Simon Says... (V1)

[Simon_Silver]

Here's the game, each day I come up with a sentence, something not too long and evocative, with room to grow, anyone who posts after that can do one of two things, add 3 or less additional sentences to mine to continue the story, or do the same for someone else's post, remember to use quote tunnels so people can read who has written what.

Let us start:

"I told you that no road into a CAVE could be a shortcut!"

 

[Iceprincess12]

Here's the game, each day I come up with a sentence, something not too long and evocative, with room to grow, anyone who posts after that can do one of two things, add 3 or less additional sentences to mine to continue the story, or do the same for someone else's post, remember to use quote tunnels so people can read who has written what.

Let us start:

"I told you that no road into a CAVE could be a shortcut!"

She glared at her boyfriend like he was a three headed insect but knew there was no use in berating him again. He would need to hit the end of the cave before admitting he was wrong. She crossed her arms, frustrated and let her thoughts drift to the party last week where she had met that guy...

 

[Simon_Silver]

"I told you that no road into a CAVE could be a shortcut!"

She glared at her boyfriend like he was a three headed insect but knew there was no use in berating him again. He would need to hit the end of the cave before admitting he was wrong. She crossed her arms, frustrated and let her thoughts drift to the party last week where she had met that guy...

The party: had it only been a week? Her sister, little miss perfect, bossy, busty, big-shot barrister, had rented the chateau for a 'coming of age' party for Abigail, and her parents had _of_course_, insisted she go. She remembered her first view of the place, all marble and slate, too many balconies and porches and that gawd awful statue of a rampant dragon on the lawn in the middle of the driveway: at the time she thought it so very gaudy...

 

[Iceprincess12]

The party: had it only been a week? Her sister, little miss perfect, bossy, busty, big-shot barrister, had rented the chateau for a 'coming of age' party for Abigail, and her parents had _of_course_, insisted she go. She remembered her first view of the place, all marble and slate, too many balconies and porches and that gawd awful statue of a rampant dragon on the lawn in the middle of the driveway: at the time she thought it so very gaudy...

She would never admit that when she walked in it took her breath away. Everything from the cream walls, silver framed art and the yellow roses sitting atop a baby grand white piano she couldn't pull her eyes from, made her shiver from its elegance.

"Lovely isn't it" a voice over her shoulder remarked...

 

[Simon_Silver]

Banana...

"Yes..." Abigial had whispered, enchanted, too transfixed for a moment to turn around.

"Who might you be?" The Voice asked...

 

[Iceprincess12]

"Yes..." Abigial had whispered, enchanted, too transfixed for a moment to turn around.

"Who might you be?" The Voice asked...

Abigal started to turn but as the question sank in she suddenly stopped, asking herself, who was she? The obedient daughter, competitive sister, semi competent employee or unhappy girlfriend? She didn't know how to answer that, so with a small shake of her head, she turned to face him and was at a loss for words as her eyes met the most beautiful gray eyes she had ever seen.

 

[Simon_Silver]

Day two, take two.

And there our first topic closes, we may never know...

It was an unusual day for April, not too bright, and not too stormy, but a slightly blustery kind of day...

 

[Iceprincess12]

And there our first topic closes, we may never know...

It was an unusual day for April, not too bright, and not too stormy, but a slightly blustery kind of day...

Miss Patterson always found Tuesdays to be like that, neither here nor there, just existing which made what she found that Tuesday all the more remarkable. She had tended to her garden that morning and found that someone had trampled on her lilies, not accidently, but spitefully ground them into pieces. Her first thought was to call the police, she knew exactly who had done it, but inspiration struck and she found herself outside of Nelly's window, looking in at the most remarkable sight, all thoughts of destroyed lilies completely forgotten.

 

[TomBoner]

Miss Patterson always found Tuesdays to be like that, neither here nor there, just existing which made what she found that Tuesday all the more remarkable. She had tended to her garden that morning and found that someone had trampled on her lilies, not accidently, but spitefully ground them into pieces. Her first thought was to call the police, she knew exactly who had done it, but inspiration struck and she found herself outside of Nelly's window, looking in at the most remarkable sight, all thoughts of destroyed lilies completely forgotten.

Nelly's naked body glistened with moisture, having just gotten out of the shower and looking at her body in the mirror. She admired her soft curves and velvety skin, her hands coming up and touching her beautiful small breasts before pinching her already hard nipples. She moaned out softly as her one hand continue to caress her nipple while the other one ran down to her quickly wettening vagina.