Chat - Write - Another "Whatever" Thread

[Angellica1612]

Cara stood naked in the middle of the room.

She could hear the sound of her own breathing; feel the rapid beat of her pulse as her heart pounded within her chest. The smell of the air tantalised her with the promise of ... well ... anticipation. Although perhaps that was just her imagination.
It was amazing how much sight overshadowed all the other senses. But with vision denied, the others slowly awoke from their subconscious slumber to exert their impressions upon her.

And then: touch. The suddenness, the unexpectedness of it, made her shiver. The hairs rose on her arms and goosepimples broke out on her skin. Her hands were drawn behind her back as a single word whispered in her ear.

"Kneel".

Oh....shiver!

 

[Jett_73]

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Morlun stared with fascination as the two wood nymphs cavorted in the clearing, their laughter like the tinkle of broken glass, showering down over him. They danced, holding hands, smiling, their eyes shining like stars. He stayed very, very still, hidden in the thick bushes, though he longed to join them. The nymphs collapsed to the ground, giggling loudly, then spoke to one another in a language he didn't understand. He froze when they both seemed to look directly at him.

"Come play with us," said one of them in a voice of velvet, and the other crooked her finger at him.

Morlun swallowed hard, his heart roaring like a freight train in his ears. He slowly pushed his way through into the clearing, and the two sat up, smiling. As he approached, they stripped off their shirts. His eyes went wide as their full, gorgeous, bountiful mounds shimmered in the sunlight, their tips rosy and pointed. His body reacted, and in that moment, he knew this was but a dream.

Yeah, don't you hate that. Rational Brain you're supposed to be asleep, just let me enjoy it! And then what's even worse is when you're just getting to the really good bit and ... the alarm goes off.

 

[Angellica1612]

Yeah, don't you hate that. Rational Brain you're supposed to be asleep, just let me enjoy it! And then what's even worse is when you're just getting to the really good bit and ... the alarm goes off.

Ugh! Yes, that really sucks!

 

[Jett_73]

Simple ... but lustful ...

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5jzvfIzKc1rnet5so6_1280.jpg

The game had ended, but he was still a chance to score.

 

[Scentofawoman]

The blindfold was oppressive on his eyes. He was not used to this position at all. Everything in his mind screamed for him to stop this type of play from happening. To pull his hands away and take control. He thought his teeth were going to crack from being clenched so tightly. He felt her breath on his chest as she kissed her way up his chest. Blinded, the scent of her perfume and shampoo was strong and intoxicating in his nostrils. Her breath was close to his ear and he could feel her hot breath on his neck. He groaned as her hand moved into his pants.



"Relax my strong, handsome man" she whispered. "Just feel me seduce you."

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvysv5HlF01qmg17xo1_500.jpg

 

[Scentofawoman]

She embraced him in his true form. Her love for him will never die.

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m48eo71xya1qlced9o1_500.jpg

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m48eo71xya1qlced9o2_500.jpg

 

[Scentofawoman]

She was his symphony, his love, his muse. When she played it was magical. She was bound to him, eternally through music.

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m42zu9T9Zz1r3bd1mo1_500.jpg

 

[RjThoughts]

Scent, very good interpretations of the pictures

 

[RjThoughts]

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv6weqFLEF1r00dqto1_500.png

"Mom, think he'll notice that my fingernails don't match the toes?"

Her mom chuckled, "Don't be silly. He's a man. He won't care. Now straighten that back and smile."

 

[Kylan]

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvEPLmWJQP0/T00DXCXO_NI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NfoDZsCKXWc/s1600/Alley_s.jpg


~Dreams of darkness~

~Dreams of fear~

~Sadness and sorrow~

~Linger here~​

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

I can't quote everyone - but everyone had some lovely lovely contributions today. Thank-you.

That is a brilliant picture. Scary, but brilliant.

It was fun, wasn't it.

http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RvEPLmWJQP0/T00DXCXO_NI/AAAAAAAAAOo/NfoDZsCKXWc/s1600/Alley_s.jpg


~Dreams of darkness~

~Dreams of fear~

~Sadness and sorrow~

~Linger here~​

Quite lovely. Thank you so much.

 

[Kylan]

The knock comes at 08:15pm. On opening the hotel-room door, he finds her stood dressed in a diaphanous blouse, brilliant white brassiere and black pencil skirt.

She remains motionless a foot outside the open portal. In her stiletto heels, almost as tall as he.

There’s a hint of defiance in her expression and demeanour. She’s a woman used to exerting control, not yielding to it, and that aspect of her nature is refusing to give without a struggle. But he can see anticipation in her face also, and knows that some of her excitement is due to this internal conflict.

He moves the cuff of his shirt away from the face of his watch, glances down.

“You’re fifteen minutes late.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

He doesn't call her on the lie, instead struggles to control his breathing, the intense pounding of his blood in his veins, as he wonders how long she, the lust of men, the envy of women, has waited downstairs in the hotel bar just to be certain she wouldn’t arrive at the room on time.

Hands on her hips, she stands; immobile, a glimmer of petulant defiance in her eyes.

“Don’t you want to kiss me?”

Spinning on heel, he swings from her orbit.

“No - come in and take off that blouse and skirt.”

 

[newbiebabe]

The blindfold was oppressive on his eyes. He was not used to this position at all. Everything in his mind screamed for him to stop this type of play from happening. To pull his hands away and take control. He thought his teeth were going to crack from being clenched so tightly. He felt her breath on his chest as she kissed her way up his chest. Blinded, the scent of her perfume and shampoo was strong and intoxicating in his nostrils. Her breath was close to his ear and he could feel her hot breath on his neck. He groaned as her hand moved into his pants.



"Relax my strong, handsome man" she whispered. "Just feel me seduce you."

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvysv5HlF01qmg17xo1_500.jpg

VERY nice, Scent!

 

[RjThoughts]

http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OYSnJSwtQqw/TDVs68tplYI/AAAAAAAAAho/thhqHiegK6U/s1600/Veliero+mod.jpg

"Captain," the first mate shouted above the raging seas. "To the port!"

"My God," Captain Fuller whispered, shocked that the legend was true.

"What do we do sure?" Pierre the carpenter's assistant asked as he manned the wheel. "Which way, captain?"

Fuller stood as rigid as the Maine pine mast, unsure of what he should do. Prayer was an option, but he had lost his faith years ago. No God should allow a man to lose his wife and children. “To port, to port,” he screamed. A wave crashed over the deck, unsuccessfully in its attempt to drag crew men down.

“That will take us right to it,” Williams said. The first mate rushed to the captain’s side and asked, “Why?”

Lightning illuminated the skies, casting Fuller in an angelic aura for a moment. “If there is a God, he wants me! And I will give him the pleasure! Turn this ship to port!”

“Belay that,” Williams ordered. He wiped the rain and salt spray from his eyes. “Sir, we need to get away. I’m not like you to meet the Almighty, and I’m damned sure neither are the men.”

“This is MY ship,” the captain yelled. He pushed the Frenchman aside and took the wheel. He turned to the left, to the ship.

The ghost ship was baring down on the Spirit of Portland, the two heading to a collision, one which neither could survive. The men, scared and wet, looked to the first mate, a strong-willed veteran of many seasons on the ocean. He looked at the captain with unblinking, determined eyes. Silently he stepped forward. Gently he removed the older man’s hands and pushed him to the shocked woodworker.

“Take him to his cabin, Pierre,” Williams commanded as he turned away. “Let’s hope this works,” he half-prayed as he spun the wheel to the right.

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Very nice. I have not had a chance to contribute, but I have had a few minutes here and there to lurk.

 

[RjThoughts]

Very nice. I have not had a chance to contribute, but I have had a few minutes here and there to lurk.

Wrangle the kiddos up, ship them off to someone else, and join us LOL

And it's not lurking. It's called "observing to get a better handle of today's interaction between people so that dialogue within pieces of fiction are both better and more realistic."

 

[Scentofawoman]

Scent, very good interpretations of the pictures

VERY nice, Scent!

Thanks!

Just writing what comes to mind.

 

[RjThoughts]

Thanks!

Just writing what comes to mind.

I've found that, from time to time, to find a picture, ANY picture, and write whatever comes to mind looking at it. Helps get the juices flowing.

 

[Scentofawoman]

He was so nervous. The man before him was an and Adonis. He had seen him around the threads for a while. Their conversations had started out about the same woman who had dissed them in the threads. Then they Pm'd each other. Like all guys their conversations started out about "guy things." Then one day it got intimate. Maybe they both needed to express their loneliness because he was confessing his Bi tendencies to the other guy. Surprisingly the other man did the same. This was Literotica after all. Suddenly they realized that only 2 hour drive separated them. Months of intimate confessions, heartfelt conversations, and planning it all brought them to this moment. Now here he was about to do something he had only dreamed of doing. He held his breath and looked up as he kneeled down

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m52x80iwI21r8vkkwo1_500.jpg

 

[Scentofawoman]

When he said "pretty please with sprinkles on top" she should have known he meant it literally.



http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2hi4gT0Vg1r7z6ppo1_500.jpg

 

[RjThoughts]

When he said "pretty please with sprinkles on top" she should have known he meant it literally.



http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m2hi4gT0Vg1r7z6ppo1_500.jpg

Where can I get that? LOL

 

[RjThoughts]

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4fp7zIwQ61r7us0jo1_500.jpg

It was wrong, so wrong, to open that initial email. I saw the paperclip, signifying there was an attachment, most likely a picture. But like a fool, I opened it, downloading the photo. She stood there, a self-portrait, nude. Her young body exposed to the camera with that smile I knew so well. It excited me, caused my heart to race, my palms to sweat. A wave of guilt rushed over me: She was my eldest’s best friend, for God’s sake!

But, her body, so young, so tender, was delicious. It made me feel alive, wanted again. I was the only adult male in her life, her father having left the family years ago. To say I was a de facto dad would be an understatement. Often, she would kiss my cheek and whisper, “Daddy”, as she left the house with my daughter or to go home.

It was something unexpected, something I never asked for or she hinted she would send. We did exchange some innocent - or so I thought - flirtations the weeks preceding her 18th birthday. I was enjoying it and hoped she was as well. When the email arrived, it was after I sent her more birthday wishes and had hoped she enjoyed herself at the party my wife and I threw: Her mother was “Too busy to be bothered.” The letter’s subject did say, “Thank You.”

I didn’t know why he kept the image, transferring it to each of the last three laptop upgrades. I thought of deleting it several times over the years, but never went through with it. Perhaps something in my subconscious wanted me to remember her as that fresh young adult.


Four years it’s been since she was last seen, leaving her administrative assistant job with the Tryon County Insurance Company in the Beverwyck Building. She was good at what she did, keeping the Vice President of Actuary focused on the tasks at hand and not allowing him to be swayed off business at hand. From interviews with her coworkers and from management, she didn’t have an enemy in the world: Everyone liked and respected her. Yet, Felecia Van Slyke had disappeared without a trace, and her family, what was left of it, had hired me to find her.

 

[Scentofawoman]

"yes" she whispered into his face. " I did exactly as I said I would. I went to the party naked underneath my white dress. No one but you knew."

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lknb2cFmbF1qzxhgyo1_500.jpg

 

[RjThoughts]

"yes" she whispered into his face. " I did exactly as I said I would. I went to the party naked underneath my white dress. No one but you knew."

http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lknb2cFmbF1qzxhgyo1_500.jpg

How many women have done that, gone to parties, to work, out shopping with nothing underneath their dresses, skirts?

Love your interpretation of the picture

 

[Scentofawoman]

How many women have done that, gone to parties, to work, out shopping with nothing underneath their dresses, skirts?

Love your interpretation of the picture

well I know it could be taken many different ways. I just put my spin.