Senses and Nonsense

[Miss_Pixie]

This is a game, it is only a game, but sometimes it can inspire some good stories of all kinds, erotic or not.

All People are welcome to post descriptions/ senarios of their own if they so chose, I'll post new ones whenever Something comes to me.

The premise is, someone posts a description of a specific location/situation, they'll post what they would see, hear, smell, taste, touch,or feel (emotionally).

The Person underneath then posts what they would see, hear, taste, touch, smell or feel.

This game can potentially go on forever

Here's one to start us out:

The sky is a bright blue, so bright it hurts your eyes after being indoors all day. The sun is hot, turning the black asphalt of the parking lot into a griddle that threatens to cook you alive if you don't hurry to your car. You're in the city, and it's earily quiet. You don't even hear the rambunctious children up the street who always seem to be out at this time of day laughing and screaming at imaginary monsters. The air outside smells still and stale from the lack of breeze. There's a woman coming toward you carrying an old paper bag. She's wearing a pale yellow dress. She has long dark hair and she seems to be trying to say something, her lips are moving but no sound comes out, her facial expression is compassionate.... What next?


**** Remember, Add what YOU specifically sense when reading this. Some detail has been left out to leave room to expand

 

[Athalia]

This is a game, it is only a game, but sometimes it can inspire some good stories of all kinds, erotic or not.

All People are welcome to post descriptions/ senarios of their own if they so chose

to continue yours:

You think she is going to ask you for money. Too many people asking for money these days, nobody with money to give them. You cross the street faster to put some distance between you and her. You feel the heat of the street radiating upward. Your bare legs feel the warmth, and you start to perspire. Your thin cotton dress will soon be soaked with the sweat, and you groan. A car blasts through the crosswalk, inches away from you ...

 

[Athalia]

and to start one of my own:


The beach is different by night. You feel the same sand crunching under your feet, the same sound of the surf. But at night it seems louder and closer. The gulls are silent. The tide is low, and long strands of kelp trace black lines on the sand. The wind blows off the surf. Cold and damp, it cuts through your thin jacket, chills your skin, raises the hairs on your body. You shiver. You thrust your hands into your pockets, but it seems to do no good. The full moon casts an eerie blue light over everything, light without warmth. Shells glisten white in the sand. The dunes behind you shine like like boulders, cast black shadows, black like the ocean itself except for where the blue-white caps of the waves as they break. You shiver again. You remember the last time you were at the beach at night, when there was a driftwood fire and people were laughing, passing around joints and bottles of wine in the warmth of the flames, and your lover holding you close. But there is no light and warmth and companionship now. It is cold, and you are alone, and it has never seemed so empty here...