Lovers - Please describe your lover be they real or imaginary

[SexSweetheart]

Hello,

I'm here to ask for a little help. It is easy to dress my characters and put them into a situation with the right background.

Trying to improve my stories, my descriptions of the characters are lacking. I could use some help. What I would love to know is what your lover looks like. Or how you would like them to look.

I would rather hear descriptive terms, such as

......He stood over her in his tight black belted jeans without a shirt. He had a strong chest with asix pack stomach. He his tall frame had to be at least six-foot-six with shoulder length brown hair. But his green eyes shone through as he looked her over with his arms crossed over his chest.

......There was just a touch of hair that caressed his chested and encircled his tiny nipples, with a strip down running down his belly to hide under the belt buckle.

Is anyone willing to help me with this? If you do, you will be thanked at the end of the story in which your suggestions are used.

A change in ideas. I would love to hear how you would describe your lover. What does the lover look like? Draw a word picture of your lover. http://www.smilies-world.de/smilies/smilies_Picture/liebe/56.gif

 

[yui]

Behind my eyes, I can see Ryo standing in the doorway of his studio. I have seen him standing there a thousand times. When I die, and the movie of my life that is memory plays, that is how I will see him, a square shouldered silhouette, tall, against the world and the windows that run the length of the room.

If Yuki is a fallen angel, an incarnation of things wicked and beautiful, sleek and graceful, temptation moving through time and space as if unencumbered by human trifles, then Ryo is a war god. Quiet, and in some way that I cannot define but I can feel, he is dangerous. There is an energy and an intensity that presses out from Ryo that makes people step back, something about him makes the skin across your shoulders twitch and an emotion akin to fear slide around your belly. Not serial killer creepy; more like finding yourself petting a dog and realizing, quite without you noticing, you are stroking the muzzle of a wolf.

Ryo is a quiet man. Content with his art, funny, even shy and he is probably the most dangerous person I know. A capacity for violence lies not very far beneath the surface of his skin. A capacity that pales the flashes of ruthlessness I've seen in Yuki and certainly outdistances any steel I might fancy lies in my own core.

Yuki moves, silks along, glides around obstacles with a grace that would be preternatural, even to me, if I had never seen Ryo move. Ryo is less otherworldly than Yuki simply because he lacks Yuki's too pretty face. But I have seen him dance a ballet of martial art so perfectly that he might truly be a god of war, fallen to earth; maybe banished from Heaven because of he is a threat to the gods themselves.

And I have never made the mistake of thinking that Ryo was any more of this world than Yuki and I.


I'm twisted, tho.

 

[SexSweetheart]

Behind my eyes, I can see Ryo standing in the doorway of his studio. I have seen him standing there a thousand times. When I die, and the movie of my life that is memory plays, that is how I will see him, a square shouldered silhouette, tall, against the world and the windows that run the length of the room.

If Yuki is a fallen angel, an incarnation of things wicked and beautiful, sleek and graceful, temptation moving through time and space as if unencumbered by human trifles, then Ryo is a war god. Quiet, and in some way that I cannot define but I can feel, he is dangerous. There is an energy and an intensity that presses out from Ryo that makes people step back, something about him makes the skin across your shoulders twitch and an emotion akin to fear slide around your belly. Not serial killer creepy; more like finding yourself petting a dog and realizing, quite without you noticing, you are stroking the muzzle of a wolf.

Ryo is a quiet man. Content with his art, funny, even shy and he is probably the most dangerous person I know. A capacity for violence lies not very far beneath the surface of his skin. A capacity that pales the flashes of ruthlessness I've seen in Yuki and certainly outdistances any steel I might fancy lies in my own core.

Yuki moves, silks along, glides around obstacles with a grace that would be preternatural, even to me, if I had never seen Ryo move. Ryo is less otherworldly than Yuki simply because he lacks Yuki's too pretty face. But I have seen him dance a ballet of martial art so perfectly that he might truly be a god of war, fallen to earth; maybe banished from Heaven because of he is a threat to the gods themselves.

And I have never made the mistake of thinking that Ryo was any more of this world than Yuki and I.


I'm twisted, tho.

Thanks for the input. I never thought of doing a description like that. http://bestsmileys.com/halloween3/16.gif

 

[Guest]

Scott makes me hurt. Watching him sleep, watching the way he moves across the room, even watching the way his jaw flexes when he holds back what he wants to say, I hurt. A man shouldn't be so beautiful.

Maybe its the grey in his eyes, or the way he looks at me like he's just fucked me, no matter where we are or who we're with. I'm not sure.

I only know he's killing me. The me that stood alone, the me that scoffed at my married friends, the me I am most familiar with is dying a slow death every night in his strong arms.

Okay, I just wrote that...if it's corny, forgive me.

I don't know that I've ever given "statistics" in a description. Impressions mean more. I think it's okay to let the reader fill in some blanks.

 

[Just-Legal]

You know what, I can't... now all I'm gonna be able to do is sit in the library at Uni and try and describe him...

 

[S-Des]

Jenny was about five feet tall, thin and moved with a grace that took my breath away. Although her breasts were small, they fit her body like a master sculptor had placed them there. I first saw her on the dance floor, moving to the beat like it had been written just for her. When she turned, I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked at the most perfect ass I had ever seen on a woman. All I could think of as I watched her was the image of her pinned against the wall by my body as I kissed the side of her neck, running my hands down her sides until they slipped under her short skirt. I could almost feel my pelvis pressing against her as she ground against me, still moving to the beat.

I go less for descriptions of how someone looks and more for what they are doing (I've always thought a woman who danced with a mixture of eroticism and class was beautiful). I also let my character's imagine touching them, so the reader can fill in their own picture of what the person looks like. Just my two cents.

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Scott makes me hurt. Watching him sleep, watching the way he moves across the room, even watching the way his jaw flexes when he holds back what he wants to say, I hurt. A man shouldn't be so beautiful.

Maybe its the grey in his eyes, or the way he looks at me like he's just fucked me, no matter where we are or who we're with. I'm not sure.

I only know he's killing me. The me that stood alone, the me that scoffed at my married friends, the me I am most familiar with is dying a slow death every night in his strong arms.

Okay, I just wrote that...if it's corny, forgive me.

I don't know that I've ever given "statistics" in a description. Impressions mean more. I think it's okay to let the reader fill in some blanks.

Damn.

Tell me why, again, you aren't writing professionally!??!

 

[Guest]

Damn.

Tell me why, again, you aren't writing professionally!??!

Thanks, Selena! And, you need to answer the same question, my friend!!!

 

[Selena_Kitt]

Thanks, Selena! And, you need to answer the same question, my friend!!!

cuz I don't write like THAT, just off the top of my head, m'dear!

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

She just stood there, looking out over the ocean from our balcony. The wind swirled around her, giving her hair that look of a dark flame flickering. Her sihlouette through the thin white dress was breathtaking and I stopped, just looking at her, savoring her curves.

Whether she sensed my presence or heard what ever sound I may have made, she turned and smiled. Her Brilliant radiant smile that made laser beams jealous of it power, focused on me. Walking towards me, with an exaggerated sway of her hips, that little of show sensuality and tease of tantalizing. Close enough I could feel her breath, she stopped, leaned forward and kissed me with just a barely there whisper of a kiss, and wrapped her arms over my shoulders as she whispered "Fuck me."

 

[SexSweetheart]

She just stood there, looking out over the ocean from our balcony. The wind swirled around her, giving her hair that look of a dark flame flickering. Her sihlouette through the thin white dress was breathtaking and I stopped, just looking at her, savoring her curves.

Whether she sensed my presence or heard what ever sound I may have made, she turned and smiled. Her Brilliant radiant smile that made laser beams jealous of it power, focused on me. Walking towards me, with an exaggerated sway of her hips, that little of show sensuality and tease of tantalizing. Close enough I could feel her breath, she stopped, leaned forward and kissed me with just a barely there whisper of a kiss, and wrapped her arms over my shoulders as she whispered "Fuck me."

Thank for the idea of how to write something. What you have written is very hot. ​

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[SexSweetheart]

cuz I don't write like THAT, just off the top of my head, m'dear!

This is so true of so many of us. After you read this, you can think about for a while before you post your ideas. ​

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[SexSweetheart]

You know what, I can't... now all I'm gonna be able to do is sit in the library at Uni and try and describe him...

Hope you can write something soon. ​

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[Jenny_Jackson]

She looked up from her book and smiled. Her smile alway tore at me in a way I could never explain. Maybe it was her green eyes, the way the sparkled when she smiled. It was almost as if her eyes lighted her whole face and framed it against her long, dark brown hair.

She stood and came to me, her arms outstretched. The touch of her hand on my shoulders sent shivers though me as it always did. Her lips brushed mine and I melted into her loving arms. As always there was the feel of her beating heart against my chest.

I kissed the little scar under her left eye and her smile broadened into a grin. Her lips drew back from her even teeth and her mouth opened slightly. Then there was the feeling of her tongue against my neck.

 

[cloudy]

I woke without opening my eyes, and knew he was there. His scent surrounded me - clean, warm man-smell. He knew I was awake, could somehow tell, because he laughed quietly at my ruse of keeping my eyes closed. He shifted his body then, putting his leg over mine, the weight of it somehow reassuring, as if his presence kept me safe, always. He pulled me into him, my back against his chest, and his warmth seeped into me. "Sleep," he said. "I'm here."

 

[SexSweetheart]

I woke without opening my eyes, and knew he was there. His scent surrounded me - clean, warm man-smell. He knew I was awake, could somehow tell, because he laughed quietly at my ruse of keeping my eyes closed. He shifted his body then, putting his leg over mine, the weight of it somehow reassuring, as if his presence kept me safe, always. He pulled me into him, my back against his chest, and his warmth seeped into me. "Sleep," he said. "I'm here."

This is hot. ​

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[wyckdwench]

I sent the kids to the sitters and was sitting alone in the candle lit room with some smooth jazz playing softly. I made myself a stiff drink with his grain alcohol and some coke, I was so excited I was tingling all over. I had hoped the drink would soothe my nerves but it wasn't working yet. Instead I found myself a little light headed and dizzy.

Finally I heard the sound of the tires crunching on the gravel in the drive way, I tried to find a place to sit and look sexy. I left the door unlocked so he could just walk in. We hadn't had a night like this in quite a while. I positioned myself just so as I heard him cut the engine and the car door shut.

I could smell his after shave as he closed the door behind him mixed with the scent of his cigarettes. When we first met I loathed the smell but time passed it became his unique scent and I yearned for it. I knew it was him as soon as the aroma hit the air, it was exciting and comforting. I tried to fiegn sleep but my skin was alive with desire aching for his touch. My body yearned to arche as soon as I could feel his beathe on my neck. He leaned in to kiss me soft and tender as though I were his 'sleeping beauty'. I returned his tender kiss with a passionate and longing one.

"The kids are gone for the night baby - Want to play?" I whispered in a husky sexually enticing voice.

 

[LustfulOne50]

As Hollween is coming upon we I throught I would share Hollow eve I once shared....
The Hollows Eve Treat

The Treats had been passed out and I settled down before the cracking fireplace. Even with warmth of the fire there was a cool swirl of air that seemed to dance around the room. My eye lids wanted to close, but I wanted to complete the book started and I still had little wine to finish. As I sat there, there came a pair soft cool hands from behind me placing themselves over my eyes. I was startled at first for I was the only in the house and I did not hear anyone enter. I heard a delicate whisper saying please keep your eyes closed. I did as the voice said, for it sounded so warm, safe and sexy. With my eyes closed I felt her pass around to my front and there was a scent of roses in the air. Now standing in front she placed her hands on mine tugging me from my comfortable sofa. With my eyes closed I followed her wishes by setting on the fur rug directly in front of the fire. There she requested me to open my eye and to my pleasant surprise she was extremely beautiful. She had long brown hair, hourglass body, peach soft skin, sweet lips and haunting dark eyes. I moved forward to touch her to see if she was real as she sat there naked in front of me. She chuckled softly as I reached for her saying I am here just for you. Her skin was just as silky as it looked. She moved toward me and slowly helped me out of my clothes. With only the light of the fireplace flicking I tried see every bit of her. She kissed me on the chest and then worked her way up to my lips. If she was a spirit you could have fooled me for her lips were tender and her kisses were sweet. I massaged her large breasts that were firm and there was nothing fake there. I slid down under her allowing her on top. She reached behind herself and fondled my cock while I again massaging her clit with one of my hands. She was warm and wet inside as she rocked herself against my hand. When I become hard she moved herself over my cock and slowly sank down on it as she fondled with her wet folds. With her other hand she played with my balls. She seemed anticipate my wants and moves. I was about to explode inside her when she stopped and moved beside me. I sucked and kissed her sweet warm body. I gave her neck love bites as she squirmed with delight. While kissing her I massaged her clit as it grew with each touch, it was warm and super wet. She raised herself and got on fours with me behind her. I stuck my tongue deep into her sweet, sticky wetness and probe her clit. While I probe and tongued her clit , I fingered deep into her hot pussy. I moved to rubbing my cock inside the folds of her wetness. I soon rammed myself deep into her as she pushed herself against me. We thrust and rammed into as if there was no end. I was on the edge of cuming when I faintly heard the hallway clock chiming. When I exploded inside her, I got the biggest shock of my life. It still haunts me to this minute for when I went off inside her I found, Iwas still setting on the sofa. It scared me so bad I reached for my glass of wine to find I had finished it. Looking around the room there was no one there and I was still in my clothes, but there was faint smell of roses in the air. I got up trying to shake it off and get glass of wine to calm myself. When I got up, I felt something prick my foot. When I looked at my feet every hair on my body stood up and I almost choked on my next breath. For a there at my feet was a dried rose. What happened in that room that night, to this day I don’t understand and I have never seen her again. While I lived in the house each Hollows Eve I found a dried rose on my pillow.


Was she real..I guess that is up to the mind to play with, but the dried rose always appeared each year after and they were real.

And don't be scared of the bump in the night

 

[matriarch]

Jenny was about five feet tall, thin and moved with a grace that took my breath away. Although her breasts were small, they fit her body like a master sculptor had placed them there. I first saw her on the dance floor, moving to the beat like it had been written just for her. When she turned, I felt my breath catch in my throat as I looked at the most perfect ass I had ever seen on a woman. All I could think of as I watched her was the image of her pinned against the wall by my body as I kissed the side of her neck, running my hands down her sides until they slipped under her short skirt. I could almost feel my pelvis pressing against her as she ground against me, still moving to the beat.

I go less for descriptions of how someone looks and more for what they are doing (I've always thought a woman who danced with a mixture of eroticism and class was beautiful). I also let my character's imagine touching them, so the reader can fill in their own picture of what the person looks like. Just my two cents.

[hijack]
Thank you for saying 'five feet tall'...that's my height, and so many people simply think its funny to say 'five feet short'.


[/endhijack]

 

[matriarch]

As Hollween is coming upon we I throught I would share Hollow eve I once shared....
The Hollows Eve Treat

The Treats had been passed out and I settled down before the cracking fireplace. Even with warmth of the fire there was a cool swirl of air that seemed to dance around the room. My eye lids wanted to close, but I wanted to complete the book started and I still had little wine to finish. As I sat there, there came a pair soft cool hands from behind me placing themselves over my eyes. I was startled at first for I was the only in the house and I did not hear anyone enter. I heard a delicate whisper saying please keep your eyes closed. I did as the voice said, for it sounded so warm, safe and sexy. With my eyes closed I felt her pass around to my front and there was a scent of roses in the air. Now standing in front she placed her hands on mine tugging me from my comfortable sofa. With my eyes closed I followed her wishes by setting on the fur rug directly in front of the fire. There she requested me to open my eye and to my pleasant surprise she was extremely beautiful. She had long brown hair, hourglass body, peach soft skin, sweet lips and haunting dark eyes. I moved forward to touch her to see if she was real as she sat there naked in front of me. She chuckled softly as I reached for her saying I am here just for you. Her skin was just as silky as it looked. She moved toward me and slowly helped me out of my clothes. With only the light of the fireplace flicking I tried see every bit of her. She kissed me on the chest and then worked her way up to my lips. If she was a spirit you could have fooled me for her lips were tender and her kisses were sweet. I massaged her large breasts that were firm and there was nothing fake there. I slid down under her allowing her on top. She reached behind herself and fondled my cock while I again massaging her clit with one of my hands. She was warm and wet inside as she rocked herself against my hand. When I become hard she moved herself over my cock and slowly sank down on it as she fondled with her wet folds. With her other hand she played with my balls. She seemed anticipate my wants and moves. I was about to explode inside her when she stopped and moved beside me. I sucked and kissed her sweet warm body. I gave her neck love bites as she squirmed with delight. While kissing her I massaged her clit as it grew with each touch, it was warm and super wet. She raised herself and got on fours with me behind her. I stuck my tongue deep into her sweet, sticky wetness and probe her clit. While I probe and tongued her clit , I fingered deep into her hot pussy. I moved to rubbing my cock inside the folds of her wetness. I soon rammed myself deep into her as she pushed herself against me. We thrust and rammed into as if there was no end. I was on the edge of cuming when I faintly heard the hallway clock chiming. When I exploded inside her, I got the biggest shock of my life. It still haunts me to this minute for when I went off inside her I found, Iwas still setting on the sofa. It scared me so bad I reached for my glass of wine to find I had finished it. Looking around the room there was no one there and I was still in my clothes, but there was faint smell of roses in the air. I got up trying to shake it off and get glass of wine to calm myself. When I got up, I felt something prick my foot. When I looked at my feet every hair on my body stood up and I almost choked on my next breath. For a there at my feet was a dried rose. What happened in that room that night, to this day I don’t understand and I have never seen her again. While I lived in the house each Hollows Eve I found a dried rose on my pillow.


Was she real..I guess that is up to the mind to play with, but the dried rose always appeared each year after and they were real.

And don't be scared of the bump in the night

Paragraphs please......paragraphs, its way too difficult to read and absorb in this form.

 

[matriarch]

How would I describe my lover??

She is my world. How she looks, how she feels, how she sounds, how she smells; the way her lips brush over mine before claiming my mouth and my soul; the way her tongue teases my ear and neck, while her hand teases my breast, the sound of her voice saying 'I love you'.

Everything she does and is, is perfection to me. I want nothing more.

 

[SexSweetheart]

How would I describe my lover??

She is my world. How she looks, how she feels, how she sounds, how she smells; the way her lips brush over mine before claiming my mouth and my soul; the way her tongue teases my ear and neck, while her hand teases my breast, the sound of her voice saying 'I love you'.

Everything she does and is, is perfection to me. I want nothing more.

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[neonflux]

"My hands trace the lines of Easter Island in the strong planes of his face. As they travel from his neck to his chest, I feel his muscles flex, smooth and round under the thin layer of padding that covers his body. I know him in my fingertips. Our bodies don't hump so much as rock together. Suddenly, his eyes widen and gripping my hands, he cries. He lies down next to me, the length of his body touching mine. I reach for him again. 'I love you,' we both say at the same time. As I run my fingers against his, I hit a hangnail, and am slightly startled by the sensation of sharp against dry..."

The opening paragraph of the chapter on religion for my book in progress, "Infected." The last line is, "I don't realize it yet, because I don't know of my own infection, but I have just given him genital herpes." Considered whether I should include it considering the theme of this thread, but couldn't leave it out completely, since it is the end line of the paragraph and every other word leads to this sentence. He left me and then came back (not directly because of the herpes). And yes, he is real. And yes again, I do love him.

Neon

 

[SexSweetheart]

You know what, I can't... now all I'm gonna be able to do is sit in the library at Uni and try and describe him...

How did you get you book published?

Hope you submit your describtion of him soon. http://www.smilies-world.de/smilies/smilies_Picture/liebe/56.gif

 

[Misty_Morning]

Wow!

This is so weird that this thread has resurfaced at this time. So, I am going to take it as fate and I am going to share with you all something very personal. I am not going to share with you all her physical attributes, but I will say this. She is incredible.

I am currently involved with 3 women. I consider 2 of them to be girlfriends, but one has evolved into something more. This is her first lesbian relationship. I am captivated by her beauty, invigorated by her youth and challenged by her intellect. She is fresh from grad school and she is 16 years my junior. She abandons her shyness when the doors close and we are alone. Over the last several months she has more than hinted to me that she wants our relationship to be exclusive.

She is from western North Carolina and has the sweetest, sexiest southern accent I have ever heard. I have never thought my name to be attractive, but when she whispers it, it is magic. The way she says baby with 3 syllables drives me wild.

Six weeks ago I lost job. So my days have been filled with job searches and traveling for interviews (and playing on the boards). There is not a big demand for my skills in this area and I know I will have to relocate. Lately I have noticed an increasing apprehension within her when we are together.

Friday was not the best day for me. I had reluctantly made plans that had fallen through. When I returned home, I ended up getting totally snockered and playing on the boards, again. When she showed up on my doorstep Saturday, she chastised me for being hung over and forgetting about our plans for the day. We had made an appointment to get my hair cut, and for pedicures. We ended up cleaning out my gutters instead.

Later as we made dinner, I teased her and made comments to her about our intimate times together which would make her blush. I have always been amazed at how she can be so shy and yet be such a total wild cat in bed. With each comment she would turn away, trying to hide under her long blonde hair. I finally took her by her waist and brushed back her hair, demanding eye contact. Her eyes darted around the room before landing on mine. And then she said the words that I have feared for many years, “I love you.”

Now it was my turn for my eyes dance around the room. I didn’t have the courage to respond. She realized this and there were several very uncomfortable minutes before we were both saved by the oven timer. But by then I knew that I had wounded her.

Several hours later, we were watching the Leonid showers in my back yard. It was quite cold and we were snuggled up in a sleeping bag and a couple of blankets. We talked about this and that and I was always attempting to avoid the topic I knew she wanted to address.

After one long pause in the conversation I heard her sniffling. As I turned to her, I could make out tears streaming down her cheeks. I knew what was coming when I asked her, “Baby what’s wrong?” She closed her eyes and whispered, “Please don’t leave me. “

Before I knew it, I was lying on top of her slender body, straddling her hips and kissing her face. Between each kiss I was pleading with her to stop crying. Each kiss became more intense and we ended up abandoning the sleeping bag and returning to the house. We did not have sex, we made very, very passionate love.

Later, I did what I usually do we when are together. I watched her while she slept. I have always envied her ability to sleep so peacefully. She is one of those people who smiles in her sleep and last night (this morning) was no exception. As her eyelids began to flutter, she smiled more and her eyebrows would rise. I wondered if she was dreaming about us, and then it hit me.

I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. I could hear her gentle breaths and yet I found that I could not breathe. As I took a long, deep, stuttered breath, I began to cry. I turned on my side with my back against her. This was not something I had planned on.

I had fallen in love with her.

I am not sure how this will all play out. I do know that if she ever sees this post she is going to kick my ass.