Descriptive Passages?

[Riles]

Am I in the right room first off? If not, you should do an about-face right now and disregard this thread – it could be way off the mark and I wouldn’t want to waste your time.

Now, that said, I’d like to start a “descriptive passage” thread if possible. I think I fit into that gray area of writers who can’t actually bring themselves to produce a story from start to finish, but still enjoy writing. I figure we underachievers need a place to post and we don’t fit in the “Story” Boards or the “Poets” Hangout.

So, can I get a yay or nay on this idea?

Riley.

 

[Riles]

Should I also add that erotic or non-erotic submissions would be welcome?

I'm just looking to share a little piece of me, take a little piece of you and come away with new ideas and interesting experiences.

C'mon now, I don't bite.

smiles

Riles.

 

[Riles]

Alright, it was just suggested that I lead by example and post something of mine to get the ball rolling.

I posted this in another thread about "thunder", but this was written with a specific friend in mind. So, this is a short tribute to them, and all the whirlwind emotions they made me feel.

Please keep in mind, my writing is very amature and flows from the deep recesses of my body and are not meant to be in the same league as many of the actual "Authors" on this board.
.....

I've got all the windows open and the wind is blowing in, causing the sheers to billow up in ghostly forms. I can hear the thunder crack and moments later a streak of lightning brightens the ominously dark sky...only to leave me cloaked once again in a moody shroud. The rains coming...I can smell it on the wind as I rock silently out on the porch, wrapped securely in the warmth of an overly large blanket. Cushioned and lounging languidly in dreamy, semi conscious thought. The only thing I'm missing is the warmth of two strong arms to surround me and make love to me as the tempest rages.

Can you smell the rain?

 

[KillerMuffin]

You're in the right room I believe. Sounds like fun!

 

[Riles]

THANK YOU!!!!!!


(not that I was waiting on tenterhooks for acceptance of my idea or anything)

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Listen, Riles: WHo says that isn't erotic and who says you can't publish stuff like that?

I find erotic content in scenes and images that don't qualify as stories because they're descriptions without actions. But I started writing these down, and one day looking them over I realized they formed, not a story, but a series of moods that I found erotic, somewhere between poetry and prose. I use a lot of these as story openeings, but I've been thinking of just publishing the whole catalog as "Erotic Settings".

There's no rule that says only stories can be published here (that I know of).

I was obsessed for a while with the idea of a cheap hotel in a smallish town on a hot, sunny summer day, the windows open and the curtains billowing out in the hot breeze, and a telephone ringing in an empty room. That's not a story, but it's in my catalog. I find it very erotic though I don't know why.

---dr.M.

 

[sideshow_cecil]

Hi Riley
here's a classic descriptive passage found in a wide range of new england literature, which comes to mind right now:
"It's snowin' like a bastahd"

okay, sometime I'll post a real one

 

[English Lady]

oooh i do so love descriptive passages......something that transport me instantly to that place, with that person in that very moment.


"I study his hard cock as i gently lick the tip...tasting him. I love the taste and feel of my husbands juices in my mouth, the cloying muskiness and the slight salty edge that makes me thirst for more. I slip my mouth over his cock, my lips stretching around his width as i press down and lick out with my tongue to caress the vein along the bottom of his shaft, making him groan with appreciation. "

that is a little excerpt from my upcoming story...an exclusive for you!*L*

 

[karmadog]

Maggie resumed her turn and he admired the way her breasts had risen and tightened on her chest, then he looked lower at the delicate wisp of red that rose on a slight rise between her legs. He pulled her toward him and her back arched, and with that movement, her mound seemed even more pronounced. He ran his fingers through the fine and springy hair and watched it pop back erect after his fingers passed. He became aware of a scent rising from between her legs and leaned down to drink it in.

It reminded him of the sea near the orchard, of apples and sea foam. When he exhaled, his breath blew through the little red forest on the hill and Maggie trembled. So he did it again. This time a small moan escaped her lips and she slightly opened her legs. Patrick rubbed his face on the mound and suddenly, he was supporting Maggie’s full weight.

This is from my Talisman chapter, Croix du Bois.

 

[Riles]

First off, thank you ALL!

I'll attempt to respond to each of you respectively.

Dr. Mabeuse: I often find that my mind is MOST active just as my head hits the pillow at night. I'm not sure if this is because it's the time I'm most prone to intimate fantasy or if it's just my "thinking" time. I've tried different techniques for recording these thoughts, but nothing very successful to date.

Thank you for your submission. I'm on my way to go scout out some of your writing...I look forward to sharing future pieces with you.

Riley.

 

[Riles]

Cecil: I'm glad you found your way in! By all means, if you feel like jotting some ideas down, I would be thrilled to read them - being a big fan of your literary talents.

See you tub side.

Riley.

 

[Riles]

English Lady: All I can say is that I eagerly await the posting! That was great! Thank you. I'm sure the other readers will be as delighted with it as I am.

Keep it up! *grins*

 

[Riles]

*dimming the lights, turning on the soft sounds of Enya and pouring herself a glass of wine as she goes in search of Karmadog's submission*

 

[English Lady]

riles..glad you enjoyed my tit-bit..i will let you know when my story will make an appearance on the pages of lit!