Masturbation

[scheherazade_79]

Does anyone fancy doing a masturbation at work writing challenge? Not sure how I'm going to set it out yet - but you'll be given a profession and you have to write a scene where that person starts bringing themselves off while they're at work...

Anyone up for it? Doesn't have to be a long piece.

 

[damppanties]

Yes.

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

Go for it Zade. I can see some old, gray-haired CEO dude bopping his willy during a business meeting. Should be a pretty nice challenge.

 

[Nirvanadragones]

What's in it for us?

 

[scheherazade_79]

What's in it for us?

2 for the price of 1 at Zade's Dungeon. Use of all equipment, plus 2 hours with Mistress Zade

And if you write a good one I'll throw in some of my prescription painkillers free, too

 

[scheherazade_79]

Go for it Zade. I can see some old, gray-haired CEO dude bopping his willy during a business meeting. Should be a pretty nice challenge.

That thought just turns my stomach... You get incarcerated in Zade's Dungeons if you write something like that, Jenny

 

[RogueLurker]

What's in it for us?

Think of the research possibilities

 

[scheherazade_79]

Think of the research possibilities

Totally! Everyone's a winner. I think it would be a very interesting exercise. Now all I have to do is draw up a random list of jobs....

 

[Nirvanadragones]

Think of the research possibilities

In that case, I research several times a day - extensively. I guess I might as well write it down.

 

[scheherazade_79]

ok, how do we want to do this? do you want a random choice, or should I just put an extensive list of jobs up for people to choose from?

 

[RogueLurker]

Is this a chain story or something to be posted on the forum?

 

[scheherazade_79]

Nah, just a couple of descriptive paragraphs

 

[scheherazade_79]

to be posted on the forum

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

I'm intrigued by the idea, but I'm with Vana, I think anyone who offers a challenge needs to put up some kind of boon or incentive or something.

 

[RogueLurker]

Ask people to post lists of jobs and then compile them - to avoid too many of the same profession, make a rule that only one story/vignetter per profession, first come first serve

Teacher/Professor
Pilot
Office Worker/Manager (Pod Zombie)
Retail Worker/Manager
Nurse/Doctor
Dentist
Masseuse
Preacher/Minister
Real Estate Agent
Accountant
News Anchor/Reporter
Professional Athlete
Mechanic
Musician
Lawyer
Judge
Street Performer
Fireman/woman
Police
Road Crew Worker
Construction Worker
Cowboy
(hmmm - Village People anyone?)
Military

 

[scheherazade_79]

I'm intrigued by the idea, but I'm with Vana, I think anyone who offers a challenge needs to put up some kind of boon or incentive or something.

Like what? I'm open to suggestions.

 

[scheherazade_79]

Ask people to post lists of jobs and then compile them - to avoid too many of the same profession, make a rule that only one story/vignetter per profession, first come first serve

Teacher/Professor
Pilot
Office Worker/Manager (Pod Zombie)
Retail Worker/Manager
Nurse/Doctor
Dentist
Masseuse
Preacher/Minister
Real Estate Agent
Accountant
News Anchor/Reporter
Professional Athlete
Mechanic
Musician
Lawyer
Judge
Street Performer
Fireman/woman
Police
Road Crew Worker
Construction Worker
Cowboy
(hmmm - Village People anyone?)
Military

Rogue, I think you're way better at organising than me...

 

[RogueLurker]

Like what? I'm open to suggestions.

I'd be happy with your neverending love and devotion ... or at least a "wow, that was hawt".

 

[RogueLurker]

I'll take the first run at this ... this is an excerpt from a story that I'm stalled on. As I am the first, I will take the best profession for my story.

Work/Profession: Author

Sara sat on the couch, sipping her wine and trying to calm the trembling in her hands. Scratching the tom’s head, she turned the evening’s events over in her head. As the wine began to loosen the knots in her stomach and shoulders, her gaze returned to the alcove and she found herself sitting at her desk, setting the glass beside her laptop.

The low rumble of the bike reverberated through Rosalyn. Clutching Sammy’s waist, she pressed herself against the broad back in front of her, closing her eyes against the rush of cars and buildings as they flew by them at breakneck speeds. The steady, teasing thrum of the engine against her legs distracted her from her trepidation of hurtling down the city streets. Her vulva throbbed in answer to the vibrations of the bike and without thinking, she shifted slightly, the motion of her hips enhancing the sensation and eliciting a slight gasp.

Hands tight on the handlebars, Sammy felt the smaller woman’s movement and a triumphant smile warmed her face behind the visor. Turning off the main thoroughfares, she drove the bike towards a side street she knew was under construction. The rough surface would provide a memorable ride for her passenger.

Rosalyn moaned quietly as the sensations spiraled, swirling through every fibre of her being. When the bike’s tire hit the ungraded pavement, the vibrations increased, the steady thrum rising to a heady crescendo, crashing waves sweeping over her, an explosion of …

Sara stopped. Tapping her fingers on the desktop, she read back the last paragraph and frowned. It wasn’t like she’d never had an orgasm, but she was at a loss at how to describe it on the page. Surely it hadn’t been that long that she couldn’t remember what it was like – but it wasn’t as if she’d been taking notes the last time Candace had dropped by. Picking up one of the books Gwen had left for her, she began leafing through the stories, looking for likely passages to get her creative juices running. Nothing that she came across seemed to provide her with the inspiration that she needed and she began to panic at the thought of not completing the story.

Staring at the screen, the cursor blinked at the end of her last paragraph, and she heard Candace’s words echoing in her head. Firmly pushing her ex’s taunting voice from her mind, she focused on the story. She could do this, no matter what Candace thought. Research was the only way to get through it.

Looking behind her to make sure the blinds were pulled, she sheepishly pushed Mr. Binky from his accustomed perch on the desk.

“I don’t think I can do this with an audience,” she apologized as he slunk away with a reproachful look in her direction. Alone in the living room, she sat at her desk, at a loss of what to do next. Settling back in her chair, she began scrolling through the story putting herself into Rosalyn’s place as Sammy began her slow but unmistakable seduction.

Her breath began to quicken as she reached the bike scene, catching as she concentrated on the thrum of the engine between Rosalyn’s legs, the unrelenting rhythm against her moistening lips, clitoris swelling and trembling with the heavy vibrations. Closing her eyes, Sara leaned back, her hand snaking up beneath her oversized sleep shirt, cupping her breast. Her thumb flicked lightly across the hardening nipple, eliciting a low moan as the pleasure shot through her. Fingers and thumb began pinching and pulling, her palm rubbing against the sensitive nub, imagining the feel of the thick leather of Sammy’s jacket.

A groan escaped her lips and her hips shifted farther down on the seat of her chair. As one hand moved between her breasts, rubbing, flicking, caressing, her other hand slipped under the elastic band of her loose shorts. Her body trembled as her fingers slipped into her slit, tracing the length of her lips, gathering the moisture that had gathered along their edges. Slowly her fingers moved along her labia, the tips teasing against her heated flesh. Sliding between the engorged lips, her fingers were drenched with her juices. Spreading them open, she gasped at the sudden rush of cool air. Her fingers circled and teased within the swollen flesh as her other hand continued to rub and press against her breasts, every pinch sending a shockwave through her body.

Head hanging back, she continued her ministrations as Rosalyn’s ride played out in her mind. The smell of leather and exhaust swirled around her as she imagined Sammy increasing the throttle, the engine’s answering roar and Rosalyn’s hips thrusting harder against the leather seat of the Ducati, pressing her sensitive breasts harder against the taller woman’s broad back. With the images vivid in her mind, her fingers swept up her soaking lips, striking against her throbbing clitoris and Sara cried out in response.

Her hips bucked up and off the chair and her back arched as she snatched her hand from beneath her shirt and clutched the arm of her chair for balance. Fingers moving in blur, Sara felt the surge cascading over her, drowning her cries as the flood of sensations swept through her body. Wave after wave coursed through her and warmth spread down from her shoulders, surrounding her aching breasts, pressure against the sensitized nipples pinching the taught tips. Beneath the soft cotton of her shorts, her fingers continued circling her pulsing clitoris, every brush against it creating an answering shudder. Slowly the surges lessened until gentle ripples spread across her flushed body.

Gasping for breath, she sprawled in her chair, a pleasant lethargy sapping all the energy from her body. Slowly her breathing began to return normal and she struggled to sit upright. Smiling fondly at the words on the screen, she stood unsteadily and moved towards the bedroom, exhausted but confident that she’d be able to complete that scene in the morning – perhaps after some more research.

 

[Salvor-Hardon]

Like what? I'm open to suggestions.

My knee jerk reaction is naked pictures, but thats because I am a desperate pig. Rogue's idea of comments like "that's hawt" would work. Something to stroke the ego.

heh heh stroke....

 

[cheerful_deviant]

I'll put up the prize if no one else wants to. $20 US is my limit though. I'll pick... nothing naughty though you perverts.

Who judges the winners and is there a minimum/maximum word count?

 

[cheerful_deviant]

And the Thread Slayer strikes again.