Chat - Write - Another "Whatever" Thread

[Scentofawoman]

When he came home he was greatly pleased with the surprise he had waiting for him. His wife had found a toy to play with that night. He watched eagerly as his pet explained the rules to her toy. His adrenaline surged as he heard her order her toy to undress him while she watched.

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[Scentofawoman]

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Riding along in my automobile
My baby beside me at the wheel
I stole a kiss at the turn of a mile
My curiosity running wild
Crusin' and playin' the radio
With no particular place to go

Riding along in my automobile
I's anxious to tell her the way I feel
So I told her softly and sincere
And she leaned and whispered in my ear
Cuddlin' more and drivin' slow
With no particular place to go

 

[Jett_73]

Nice, Scent.

 

[stickygirl]

Splish, splash, I was takin' a bath
Long about a Saturday night, yeah
A rub dub, just relaxin' in the tub
Thinkin' everythin' was alright

Well, I stepped out the tub
I put my feet on the floor
I wrapped the towel around me and I
Opened the door and ...
please complete ...

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[Angellica1612]

Splish, splash, I was takin' a bath
Long about a Saturday night, yeah
A rub dub, just relaxin' in the tub
Thinkin' everythin' was alright

Well, I stepped out the tub
I put my feet on the floor
I wrapped the towel around me and I
Opened the door and ...
please complete ...

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Imagine my surprise when I saw Sticky standing there!

 

[Scentofawoman]

Unrequited love

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He loved her with all his heart and soul, even though she could not be his. She was the Lord's daughter and he a humble employee of the lord. Ever since meeting the beautiful Lady his heart was lost. He tried so hard to speak to her, to utter the words of poetry that flows through his head when he sees her. Sadly his tongue stutters in her presence, his courage fails and she smiles her beautiful smile and moves on.
The agony of words burned in his head. The phrases of praise, adulation, admiration, and savagery yearned to flow and be released so more can take its place. Words of torture, pain, sadism, ownership, love all those thoughts he dare not voice. He dare not put them to paper. If a servant found them he would loose his employment.

Salvation came in the form of the maid, Mary. Mary was a good girl who was modest, but had a kinky side. One day after he had seduced her, spanked her, tied her to the bed and fucking her from behind, he noticed she looked like his Lady love from behind. This revelation made his orgasm so hard he cried a few tears with joy.

The next evening Mary entered the room but did not notice the quill and ink on the table. After again spanking her, tying her up and fucking her, Mary lay resting on her stomach. That is when he told Mary of his sorrow and how to alleviate it.

Every night he would write his words on her back. He would pour out his heart and soul. Expunge the desires that plague his mind for his secret love. Then when he was done he would fuck her again reading his words while the sweat of their bodies wiped the words away.

He did not know how long it would take to diminish the pain and purge his soul but he would write until the words no longer flowed.

 

[stickygirl]

I am indebted to a Tumblr for this
" It could happen at anytime, my craving to touch you. My fingers grazing the small of your back as we sit in a booth, across from our company. Your currently engaged in laughter and conversation, but I know your more focused on my touch by now. I up my risk to gain reward by removing my hand from your back , only to return to caress your naked legs. Our company, totally oblivious to our secret under the table, continues to share irrelevant stories and experiences as I play with you. I run my fingers back and forth from knee to your inner thigh in a rhythmic manner. Suddenly I’m trapped, your legs squeezing my hand in place. I look at you, your expression unchanged while still in conversation. Morally you want to stop, the fear of getting of getting caught scares you. However, I can not ignored the heat emitting from between your legs, caused by that very fear. While trapped, I begin knead your inner thigh, my index close enough to rub against your clit. Your resolve is crumbling as you squirm in your seat, silently gasping and biting your lip at the nearest chance you get unnoticed. You look back at me, I’m focused on answering a question directed at me from our company. Your whole body gets warm, I know I’m getting closer as you softly moan to yourself. Your legs reopen, allowing me to fully touch you, and I am pleasantly surprised. As I touch you directly, the tips of my fingers becoming moist as I apply more pressure into your smoldering spot, your soaked. Our company decides to retreat into a private conversation, giving you a opportunity to scold. You lean into me, your free hand grips my swollen member, I smile with the message you left whispered in my ear.

“why are you doing this to me?”

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[Jett_73]

Oh, very nice Sticky.

 

[Scentofawoman]

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman

Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

 

[RjThoughts]

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I arrived at her apartment a few minutes early: I always hate being late. I knocked on the door softly.

"Come in, Sebastian," I heard her call out from the distance. I opened the door and was immediately struck with the aroma of cinnamon. I smiled, thinking that she made a pie.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"In the bedroom." I threw my leather coat onto the couch and walked to the room. This wasn't the first time I was at her place, but it was the first time she invited me into her bedroom. I found it quickly and stopped at the threshhold.

"Wow," was all I could say at the sight, her walking away from the door, wearing a black bra and special panties, her heels causing her ass to sway hypnotically.

"Mr, Pettijohn, are you staring at me?" she teasingly asked before taking a sip of wine.

 

[Scentofawoman]

Why no Mrs. Robinson

 

[Jett_73]

"Well you should be!" she pouted.

 

[RjThoughts]

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It's always been on the farm, the long-abandoned shack. We cousins made up stories about it, like the ghosts that lived in there and come out at midnight to attack those foolish enough to visit it, or how it once was home to an old couple in the Revolutionary War while their home had been taken by the British.

As I grew, I would think less and less of it, almost forgetting about it, even when I'd visit my grandmother. However, when she passed, I was made executor of her estate. I had to visit the farm, to make a list of what was on the property, so my cousins and I could have an equal split of what was there.

There it was, still standing, two football fields away from the main house. All the stories came rushing back to me, and I smiled, remembering our innocent times. I stepped inside, expecting to find the remains of animal presence. What I found shocked me more than seeing the bones of a long dead squirrel or fox.

On the west side of the living space, in the wall, were the remains of chains. I took a few steps towards them, to determine on how long they've been there. On my first step, I tripped, on the ivory handle of a cat-o-nine-tails. I shook my head and tried not to think of the image that came to mind.

Grandma was a kinky minx.

 

[RjThoughts]

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I came home from my latest trip to a comic convention to find that my wife had purchased and had constructed a shed for the backyard. I asked her what it was for. She just smiled and handed me her favorite leather whip.

"So we don't wake the children."

 

[Scentofawoman]

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I came home from my latest trip to a comic convention to find that my wife had purchased and had constructed a shed for the backyard. I asked her what it was for. She just smiled and handed me her favorite leather whip.

"So we don't wake the children."

Oh how you read my mind.

 

[RjThoughts]

Oh how you read my mind.

Yes, the amazing Rojodi has returned

 

[Veroe]

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Whoa...that's really kinda big...well you two have to be in the scenes with him what do you think girls?

....You're hired!

Wait, what? What about making sure about little things like acting talent?

Details, details...he's perfect for the part of Rodrigo.

Shouldn't we ask Tara before we hire this guy? What do you think, Tara?

Welcome aboard, Skip!

Uhh, its actually Chip.

Whatever. Would you like a tour of the studio? We'll start with my dressing room.

Hey Tara, I'll go with you two. While we're in your dressing room we can practice our lines for the threesome scene.

Hey, wait a sec, girls. There aren't any lines in the threesome scene.

Details, details. Come on Skip.

Uhh, its Chip.

Whatever.

 

[stickygirl]

Nice V

I'd fancied Jack for ages but we'd never dated, so when he invited himself over one day in the summer holidays, I was in two minds: first I was annoyed he'd never actually asked me out but, on the other hand, maybe he would.

We took a walk up the hill and found a shady spot in the orchard. Jack was cute, never pushy, so when his face lingered over mine, I had to slip my hand round his neck before he took the hint. We kissed and spoke briefly between more kisses, lots of smiles... So when he stared to fumble with my blouse, I saved some time by sitting up and pulling it over my head and let it fall beside me. He was sitting back on his heels struggling to find the right thing to say, but when I unclipped my bra, he found just the right word "Wow."

I leaned back into the long grass and giggled at the look of bafflement on his face: he was so sweet. He lay down beside me and tentatively put his hand on my skin.
"I don't bite Jack. It's OK, you know."
The air was heavy with our silence as his finger traced a circle round my breast, its path becoming smaller and smaller.
"Is that nice, Jane?" he whispered
I nodded and hoped he wouldn't notice that I had nearly drawn blood from my lower lip...
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[Scentofawoman]

Oh la la! Nice tease Sticky!

 

[stickygirl]

Oh la la! Nice tease Sticky!

Ah, the summer of 2010 *sigh*

 

[Scentofawoman]

Ah, the summer of 2010 *sigh*

Cest la vie.

Maybe you should write us some more.

 

[Jett_73]

Ah, the summer of 2010 *sigh*

We all know what happened when Jack and Jill went up the hill.

But I'll second Scent in saying we'd like to know how the story of Jack and Jane up the hill ends.

Was there tumbling involved?

 

[Scentofawoman]

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You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.
You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door.
You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we stopped keeping score.
You and I get sick, yeah, I know that we can't do this no more.

 

[Scentofawoman]

Did you see where everyone went?

* no how could I? You wanted to stop for a quickie! I was busy you know!

Well I'm sure they went this way

* how sure are you? Are we lost? Please say we are not lost!

No we are not lost I know where we are going.

* are you sure? Maybe we should ask directions.

Directions? Who the hell am I going to ask out here? No I know where to go. It is instinctual.

* right instinctual. It was your "instinct" that made us pull away from the herd in the first place. I'm never going to hear the end of this from my family.

I know

*whats that suppose to mean?

It means ill hear it too from your family and mine!

*yeah true. I guess this makes it worth it.

Ha ha funny now lets go. I think we have to go this way.

* ok fine. I still think we need directions.

I know the way lets go we are sitting ducks out here and last thing I need to here is how I got you eaten.

* I'm scared hold my hand

I'm not holding your hand

*please?

Fine if will make you walk faster let's go.

*I love you too!

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[Euphonic]

Saturday Afternoon

It is Saturday afternoon and I'm about to put the iPad away when a pop up informs me I have a personal message.
I recognize the sender's name, though we've never met. I open up the message.
"What have you been doing today?"
Well, that's a pretty general question I think to myself. Hell, we've been flirting on and off for awhile now, so I'm just going to tell him all.
I start typing, and I just can't stop...
"Well", I begin,"I woke up this morning from a wet dream. I'm assuming it was a wet dream because my pussy was sopping wet and my clit was engorged. Weighed myself and found I had lost 4.6 lb. In eight days. Felt good about the diet working, so after a light breakfast I did 90 minutes of exercise. After lunch went outside for a 60 minute walk. Now I'm watching Mr.& Mrs. Smith on TV and texting you."
"What are you doing?"
After a minute another PM in my in box.
"I was looking for someone to talk to."
Hmmm. I can do that.
"Well, I can be very entertaining, witty and rude. Just let me know when to ease up so I don't get you ... over stimulated."
PM back, "Oh, I can take a lot of stimulation, especially when I'm aroused and hard."
Is this an invite for chat sex? I've never done that yet, better make certain we're on the same page.
"Like now?" I hit send.
" Yes, exactly like now." Wow. I feel as though I've been thrown into a triage situation.
"Have you been reading a sexy story?" Send.
Ping. " No, I've been looking at porn."
I'm going to need more information before I can help him.
"What type of porn? Vanilla, rough, bondage, anal?" Send. Heck, no judgement here. Whatever will get him off.
Ping. " Fairly vanilla, couples with voices..."
Phew. This I know.
" Yes, I understand. The ears seem to be connected to the genitals. You Tube has some audio only videos of orgasmic sounds and coitus. I'm glad I downloaded a few I like as You Tube has taken at least four of them down.". Send.
Ping. "Good audio can be arousing. I haven't come across them on You Tube."
"I'll send you a title that is still up. Here, ROOMMATE, uploaded Jan 17 , 2013, 13 min 12 sec long. Mostly female sounds.". Send.
Ping. "I am very horny. Would you like to audio chat and talk in my ear as I cum?"
"Yes. However I have guests imminently arriving for afternoon tea. If I were there I'd be holding your head with both hands, my mouth in your ear...you smell so wonderful...you feel so good...you sound so arousing..". Send.
Ping. "Ahhhh, I'm so long, hard..very hard.."
" You're going to have to visualize. You can see me there..in your mind. Grab me by the waist, throw me on the bed, impale me....one swift move...hear me scream. Use a fleshlight.". Send.
Ping. "Don't have a fleshlight. Just a hard cock and a well educated fist."
Goddam. Now I have to go old school. It would be so much easier if I were there. We'd have our own private tea party. Oh yea. I'd take that steaming hot clear tea, roll it around in my mouth, swallow. Do it again, swallow. That should do it. Then I'd push him down onto the bed, grab his wrists, hold them to the bed on either side of his hips...and lower my mouth to the head of his cock. When I open my lips and take in his cock to the back of my tongue in one swift movement...and he realizes my entire mouth has been super heated from the tea....I bet he would arch his back right off the mattress. Surprise. I'd pump his member in and out of my mouth a few times...as long as the extra heat lasts...then using the flat of my tongue I'd stroke up on the frenum, then using the pointed end of my tongue I'd stroke down....Dam. I have to stop day dreaming.
" Stop stroking your shaft. Use one hand to massage your balls. With the other hand stroke the frenum with your thumb, then around the rim of the head with your fingers. How does that feel?" Send.
Several minutes later, Ping. " Ummmm......mmmm....fuck....so good..can you send me a pic I can cum to?"
No way! I don't want him to see me for the first time in that state of mind. I'll send him a visual instead.
" Visualize doing me doggy style....hear me whimper, moan... Oh, please...so good...visualize my ass jiggling as you pound me doggy style....hear the slurping sound of my salivating pussy...God, Yessss....PLEASE, YES......MORE....OHHH...MORE, YES...PLEASE..PLEASE...PLEASE MEEEEE.....AAAHHHHHH.....ARGHHHHH...". Send.
Twenty minutes later I send another message. " It's been 20 minutes. Did you pass out?". Send.
Ping." Well, I came hard......so it was close."
" How was my ass? Deliciously mobile?". Send.
Ping." Dam Fine.....I'm going to sleep now...g'nite."
Well, he is a continent and ocean away, so I'll let him be. Hope he contacts me again. Once he gets a fleshlight there are a few scenes I want to guide him through. We can work up to him getting a vibrating butt plug....



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