Let's Write an Erotic Story Together (What could go wrong?)

Desiree_Radcliffe

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Here we go. The idea behind this thread is that, together we will be writing an erotic story, sentence by sentence. You only get one sentence to continue the story. The next person will write the next sentence of the story. If you break these rules, your contribution will be ignored and the next person will be acknowledged. If this ends up very long, I will END the first story and we will move on to the next. This could end up very sexy or completely ridiculous. I am not sure which. So, here goes nothing.

She had always admired the crisp linen of his shirt and the way it hinted at the delicious planes of a very delectable chest beneath.
 
Yet what kept her thoughts most occupied, made her heart skip a beat, wasn’t his physique, nor his melodic voice - but this look now in his eyes whenever he caught her watching
 
He smirked when her gaze caught his. She was very tempting. The way her breasts swelled beneath that modest button up--he wished he could work it two or more buttons down.
 
At that moment of realizing she knew how much he wanted her better than he understood her desire for him, she smiled lazily, turning the words she would say over in her mind
 
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"Now you've brought me here David, I hope you know how to keep me entertained" she declared quizzically, a wry smile drawing his eyes to her full lips.
 
"But of course!" David replied and immediately whipped out seven tennis balls and two plates and started juggling them.

"Now what?" He continued.
 
She was momentarily lost for words, his antics, though not without some skill, were the last thing she had hoped he may offer her, despite her love of balls...
 
“I do love to juggle,” David replied and added, “before going any further, I wanted to demonstrate how good I can be with my hands.”
 
Her breath quickened as he took a step closer, balls still clasped in his hands, closer and closer until he was facing her, lips inches from each other, as he clasped her.
 
It was all she could do to keep from biting harder. Her teeth ached to pierce his soft flesh. She could feel his blood pulse between her teeth and the thought of his dark blood sliding across her tongue made her moan with unsatiable hunger.
 
She could feel his obvious excitement pressing against her hip and her teeth involuntarily tightened on his lip as a small moan broke the silence between them.
 
It was her slightly overweight father in law, Junior, sleeping off a bender on the old sofa. That old boy could put away the Coors Light. Still, she wasn't going to let that slow her down.
 
The thought of him waking up and catching them only excited her further, the potential danger was a turn on. She lapped at David's bottom lip.
 
For those who have just joined, here’s a summary of the story so far.

She (our yet to be named protagonist) is seducing David while her father-in-law, Junior, sleeps off a drunken stupor on the couch. It is not yet established whether David is her husband. David is not the sharpest tool in the shed, responding to an invitation to keep her entertained with a display of his juggling skills.

I fondly recall those Choose Your Own Adventure books popular in the early 1980s, so here for your literary inspiration are some options for story direction. Select whichever you like for the next contribution.

  1. Junior scratched his stomach as he awoke with a mutter, soon followed by a growl as he observed his daughter-in-law semi-naked in the arms of a stranger and surrounded, inexplicably, by scattered juggling balls.
  2. Just then the door bell rang. ‘Fuck’ she thought, ‘Now Uber decides to deliver on time!?’
  3. “I’m … I’m a … haemophiliac”, slurred David as he collapsed in a faint with blood streaming down his chin.
  4. David responded with a savage kiss. His tongue hungrily parted her lips while his hands reached behind to unclasp her bra. From his dexterity, she gathered he’d done this a time or two before.
 
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Only 4 options?🤔
Here's a fifth....
David seized the moment and lifted Katie up and over his shoulder, then climbed the stairs to her bedroom, his hands exploring her soft, voluptuous body and her scent, heavy with pheromones, physically arousing him.
 
Four steps from the top, and the stair gave a deliberate squeak, as David's heavy footfall settled on the naughty wood. Katie shot a fearful look back down at Junior. Would he wake? Would she be caught being carried seductively up the stairs? Would she ever, ever, remember if she left the oven on at home? Only time would tell...
 
Katie worried on the stairs that David might trip and hurt himself.

She saw David in her minds eye saying “I’m … I’m a … haemophiliac”, slurring as he collapsed in a faint with blood streaming down his chin. All she could say is "I know brother, all the men in our family are, so please be careful."
 
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