Student needs help

[Guest]

Hello all, my name's Dara, I'm a psych student at SFSU. This semester I'm taking a class where we have to design a research study and then follow through. What my group has chosen has to do with pornography, and how different genders read different scripts. Last semester a study was done saying that basically, women aren't aroused by pornography, which we all know is bs. What I need help from all you authors is written short erotic vignettas, 200-300 words each. I need five stories, two "hardcore" story/romance {one each written for different genders, and two same sex stories. If any of you authors can find it in yourseves to help some overloaded students, please email me at dkrahne@hotmail.com Thank you in advance, and I love this site!

 

[NaughtyMike]

Interesting. Personally for me, that is too short to develope character. For a psyche student, I would think my stories would be of interest, as they are all from a male first person point of view. Feel free to use any of my stories for your experiment. My favorite is Three for Tammy, where I tell a story from 2 points of views, one from male, one from female-although honestly I wrote them both. How are you going to account for fetishes and sexual orientation? Some people are turned on by incest stories, others turned off. I like to read about female taking on a whole group of guys-heavy on the oral sex, but I am not turned on by routine one on one encounters. There has to be some kind of taboo element. I also can't simply read about a sex act and get turned on with having at least some kind of brief identity with the character. Simply describing a sex act does not work.

 

[Axeltheswede]

It seems like what you want is just a few "peg in the hole" sequences from a longer piece. The reaction to reading something like that is liable to be the same among males and females - 'so what'. and rightly so.

My humble opinion is that good erotica is like a good strip show. The best strippers make you want to see it. What you see is the same anatomy as any other stripper. So with erotica, the best makes you want to see the physical acts because you are involved with the characters and their situation.

Using the designation 'pornography' is not likely to make you any friends around here. Step back, figure out what it is that you really need and ask nice.

 

[Whispersecret]

What I need help from all you authors is written short erotic vignettas, 200-300 words each. I need five stories, two "hardcore" story/romance {one each written for different genders, and two same sex stories.

I agree that it can't be done. Three hundred words isn't even enough to describe one decent sex act, let alone anything that could even come close to being described as a story.

Perhaps it would be better if you chose stories already written here and then asked the authors for permission to use them. That way you can be sure of getting what you need, instead of some writer going to the trouble of trying to fit a story to your vague specifications.

 

[wildsweetone]

help?

a challenge perhaps?

guest, do you want a vignette or a story, or both?

please excuse my ignorance, but i thought a vignette was specifically about the description of a character, and the story is what that character gets up to.

 

[MysteryWriter]

I think therefore i am

I think the true test was to see who would answer and what their answer would be.

 

[wildsweetone]

help?

lol MW interesting perspective
my response comes from teaching special needs kids... i guess when a student cries 'help' it's automatic for me to run towards them, not away... and no, i don't do their work for them, i guide them to learn how to do it for themselves.

 

[MysteryWriter]

special needs

well I am certainly far past the kid but I probably qualify as a special needs individual.. That is if special needs is what I think.

 

[wildsweetone]

i am what i am

generally speaking special needs in new zealand means the person (young or old) has a special need. with regards to education, this may mean the student requires help with writing, reading, speaking, life skills - walking, eating etc.
beware... it's my hobby horse.

 

[MechaBlade]

Jeez, you guys are so picky. I have written a lot of short erotic anectdotes. Although erotic stories usually should be longer, ideas can be expressed with few words. However, I'm not going to do this because I don't feel like it. But if Dara wants some of the erotic stories already on my site, I'll offer her those.

MechaBlade

 

[KillerMuffin]

My personal opinion:

300 words isn't enough to incite the kind of arousal you're looking for. It takes the reader being emotionally involved with the character in some way and that's extremely hard to do in those parameters.

Broaden the scale to about 500-750 words and you can go through the story database and find some scenes that fit into that very easily. Email the author, most have the anonymous feedback option available, and explain what you're doing. You'll want to mention that the author will retain copyright, of course, and that they will be suitably bibliographed. Some will go with it, some won't.

It is much easier to get a sampling from stories already written rather than have something written specifically for you. I would be willing to donate to the cause so long as I was given proper credit for what I've done. Click the WWW down there and you'll find a range of stories to get something out of.

 

[MysteryWriter]

300 words exactly

I should have edited but it is not my experiment....

It was a truly boring meeting. Hell, for a change it wasn't just me everybody was bored to tears. I was fighting sleep when I noticed the window of the training room faced a wing of motel room. I guess everyone is a peeping tom at heart. I saw the woman standing in front of the open window.
She must like the fresh air I thought. I watched as she began to unbutton her blouse while looking down. She must be looking at the pool I thought. I had noticed it myself earlier.
I was too far away to know what she was thinking but in my boredom I gave her my fantasy thoughts. I watched closely as she unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. She was going to show her body to anyone who might be looking, simply because it turned her on. Since she was awaiting her husband, she needed a good stimulus to be ready.
The second button went exposing the top of her black bra. The cleavage wasn’t the best I had ever seen but I didn’t have a lot to chose from. She finished with the buttons then slipped the white silk blouse from her shoulders. I noted that her chest was not nearly as flat as it had appeared. After the blouse she seemed to be in a hurry. She quickly slipped off the red skirt which she was way to short even by today’s standards. The bra quickly followed.
I was most amazed when her hand slipped inside her red panties. She began to rock gently as she pressed her naked breasts against the cold glass of the window. She rocked against it for what seemed like forever then she shook violently.
She looked up smiled at me, then closed the drapes.

 

[Whispersecret]

How can you NOT edit? I can't even post a response to a thread without reading it over and revising.

 

[KillerMuffin]

I'm afraid that I'm with Whisper on this one MW. Editing your work is showing respect to your reader. When you don't put in even a curosry edit to make sure things like proper paragraph formatting happened or that there are no glaring spelling/grammar errors it shows that you have no concern for your reader or how your reader might interpret what you've written.

Laziness breeds sloppiness breeds disrespect.

 

[MysteryWriter]

easy

(A) I am not as good a writer as you

(B) I am not as good a writer as anyone here

(c) I hate to edit anything I write. By the time I finish with it I am sick of it. Even the 8 min it took to write that little piece of garbage.

 

[MysteryWriter]

as usual i didnt edit

That isnt what I really meant to say. What I meant to say is I dont take all this anywhere near serious enough. I know it sounds like I do but I don't really. To me this is all for fun. I edit as much as I think is absolutely minimum before I post stories. I am sure that accounts for a lot of the grief I get so I accept that part of it. The fact that I do not take all this seriously accounts for the rest of the grief.

Thank you both for explaining it all to me. I will try to do better I promise. Well I will try not to do as badly.That isnt what I really meant to say. What I meant to say is I dont take all this anywhere near serious enough. I know it sounds like I do but I don't really. To me this is all for fun. I edit as much as I think is absolutely minimum before I post stories. I am sure that accounts for a lot of the grief I get so I accept that part of it. The fact that I do not take all this seriously accounts for the rest of the grief.

Thank you both for explaining it all to me. I will try to do better I promise. Well I will try not to do as badly.

 

[wildsweetone]

thank you student for giving me a chance to write this, a lesson well learnt

Her eyes, wide and staring, found solace as they settled on his. His short back and sides military haircut of jet black hair standing straight out from his head, the greys hidden in the dimness of the moonlit room. His green eyes stared hard and unsmiling into her warm brown ones. She trembled.

Her breathing quickened, and she undressed her mature body in a hurry and lay down on their bed. As he watched her, she let her fingers move lightly over her soft flesh. Her nipples hardening as his eyes darkened and narrowed. Her fingers and thumbs held her nipples and squeezed them gently for him. Her full breasts ached for his touch.

Gently she opened her body for him to see how badly she needed him. Her hand moved down to that warm moist haven which was his alone. She touched herself in the way she loved him to caress her. She begged to be taken now, she wanted to be joined with him again.

Within moments she was spinning into her own world. His love enveloped her, holding her close.

Tears trickled from her eyes as she turned and crushed his pillow to her body, her elbow bumped his photo from the bedside table.

Would this emptiness inside her never leave her in peace? Would she ever be able to move on with her life. Angel of Darkness take me from this hollow hole of a body, let me join my love in death.

247 words

 

[wildsweetone]

would that we were all perfect... god what a boring hell hole life would be

Mystery Writer, on behalf of the student, thank you for the time and effort you put into your vignette.

I'm sure if he/she had wanted perfection they'd never have come to the lit.com site, as NONE of us are perfect.

geez, but i sure love a challenge

mine took me about 15 minutes to write, and yes i checked it. i've noticed that the last paragraph is in the first person whilst the rest is third person. and you know what? i like it like that! lol

have fun!

 

[MysteryWriter]

bravo

I think the lady just settled the arguement for us. At least she did for me. (Edited version to follow)

 

[wildsweetone]

*hugs*

Thank you Mystery Writer, i enjoyed that warm fuzzie. It's nice to know there's a soul around with a sense of humour.

 

[MysteryWriter]

298

The train rattled and bumped over the uneven rails. The club car was about the most comfortable place in the beast. Still, there was just something about a train. Two drinks had made the ride even better.
She was all soft and curvy in a mature way. At eighteen I would not have understood but at twenty-one I did.
She looked up from her magazine then smiled at me. I stood to go to the men’s room. I was embarrassed by the lump in my pants.
I was again in the chair when she rose. She walked to stand in front of me then place her magazine on the table beside me. She whispered so that no one else could hear.
“Follow me I have a compartment.”
Inside the tiny closet sized room she put her finger to lips. She began desperately removing both of our clothes. I helped as much as she allowed.
Her breasts were soft and warm. Her nipples were hard. She gasped as I kissed them. I felt her hips pump at me from the first lick of her nipples. After a few seconds of sucking here breasts, she pushed me onto the fold down bed. I sat on the side of it while she knelt between my legs. I tried to lift her but she fought me.
She slipped her warm mouth over me. Her tongue did things to me I had never felt. I finally forced her onto the bed. It was before I had the giant orgasm that I knew was coming. I kiss her as I entered her. I felt her body open and close around me. Soon I erupted into her warm body.
While I tied the field scraf she said through her tears. “He was there you know.”

 

[wildsweetone]

His skateboard was one of those with 'go faster' stripes across the top of it. God, like he needed to go faster? His muscles rippled under his white t-shirt as his back foot pounded the sidewalk. He balanced on top, raking his fingers through blond streaked tips. His trousers looked like they should belong to a clown. You know the kind? Huge, and hanging down past his backside, though not quite low enough to make me blush. I kept looking in case they slipped further.

He whizzed past me doing about 20 miles an hour. His face partially hidden by his hooded sweatshirt. But I saw the mass of blemishes on his forehead. He must only have been 18.

I turned quickly to follow him with my eyes. He darted around a street tree and avoided a wooden slated seat, barely missing the toes of an elderly woman perched on the edge of the seat. He swerved right and slipped between two buildings.

Sighing at the impatience of youth, I turned. I looked down at my soaked trousers. The skateboarder's remnants, wet muddly splotches, rose halfway up my slacks. I took a step forward and stopped. My shoe was stuck to the ground. The pavement next to me was covered in gum. It felt like I had a big blob of it on the sole of my shoe. Gingerly I walked towards the seat.

Arms reached around my waist and held me steady. I looked up and stared openmouthed. My heart pumped blood twice as fast. My nipples strained to be free of restriction. I blushed profusely and looked down. Bad move. His officer's uniform fit his body snugly.

279 words

 

[wildsweetone]

He sniffed the salt air appreciatively. The shells crushed under his weight. The westerly whipped his hair up and slapped it against his face. His ears stung with the bitterness of the day. Bunching his fingers into fists, he slammed them into the pockets of his jacket. He hunched his shoulders and walked along the edge of the tide. The foam from the wild waves lapped at the well worn leather on his boots.

Self preservation from the elements as well as from his own thoughts kept his head down as he walked.

A gull's scream was carried to sea on the wind.

He walked faster, the sand flying from the back of his boots. He only stopped when his boots scuffed the wooden steps to his bach. The glow from the fireplace caught his eye. He watched the flames flicking over the petrified wood, through the salt covered window. The flames themselves looked welcoming, but he knew the warmth was down to the woman inside.

The childhood friend who had turned his world around. She'd made him realise what was important in life. She loved him with all her being and he knew in his heart he returned that love unconditionally.

As he watched the flames, she moved to stand in front of the fire. The glow on her naked flesh penetrated his daze. He went inside, undressed, and walked into her arms.

Her kiss was mellow wine, her scent of roses in full bloom. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her in the moment. His arousal grew and as she placed her warm moist mouth over him, he called her name and gifted her with his soul.

They fell to the sheepskin rug and snuggled quietly, content to be in each others arms and watching the flames together.



300 words

 

[MysteryWriter]

285

I loved bars even when I was forty and had been in AA for ten years drinking. I always seemed to hang out in one when I was between wives. I was sitting at the bar with a cup of cold coffee and a smoldering cigarette when she walked in the joint.
When she moved men always turned to watch. She had that horsy walk that country club chicks name muffie have. She also had a great body and the soul of a whore. I should know she was my ex wife. I knew every slutty thing she had done for the last five years.
“I hear you dyin’ old man?” She asked in her trailer trash voice.
“Nice to see you too muffie,” I replied using the nic name I had given her. I said it with much less than a smile.
“Well it couldn’t happen to a nicer guy. I came here to give you a present.” With those words she dropped to her knees in front of everyone. She opened my trousers then fished out my joint. I was shocked enough to remain silent at first. Then it just felt too good to stop her. After a while I felt the pressure build so I put my hands on her head to help. After I came in her mouth, I sat exhausted.
She stood then said, “Damn, Jerry said that would kill your ass.”
“Never trust a lawyer,” I said with a weary smile.
She smiled the largest smile I had ever seen on her when she asked, “Want to see if it would kill me if you did it to me.”
The crowd cheered. Well it was that kind of place.

 

[MysteryWriter]

sorry

I cut and pasted the last one it seemed to have not done very well.