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From my latest update of NicoleX:

"Thomas leans in and spits on her ass hole. Taking the bottle of rum, he slowly inserts the cap end into her lubed up rim. He pushes the entire neck deep into her. Emma's pussy quivers. Her hand moving faster circles around her clit. Thomas slides the bottle slowly out until just the cap is still inside."
 
From my latest update of NicoleX:

"Thomas leans in and spits on her ass hole. Taking the bottle of rum, he slowly inserts the cap end into her lubed up rim. He pushes the entire neck deep into her. Emma's pussy quivers. Her hand moving faster circles around her clit. Thomas slides the bottle slowly out until just the cap is still inside."

Kinky.

But the dry humorist in me keeps imagining the bottle cap coming off. :eek:
 
Haha... maybe I should replace "cap" with "tip" ;)

and she doesn't end up in the ER... yet
 
He watched her as she descended, naked, into the silvery water, barely flinching at its coldness. His own muscles tensed as he avidly watched her body's wake join with the current as it flowed eastward. It was the fourth time he'd seen her at the river, but the first time he ever saw her before she stepped into it.
 
He watched her as she descended, naked, into the silvery water, barely flinching at its coldness. His own muscles tensed as he avidly watched her body's wake join with the current as it flowed eastward. It was the fourth time he'd seen her at the river, but the first time he ever saw her before she stepped into it.

I can see this being the start of a story that could go into several categories. Exhibitionist/Voyeur (he likes to watch; maybe she knows he's there and puts on a show for him), Non-Human (is she a nymph? An elf?), Erotic Horror (she seduces him, then tears out his heart), Mature (she's a cougar) . . . .
 
I can see this being the start of a story that could go into several categories. Exhibitionist/Voyeur (he likes to watch; maybe she knows he's there and puts on a show for him), Non-Human (is she a nymph? An elf?), Erotic Horror (she seduces him, then tears out his heart), Mature (she's a cougar) . . . .

Thanks! It's none of those, though. It's the beginning of a novel I'm working on. It'll actually be BDSM.
 
This story is about 400 words. I'd like to enter it into the Nude Day contest, but I haven't thought of any way to expand it without diluting the quality.

She was walking across the campus wearing nothing but her shoes, her hands cuffed behind her back. She caught herself looking down at her bare breasts and her erect nipples every few seconds, watching the way they bounced and swayed with every step, wishing she could touch them.

"Really," she thought, "now that they've repealed all the laws against public nudity here, this is the only place for an exhibitionist to live."

Alternate version:

He was walking across the campus wearing nothing but his shoes, his hands cuffed behind his back. He caught himself looking down at his C-cup breasts and his erect penis every few seconds, watching the way they bounced and swayed with every step, wishing he could touch them.

"Really," he thought, "now that they've repealed all the laws against public nudity here, this is the only place for an exhibitionist shemale to live."
 
This story is about 400 words. I'd like to enter it into the Nude Day contest, but I haven't thought of any way to expand it without diluting the quality.
Submit both versions together in one text -- you'll be at 800 words, and legal then.
OR
Write a 400 word sequel, appended to the prequel, no problem.
 
I thought I might post something that was actually sexual:

He pushed her legs apart and smiled from between them, letting his tongue swirl around the shroud of Angie's clit. He watched her impassioned face, covering as much of her pussy as he could with his mouth. She gasped again when he started sucking, drawing out the tangy essence from her sex. His tongue insistently massaged her clit, making her twitch and tremble.
 
I thought I might post something that was actually sexual:

You're a demanding prick:

"Markus jerks. His cock widens, spreading Jill's fingers so she can't reach around the entire piece of his thick meat. Suddenly he erupts – creamy ropes of cum shoot out in a long arch and spatter across the pavement. Jill milks him dry until only a few dribbles still cling from his cock hole."

From my soon to be released ebook ;)
 
From one I've been working on for a while. Probably going to be called something like "Beware of the Neighbor" or something like that.

Iris was dressed in a transparent shorty nightie that didn't cover her pussy. He saw that she had trimmed it again, now the landing strip was more of a helipad, and given her blond hair it was a difficult helipad to see in the dark. A 'copter would have to go in fingers first. Or lips.
 
From one I've been working on for a while. Probably going to be called something like "Beware of the Neighbor" or something like that.

Iris was dressed in a transparent shorty nightie that didn't cover her pussy. He saw that she had trimmed it again, now the landing strip was more of a helipad, and given her blond hair it was a difficult helipad to see in the dark. A 'copter would have to go in fingers first. Or lips.

I think that's the first time I've ever read that particular metaphor. ;)
 
“And as for teenage girls,” I say, “well, I know about them too. I’ll bet your daughter isn’t a lot younger than I am. Girls aren’t as innocent as they used to be, you know, even in Ohio. If she’s sixteen she’s probably turning tricks by now, because the allowance you give her is so stingy. That’s what I did, and all my friends did it too. That’s how I got to be a whore. Most parents think being stingy with their daughters builds character, but actually it just turns them into whores.”
 
Says you.

I've met your alter-ego. Slave-Driving FAWCker. ;)

I know not this FAWCker of whom you speak.

*whistles innocently*

ETA: Besides, FAWCker just sets the challenge. You're responsible for beating your own self up. :p
 
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Opening few lines of a story that, if done in time, will be entered in the Nude Day contest.

“Christopher!” Evelyn yelled after I picked up the phone and said hello.

She only called me Christopher when she was upset and/or angry. That fact, combined with the timing of the call – late at night on a weekday – and her tone of voice, told me that my neighbour and very good friend had very serious business to discuss.

Still, I couldn’t help myself. “What’s up, Evie?” I cheerfully asked, using my favourite pet nickname for her.

“Not now, Christopher! I’m NOT in the mood.”
 
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