Snippets

[yowser]

Katie laughed. "What a surprise. You show me a guy who doesn't want something from his wife and I'll show you a flat brain-scan. I take it he wants somethin' you don't want to do."

Brenda looked down at her coffee cup and nodded. "Yep."

Katie waited. "So what, my dear? He aiming to put his thing somewhere you don't want?"

 

[MrPixel]

Mexican restaurant aftermath:

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I dropped the ladies off at the hotel to chill out and, admittedly, for Ally and Cheyenne to sober-up a little. They each had two "grande" fishbowls and were feeling mighty fine. It's sort of fun when they're tipsy and hanging onto me, and even more unrestrained than usual ("Dammit, Cheyenne, put your top back on!"), but they both know about Steve's Rule #3: no sex when drunk, you have to be "there" to enjoy it.

 

[Winter_Fare]

(WIP)

"He and his kind have distanced themselves from this modern world."

"Like hippies?"

"Erm…" Bess's hands stopped either side of Lucy's waist. "More like Nazis, actually," she said sheepishly.

 

[MelissaBaby]

Bringing this thread back...

From my WIP, which I hope to finish before the deadline on the Ogg challenge.

The protagonist is a paramedic. She has just arrived at the scene of a large fire.

The building was completely engulfed in flames. She watched them dancing from the windows and flaring up from the roof. How can something so terrible be so beautiful, she thought. But in eight years on the job, she had seen dozens of people die. Mostly, it was ugly. It was blood and shit and piss and pain. But sometimes, sometimes they passed in beauty, feeling loved in their final moment, seeing peace with sightless eyes.

 

[lovecraft68]

She looked at each of them, and winced at the images flooding her mind. Needles and crack pipes. Vomiting and illness. Sorrow, guilt, and pain. The wretched existence of an addict. The two before her were shells of human beings, but far from helpless victims.

They’d stolen, and hurt the people they’d stolen from. Jamie’s mind was filled with memories of things he’d done to his now-deceased girlfriend.

Like Bennie, Jamie had once been a decent young man. But the devil of addiction not only destroyed innocence, but caused its puppets to destroy it in others. These two were walking billboards for pain and suffering.

In the end, Pearl pitied them. This wasn’t life; it was a living hell.

Yet they would never stop, and would just keep hurting—like they’d hurt her if they could. No, death would be a mercy. As always, her sight had led her to choose wisely.

 

[MelissaBaby]

She looked at each of them, and winced at the images flooding her mind. Needles and crack pipes. Vomiting and illness. Sorrow, guilt, and pain. The wretched existence of an addict. The two before her were shells of human beings, but far from helpless victims.

They’d stolen, and hurt the people they’d stolen from. Jamie’s mind was filled with memories of things he’d done to his now-deceased girlfriend.

Like Bennie, Jamie had once been a decent young man. But the devil of addiction not only destroyed innocence, but caused its puppets to destroy it in others. These two were walking billboards for pain and suffering.

In the end, Pearl pitied them. This wasn’t life; it was a living hell.

Yet they would never stop, and would just keep hurting—like they’d hurt her if they could. No, death would be a mercy. As always, her sight had led her to choose wisely.

Between the two of us, this is looking pretty dark for an erotica site.

 

[lovecraft68]

Between the two of us, this is looking pretty dark for an erotica site.

I like to flex something other than porn once in a while.

And...this is about where my head is these days.

 

[ShelbyDawn57]

Close of a current pending work.

—-

Nestling in Doc’s arms, listening to his soft deep breaths, I admired my rings on my finger, thinking about what they symbolized. Connection, closeness, commitment, I’d found that and more. More importantly, I’d found unlimited acceptance of who and what I was. Doc didn’t complete me. He accepted me, and that let me be complete.

“I love you Doc.” I whispered, reaching over and gently kissing his lips. Smiling as I closed my eyes, I drifted off to sleep, knowing without a doubt, tomorrow would be a better day, and today had been the best day of my entire life.

 

[THBGato]

From my very tongue-in-cheek first draft of a story currently called Pygmalion 3.0. I'm hoping this reads are reasonably amusing and lighthearted:

Eventually, I coaxed her out.

“Just…. Just promise me you won’t hate me?”

“Did you run over Audrey Hepburn?” (Audrey Hepburn was our cat, who’d been killed by an unknown driver the previous year. My dad thought he was so funny picking that name.)

“What? No?”

“Have you sold my kidney on the black market to fund your crypto trading?”

“Fuck off,” she fought back a laugh, “can we be serious?”

“Sure. If you promise to tell me, I promise not to hate you.”

“Okay. Thanks. Um, Shannon, can you get off me first?”

 

[yowser]

So on our second date on a evening early in December we are sitting on his bed, clothes still on, and we had been fooling with each other, me stroking his cock through his jeans, which was hard and looked uncomfortable, and he had been rubbing my nipples through my shirt. I was getting all worked up.

And then he gets this look on his face, all devilish like, and says "You know what we should do?" and of course I don't have the faintest idea what.

He says, "We should be good Catholics and confess before we commit another sin of fornication."

Well I started laughing but he insisted that I had to confess and so he made me pretend I was talking to him as a priest through the grate, and tell all my sins.

I had to work to stay serious but I began like you are supposed to, saying how long since I had last confessed. It had been many months, since I never went to confession unless I was back home, which was as infrequent as possible, and so the list was pretty long.

And he is all serious and tells me how major these sins are, 'grave' he says, and that I have to describe them fully, so I end up telling about what cocks I have sucked and what sorts of perverted sodomistical behavior I have engaged in, and I notice his cock is getting harder and harder while I tell these stories and he is having a hard time not breaking out into a dopey grin.

And I finally get to the end and he gives me my penance, I have to say five "Hail Marys" with his cock in my mouth. I start busting up laughing and then of course I have to have him do the same thing, and I get his list of sins.

 

[MrPixel]

From the next episode of Barstow, which should be up in a couple of days. This is a threesome discussing introduction of a new addition to the "regulars":

"Does she have a shorthand name? You know, a pillow name?"

"Car."

"Any special kinks we need to be aware of?"

Ellie giggles. "No panties under her short golf skirts. She doesn't do skorts, either."

"Oh, that's great. Obviously playful. Sounds like she's going to fit right in. Much experience swinging?"

"Some. There was a little bit of it going on at her previous club. With her reputation for switch-hitting she was invited into their inner circle."

"So what's her attitude about it?"

"Interested in exploring further. She did sort of light up when I told her about your house rule."

"Nude?"

"Yeah."

"Exhibitionist."

"She's got the body for it."

"Excellent!" Steve chuckles, while reflexively reaching behind him to grab Emily's towel as she winds it up to snap his butt in response to his enthusiasm for meeting this sexy newbie. She cracks up at his quick reaction. He knows her well.

 

[intim8]

Another necroed threat. OK, I'll bite.

"Can I have your phone number?" he blurted out, as if she was leaving this minute and it was his last chance.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Not yet." he said.

She nodded, and ran off a string of digits. He scrambled to memorize them while he dug his phone out of his bag. She just watched him. He ran the number over and over in his head, putting a singsong rhythm to it. He got the phone out and was still running the number through his head as he thumbed it open.

Then he looked back at her and let the phone fall back into his bag. He said the number back to her. She smiled. "What if I had said yes?" he asked.

"Then I would have fucked you."

"But you wouldn't have given me the number, would you?"

She shook her head.

 

[MelissaBaby]

For my WIP

She looked at me in surprise. “You don’t know what a blowjob is?”

I shook my head and she told me, “It’s when you make a man have his…climax with your mouth.”

I was honestly astonished. I’d never imagined such a thing.

“What do you do?”

“Well, you lick it and suck it like a lollipop.”

Suddenly, I knew how Julia had lost her hat behind the dance hall.

 

[NotWise]

From the WIP. They're at a shooting gallery and Zelda's been listening to Korn.

That rhythm was still drumming in Zelda’s head while she shot. She tapped it out with her right heel, her long coat swayed with her body as her hips kept time, and she blew a tight pattern in a man-shaped target twenty yards away. Zelda was flushed with excitement when the slider locked open. She laid her Glock on the counter and turned around.

“You look like you had fun,” Alex said.

“If Death has a cock,” she said, “it’s a gun like this. I just got him off fifteen times. Now I’m Death’s favorite girl.”

 

[WCSGarland]

I watch Erica fall asleep. I thought that maybe she would be able to keep up with me. Was I wrong? Maybe I was, but then again, I’d just dropped a bomb in her lap and the poor girl had not finished her lunch before I dragged her off to my fuck bed and screwed the living daylights out of her.

I close my eyes and relive the memory of her squeals of delight and ultimate surrender to fate as my next favorite fuck toy. Don’t get me wrong, Kat and Dale are still good fuck toys and I’ll not toss them aside willingly.

It’s just, this marriage sword of Damacles hanging over me like it’s about to cleave me into two equally horny bits is making me fidgety. I see you there Trouble. You don’t have to remind me that I like to have my cake and eat it too. You fucker. Your prick is NOT the sword of Damacles, even though you’d love to split me down the middle with it.

Jessa sits here with a dilemma. On the one hand, Kat and Dale, adorable fuck buddies, fuck toys. They’d love to fuck her almost as much as Trouble would like to fuck her, marry her and fuck her until death do them part. On the other hand, Erica, adorable fuck toy, potential fuck buddy… okay we’re past potential here, so many options Jessa can’t decide which she would prefer.

Argh! I’ve made matters worse, haven’t I? Well, as a professional masturbator, I kind of have a penchant for screwing myself, eh? As a hyper-sexual, all I can say is, “Fuck me.”

I walk out of my fuck bedroom to my professional masturbator lair, and pull up the video of my session with Erica, and review the recording. The taste of her is still on my lips and in my mouth. I come to the realization that I can’t sell any of it to monetize my kink. It will just have to remain in my private collection. I must be growing soft.

All of these fuckers are worming their way into my heart and I can’t figure out how to keep them out. What’s to become of a used up broken down hyper-sexual that’s grown soft in the heart?

I could have been as legendary as a modern-day Mata Hari, but no! Instead it looks like I’m going to be loved to death… a failed homewrecker, a failed corrupter of innocence, a has-been hyper-sexual. Oh Gods… a tamed hyper-sexual for fuck’s sake! I quail at the thought.

“No!” I say. I will not give in, I will not be tamed! Damn you my treacherous heart!

 

[Soixenta]

They stayed for dinner, then left us alone. Abby’s big black tomcat Tristan had made himself comfortable on my lap, so any thoughts of unpacking were set aside and instead Abby opened another bottle of wine.

“Sorry about this,” I said as she refilled my glass. “I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the police deal with Tomas.”

“Bollocks.” She filled her own glass and sat down at the opposite end of the sofa. “You’re my sister, and some creep is stalking you. You stay here as long as you want, or until Tristan gets sick of you.”

In exchange for having his ear scratched, Tristan assured me that I was the most wonderful person in the world and he wouldn’t let me go anywhere. “Still, I’ll try not to disrupt your life any more than I have. I’ll probably be at the office most of the time anyway.”

From there the conversation turned to work, until Tristan indicated it was bedtime. “No wonder you don’t have a partner,” I said as I watched Abby make his arrangements under the cat’s watchful green eye. “This one already runs your life for you.”

“He’s also quite likely to sleep with my twin sister if she leaves her bedroom door open tonight.”

I felt myself grin, and leaned down to whisper in Tristan’s ear. “You know where to find me, handsome.”

 

[old_prof]

In my WIP -- MMC hits head and can now read minds, although it give him headaches

We hurry up to the neurology unit in the hospital. We are five minutes late when I check in at the desk. I expect to get the usual, ‘have a seat, someone will be out to get you soon’.

Instead, she says, “They are waiting for you, can you follow me.”

I am led into a different office, where Anna is standing and a male doctor is sitting at a desk. Anna does not look comfortable, but says, “This is Dr. Farnham. He has some questions for you about my treatment of you. You should be completely honest with him.”

I listen to what she is thinking. He is the unit head. He read her notes and looked at the treatment schedule. He thinks she is bringing me in to have sex with me. I chuckle to myself.

“Is something funny about this, Matthew?” Dr Farnham asks, trying to sound somewhat menacing.

But I know what’s going on in his head. He is pissed. But not as pissed as I am at him right now. He has Anna in a tizzy. That is not fair to her.

“Maybe absurd, yeah. Should I give you the courtesy of letting you ask your questions, or should I just answer them?”

“Be my guest, young man.”

“Well you were going to ask me a number and you had planned on it being 147, but you just changed your mind, and it is now 2137.”

He looks very surprised.

“Then you were going to ask me the name of your first dog, which was Roger. But you couldn’t say that when you were little and it ended up being called Raga. Your father found that very funny, because he grew up with an Indian nanny who liked raga music.”

He is going pale.

“Now you are deciding if you want to get out the twenty sided die that is in the back of your desk drawer. You keep it there to remember the fun you had playing D&D in med school. Did you really dissect an orc one time in a campaign while you were taking Anatomy?”

Now he is blushing.

“And yes, you should be apologizing to Anna. You ruined her whole day because you didn’t trust her. I laughed because I realized what you suspected was happening. Anna has had one sexual thought about me. And don’t scold her about that. Everyone has thoughts. You had thoughts about a patient this afternoon. Sue Richards? And you are fantasizing about cheating on your wife with the receptionist out there.”

Anna is relaxing. He is not.

“See. Everyone has thoughts they shouldn’t. She was irritated and embarrassed that I heard her thought about me, just as you are right now. You can spend the time to do a proper apology to her later. Because I was late, we have already missed part of my appointment time and they are helpful to me. It’s time for you to be helpful and figure how to protect her from any more of this so she can help me.”

Anna is suppressing a laugh as she leads me to her office.

“Thank you, Matthew. I don’t think we have anything else to worry about. That was amazing.”

“He pissed me off with upsetting you. And it seems like anger sharpens my sense. Doing that sort of thing could become addictive. I need to be careful.”

 

[NotWise]

They stopped on a side street in the light that spilled from the large windows of a corner café. Inside, white-aproned waitresses balanced platters on their shoulders and worked their tables. Outside, people passed in small groups or waited on the sidewalk.

Alex leaned back against the wall, and Zelda came close with her drink held out to the side. He watched the streetlight reflected in her eyes and the curl of her lips. “Twenty minutes to wait,” she said, “and I’m already bored.”

Zelda ran a long, blue fingernail along his jaw and turned its point up under his chin. “Are you going to entertain me?”

Alex wrapped his hand around Zelda’s and pushed it down. “What happened to the music in your head?”

“Still there,” Zelda said. “Nine Inch Nails, right now.” Her shoulders moved to a backbeat that Alex couldn’t hear. “Sometimes their lyrics are. . . aggressive.” She sipped from her drink and stroked the front of his jeans, and she slid his zipper down.

 

[RemoteShadeofGreen]

WIP "Another Kind of Nirvana":

He grins down at me. “It wasn’t just my imagination twisting up my memories. You really are an orgasmic explosion asking to happen.”

“And you’re a silver-tongued lothario.”

“No way this mouth is a precious metal. I’m pewter. Iron. Heels on the counter, Karis, I want you to spread yourself for me.”

I don’t even think, I just do.