of her body being soaped by her wreckless hands. It didnt take long before he realized she wasnt actually soaping her body, she was devouring it.

Not being able to stand it any longer, he stripped from his running clothes and slowly opened the door wider and began to stroke. Beginning to ache, he walked to the shower and slowly stepped in. Her head tilted back , her eyes closed, he reached for her hips to pull her towards him.

Vanessa's eyes flew open, startled at first, then quickly settling back into her thoughts that would soon become reality....
30mins. up

 

[impressive]

Better late than never ...

I did actually write this (and within the 30 minutes allowed) on the day vella started this thread, but I decided to make it part of a full story ... and then got sucked into other things (which is often not nearly as fun as it sounds).

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"Well, good evening, Imp! My, but it's been a while."

I know, and I'm sorry. I've been very busy, but you've been on my mind an awful lot lately.

"That's nice to know. Are you going to write about me today?"

I'd like to. Are you ready?

"Uh huh. Willing and able, too. What's it going to be this time?"

Oh, I don't know. What's your preference? Tempestuous or tender? We could go either way.

"We? I hope that means you'll be joining me."

I was thinking about it. It's been a while since I've written in the first person, and you are fantastic company. Would you like that?

"Damned silly question, Imp."

Okay, good. What are we going to do this time? I'm searching for a plot.

"Pfffft! Must we have a story line? Why don't you just take me against a wall?"

Mmmm. You know I want to – perhaps way too much to write it well. But I will, someday. I promise.

"Well then, why not finish that tender 'Domestically Blissed' piece you started a few months back? It was really coming along quite nicely."

Too sappy.

"How can you say that? We were headed for the shower! That is NOT my definition of sappy."

Shower scenes are a dime a dozen.

"But we've never done one together. Don't make me pout, Imp."

Pout? You? Give me a break!

"I want you in the shower!"

And I, you. Next time. What's our story line today?

"Well, if you're not going to lather me up in the shower, what about giving it to me hard with that big pink jelly vibrator you just bought?"

Damn, woman! I haven't even used it myself yet.

"What a way to break it in, then!"

Oh, I totally agree. I'll add it to our 'To Do' list. I'm not in the mood for toys today, though.

"YOU asked ME what I wanted, remember?"

So I did. Perhaps you'd like to write this one, smart ass.

"Would you let me?"

I might. I'll admit that I'm intrigued.

"Anything goes?"

Now I'm REALLY intrigued. What do you have in mind?

"Uh uh, girlfriend. No hints. You take your chances."

Okay, go for it. But keep in mind that the readers expect more than just stroke.

"Feh! Who gives a shit about the readers? My primary objective is to get you off."

Sounds good to me. Have at it, love. I'll type as long as I can keep my hands out of my pants.

"Okay. Let's see. Um ..."

Well? I'm waiting.

"Be patient. I'm thinking."

I'm thinking, too. I'm thinking about holding your ass while I tongue fuck you.

"Oh, damn! In the shower?"

You're stuck on that shower, aren't you? Okay. Okay. In the shower.

"Finally! Are you squeezing – hard?"

Hard enough to leave an imprint when I let go.

"Don't let go! Am I standing?"

Yes, with one leg up on the tub spigot and your shoulders resting against the cool tile.

"Sounds terrific so far. Where are my hands?"

One hand is hanging on to the grab bar for balance, and the other is in my hair. But, hey! I thought YOU were directing this story.

"Oh, right. I am. Where were we?"

Well, I was about to tell you that the hot shower spray was stinging your nipples. But this is your story. (long pause) Still with me?

"Sorry. I was – um – a bit distracted."

Hand check!

"Yeah, you caught me."

You've no idea what that does to me – knowing that my words have such a stirring effect on you.

"It's not just your words, Imp."

That's nice to know. Can we get out of the shower now? That vibrator is really starting to appeal to me.

"Soon. I want more of your tongue first."

Then you shall have it. Where, precisely, do you want me to put it, boss?

"Be a good girl and lick my clit for a bit, will you?"

But of course.

"And, I want your thumb circling inside me while your fingers stroke my asshole."

You got it. Damn, you taste good.

"Th-thanks. Ohhhhhhhh!"

You're pulling my hair, dear. Ease up a bit. I swear I'll stay put without you holding me there.

"Sorry."

Don't apologize. I'm glad you're enjoying it.

"Understatement of the y-y-year. Right there! Don't stop."

Wouldn't dream of it.

"Oh, Imp."

That's it. Come for me, lover. I won't let you fall.

"Yes. Fuck, yes."

C'mon. It's time to get horizontal.

"Wait a minute. I don't think I can walk just yet."

I'll help. But first you have to let go of the grab bar – and my hair.

"Call me 'lover' again. I love the sound of it."

Lover, as soon as I get you on that bed, I'm going to pour some of that heating lube on my thigh and drive it between your legs while I feast on your tits.

(for the rest, see Be-Musing)

 

[fifty5]

Re: Better late than never ...

I did actually write this (and within the 30 minutes allowed) on the day vella started this thread, but I decided to make it part of a full story ... and then got sucked into other things (which is often not nearly as fun as it sounds).

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....

(for the rest, see Be-Musing)

Yo!

Just LOVE the conversation-only format - as well as the tale.

Voted (5) and commented.

Eff

 

[impressive]

Re: Re: Better late than never ...

Yo!

Just LOVE the conversation-only format - as well as the tale.

Voted (5) and commented.

Eff

(There's more where those came from!)

 

[fifty5]

Re: Re: Re: Better late than never ...

...

(There's more where those came from!)

Can we find somewhere private to take that further?



Eff