Hello all,
I wrote this for a friend and they said I should submit it, but it needs some tidying up first. It's written as one person talking to another and was done straight off the top of my head. I'm generally ok with the content, though it is up for review. I mainly need help with the layout, so as the title suggests...
Thanks for any help that may be given.
Elision.
"You're already down to your underwear and you're sat on a couch. Reclining easily. Legs open a little."
She blushes to hear this.
"But they're only open a little. It's a soft couch. Gives easily to the hand and welcomes your form gently into its softness. Your body is nearly horizontal, but slopes down towards your nether regions seductively."
"Your hands lay by your side, languidly. Your breathing is even, but full of anticipation."
"The bra cups you and holds you in place perfectly, easing your curves into two lovely mounds of tender flesh. And your panties contain your modesty evenly, but only just."
"Good, keep going"
"They hug your curves splendidly and give you a shape to die for. Your thighs swing back and forth; open and closed, as you contemplate the stories you've read. And the tingling between your thighs needs to be answered."
"Slowly, but purposefully, your hands leave the couch and smooth themselves over your belly, readying themselves for the more intimate touching that you're contemplating. Contemplating with trepidation and excitement."
"Your breathing deepens as your fingers play across your stomach, sliding over the silky skin. They skirt your ribs as you pluck up the courage to move them higher. Your thoughts drift to the story you've just read and how it's made you long for a touch of intimacy. A touch that you will soon give yourself."
"Your thighs press together at the thought and the warmth between them makes the colour rise to your cheeks."
"put a lot of thought into this, havent you?"
"Just a bit."
"you're doing very well," she adds somewhat breathlessly.
"You shift slightly, sliding a little further down the couch, feeling the panties rise against your ass and press against you slightly. Press against the warmth your thoughts have engendered there."
"Tentatively your fingers skirt the bottom of your bra, gliding over the warmth of your skin, but your thoughts have already made your nipples stand out a little and they press against the confines of the bra. Breathing slowly, but deliberatley, you allow the backs of your fingers to glide over the bottom of your bra, gently pushing against the restrained flesh."
"hmmm"
"Sighing, you allow your fingertips to brush over your nipples, but only momentarily an almost coquettishly they slide back to your belly as you bite you lower lip with the tension you feel."
She grins and says, "coquettishly?"
"Feeling more emboldened, your hands glide upwards, always in touch with your skin, until they contact your bra again and you sigh contentedly as you allow yourself a gentle squeeze."
"Don't stop. Go on"
"The squeeze becomes more firm as you lose yourself in the moment and a small gasp makes it past your lips before you come to your senses. Regaining control, you slide a hand downwards, over your stomach and let it skirt the edge of your panties."
"You smile at the thought of what you're going to do, letting your eyes flick to the ceiling for a moment and then back down to your magnificent breasts, straining within their bra. Fingers play against the soft fabric, gently rubbing on the areola and causing your breath to deepen, whislt your nipple stands out ever more proud."
"Your hand runs along the edge of your panties, pushing it down slightly, but skips over it and plays across the top of your thigh, slowly gliding ever inwards as it strokes against the skin it finds there."
"Very vivid."
"Your back arches as you flick your fingernails against a nipple and your breath is held for a moment as you revel in the sweet seduction."
"Fingers drift ever inwards, toying with the edge of your panties. They slide under ever so slightly, gripping the edge and pull it towards your stomach, increasing the friction against your dampness."
"Hips start to move and push against the ever dampening gusset of your panties. Your breathing deepens further and your mind captures images from the story that turned you on."
"Leaving a nipple behind, your fingers drift up to your mouth. Wetting their tips with your tongue, they slip back to the very edge of your bra cup, dipping underneath and pressing against your soft flesh."
"The hand by your crotch moves to the waistband of your panties and pulls it up slowly, letting the material sink between the soft, wet folds of your sex; feeling it press against you in a most sensual way."
"Scooping your breast form your bra, it now sits proud and unhindered. Your fingers skirt its most sensitive areas, building up the feeling of anticipation within you."
"Feeling the need within, your fingers slip over the front of your panties, pushing against their flimsiness and raising your hips to meet their gentle caress. The sighs escape your lips regularly now and your lips know what it is to be bitten softly with desire."
"Gently, almost tentatively, you take a nipple between finger & thumb and grip it firmly. Pulling on it softly, you whimper your delight to the warm room."
"Fingers slip between your thighs, which pull together, gripping and holding your hand between them. They play across the silky softness of your sensitive flesh and you smile to know just how close they were to your delicious centre. Withdrawing your hand slowly, your thumb grazes your covered sex and you can't help but let it push against your fleshy sex."
"You quiver as your hand leaves your perfect centre. It glides up over your belly and joins its sister in mischief, caressing a breast; a breast that is sorely in need of a touch."
"hmmm."
"Delighting in the feel of your hands and fingers, you tenderly grip your nipples, tugging them to full ripeness; rolling them between your fingers just the way you know you like it. The thoughts of the story linger in your mind's eye, making you tingle all the more and make you need to have your fingers somewhere else, somewhere altogether more delightful."
"The waistband of your panties easily slips over the backs of your fingers as they search for your need, your desire. Pushing your hips up to meet your hand seems like the only natural thing to do and it feels so right."
"mmhmmm"
"Freeing the other breast from your bra grants them both the freedom they deserve and they sit proudly on your chest, nipples exposed to the gentle zephyr of your breath. Suddenly coy, you dip your hips away from your probing fingers, consigning them to searching anew for your hot desire."
"Pushing yourself into the couch, you slip your fingers ever so slowly forward, wanting them to contact and realise your passion."
"The hand at your breast has become more animated and cups, caresses and rubs at your skin with more abandon, finding the most sensitive spots and playing with them; making you gasp with joy."
"Knowing that your fingers will soon reach their goal excites you beyond reason and you are becoming wetter by the second. Closing your eyes against the sensations, you think of the story and of how you want to be touched, of how you want to be wanton and carefree."
"And you feel them approach, they creep upon your most sensitive area and the sensations blossom throughout your body, causing you to sigh with unexpected force."
"Tugging on your nipples becomes a secondary concern now, but it does light a fire within you that persists and grows warmer by the moment."
"Fingers circle your clit, pausing and pushing, waiting and trembling. Yor thighs clamp down on your hand, not wanting it to be anywere else."
"You must free yourself comlpetely. You must have unhindered access to that which demands attention. Both hands push your panties down and out of the way, freeing your sex to whatever your fingers decide to do."
"Opening your thighs, feeling the panties bite against their outsides, is wonderful. Your fingers slide back between your legs, brushing against your newly exposed pussy."
"Breathing becomes more and more difficult as the images race through your mind and your hips push up for the treatment they so desperately crave."
"Both of your hands skirt your heat, rubbing firmly against the need you feel burning within you. Thumbs push against your sensitive nub, leaving you gasping and gulping lungfuls of air."
"The insides of your thighs tremble with expectancy and they close once again, pressing your fingers against your intimacy."
"Not being able to resist anymore, you take a finger between your glistening folds and rub it up and down, feeling the juices spill against it."
"Breathing becomes difficult. Your chest rises and falls with the rhythms of the sensations you feel between your legs."
"Biting your lip hard, a finger sinks into your depths, bringing with it the ecstacy of penetration. As the sensations ripple across you, you can't help yourself and a second finger joins the first. They plunge into your hot depths a few times until they are coated with your slick juices and then you with draw them with the certain knowledge of where they will be in a moment."
"The whimpers return as the shining fingers tweak the most sensitive part of your body and a little yelp escapes your mouth as you come to terms with the glorious, intimate feeling. Sighs turn to groans as you massage your proud little clit, pinching and pulling as it responds to your fingers."
"Other fingers smooth across your thighs and drift upwards, cupping a breast and squeezing it firmly; letting the tension flow from your fingers into the tender flesh of your breast. Feeling your breath shorten with excitement, you rub more firmly at your nub, swirling your fingers over and around it, stimulating it as only you know how."
"Your hips push upwards, straining to force yourself against your fingers, straining to feel the glory of your touch."
"Don't stop, go on."
"Flicking your eyes open, you can see your body convulsing to the magic of your digits; your nippples sing to the ministrations of your fingers and your hot little clit is screaming for release. Your movements become faster, more focused and centred. You know exactly where you want to go and just which images will help to take you there."
"Your fingers dry out every so often, but they are soon refreshed by dipping them into your slick centre. You begin to cry out as your endeavours begin to reach their peak, and your body heaves with the need to be closer, ever so much closer to the wonders of your fingers. They sweep and swirl, pushing and crushing your clit as if this was the last time."
"Your nipple is tugged fiecely as you find that a little pain is so close to pleasure and the moans continue to erupt from you as you approach the point of no return. Your hips buck against your hand, your thighs tensing and relaxing momentarily before they clench together again."
"Your whole body is rocking back and forth to the rhythm of your fingers. Your fingers. They crush that flame of desire into you with every stroke and you can feel the peak of your desire approaching. Your breath begins to stop as you reach the brink and your whole body seizes up with the waves of pleasure that spread fom your centre; that spread as the flame consumes the fuel."
"Biting your lip to stifle the cry of delight proves futile as your orgasm rips through your form. It rises and crashes upon you with the force of a hurricane. Spreading from your centre and reaching to the very tips of your toes, your ecstacy leaves you shuddering and weak."
"The spasms within you subside, yet the occassional tensing of muscles signals a smaller wave of pleasure."
"Suddenly aware of your surroundings, you blush at your excesses and decide you must clean yourself up; for you have been a bad girl, for once."
I wrote this for a friend and they said I should submit it, but it needs some tidying up first. It's written as one person talking to another and was done straight off the top of my head. I'm generally ok with the content, though it is up for review. I mainly need help with the layout, so as the title suggests...
Thanks for any help that may be given.
Elision.
"You're already down to your underwear and you're sat on a couch. Reclining easily. Legs open a little."
She blushes to hear this.
"But they're only open a little. It's a soft couch. Gives easily to the hand and welcomes your form gently into its softness. Your body is nearly horizontal, but slopes down towards your nether regions seductively."
"Your hands lay by your side, languidly. Your breathing is even, but full of anticipation."
"The bra cups you and holds you in place perfectly, easing your curves into two lovely mounds of tender flesh. And your panties contain your modesty evenly, but only just."
"Good, keep going"
"They hug your curves splendidly and give you a shape to die for. Your thighs swing back and forth; open and closed, as you contemplate the stories you've read. And the tingling between your thighs needs to be answered."
"Slowly, but purposefully, your hands leave the couch and smooth themselves over your belly, readying themselves for the more intimate touching that you're contemplating. Contemplating with trepidation and excitement."
"Your breathing deepens as your fingers play across your stomach, sliding over the silky skin. They skirt your ribs as you pluck up the courage to move them higher. Your thoughts drift to the story you've just read and how it's made you long for a touch of intimacy. A touch that you will soon give yourself."
"Your thighs press together at the thought and the warmth between them makes the colour rise to your cheeks."
"put a lot of thought into this, havent you?"
"Just a bit."
"you're doing very well," she adds somewhat breathlessly.
"You shift slightly, sliding a little further down the couch, feeling the panties rise against your ass and press against you slightly. Press against the warmth your thoughts have engendered there."
"Tentatively your fingers skirt the bottom of your bra, gliding over the warmth of your skin, but your thoughts have already made your nipples stand out a little and they press against the confines of the bra. Breathing slowly, but deliberatley, you allow the backs of your fingers to glide over the bottom of your bra, gently pushing against the restrained flesh."
"hmmm"
"Sighing, you allow your fingertips to brush over your nipples, but only momentarily an almost coquettishly they slide back to your belly as you bite you lower lip with the tension you feel."
She grins and says, "coquettishly?"
"Feeling more emboldened, your hands glide upwards, always in touch with your skin, until they contact your bra again and you sigh contentedly as you allow yourself a gentle squeeze."
"Don't stop. Go on"
"The squeeze becomes more firm as you lose yourself in the moment and a small gasp makes it past your lips before you come to your senses. Regaining control, you slide a hand downwards, over your stomach and let it skirt the edge of your panties."
"You smile at the thought of what you're going to do, letting your eyes flick to the ceiling for a moment and then back down to your magnificent breasts, straining within their bra. Fingers play against the soft fabric, gently rubbing on the areola and causing your breath to deepen, whislt your nipple stands out ever more proud."
"Your hand runs along the edge of your panties, pushing it down slightly, but skips over it and plays across the top of your thigh, slowly gliding ever inwards as it strokes against the skin it finds there."
"Very vivid."
"Your back arches as you flick your fingernails against a nipple and your breath is held for a moment as you revel in the sweet seduction."
"Fingers drift ever inwards, toying with the edge of your panties. They slide under ever so slightly, gripping the edge and pull it towards your stomach, increasing the friction against your dampness."
"Hips start to move and push against the ever dampening gusset of your panties. Your breathing deepens further and your mind captures images from the story that turned you on."
"Leaving a nipple behind, your fingers drift up to your mouth. Wetting their tips with your tongue, they slip back to the very edge of your bra cup, dipping underneath and pressing against your soft flesh."
"The hand by your crotch moves to the waistband of your panties and pulls it up slowly, letting the material sink between the soft, wet folds of your sex; feeling it press against you in a most sensual way."
"Scooping your breast form your bra, it now sits proud and unhindered. Your fingers skirt its most sensitive areas, building up the feeling of anticipation within you."
"Feeling the need within, your fingers slip over the front of your panties, pushing against their flimsiness and raising your hips to meet their gentle caress. The sighs escape your lips regularly now and your lips know what it is to be bitten softly with desire."
"Gently, almost tentatively, you take a nipple between finger & thumb and grip it firmly. Pulling on it softly, you whimper your delight to the warm room."
"Fingers slip between your thighs, which pull together, gripping and holding your hand between them. They play across the silky softness of your sensitive flesh and you smile to know just how close they were to your delicious centre. Withdrawing your hand slowly, your thumb grazes your covered sex and you can't help but let it push against your fleshy sex."
"You quiver as your hand leaves your perfect centre. It glides up over your belly and joins its sister in mischief, caressing a breast; a breast that is sorely in need of a touch."
"hmmm."
"Delighting in the feel of your hands and fingers, you tenderly grip your nipples, tugging them to full ripeness; rolling them between your fingers just the way you know you like it. The thoughts of the story linger in your mind's eye, making you tingle all the more and make you need to have your fingers somewhere else, somewhere altogether more delightful."
"The waistband of your panties easily slips over the backs of your fingers as they search for your need, your desire. Pushing your hips up to meet your hand seems like the only natural thing to do and it feels so right."
"mmhmmm"
"Freeing the other breast from your bra grants them both the freedom they deserve and they sit proudly on your chest, nipples exposed to the gentle zephyr of your breath. Suddenly coy, you dip your hips away from your probing fingers, consigning them to searching anew for your hot desire."
"Pushing yourself into the couch, you slip your fingers ever so slowly forward, wanting them to contact and realise your passion."
"The hand at your breast has become more animated and cups, caresses and rubs at your skin with more abandon, finding the most sensitive spots and playing with them; making you gasp with joy."
"Knowing that your fingers will soon reach their goal excites you beyond reason and you are becoming wetter by the second. Closing your eyes against the sensations, you think of the story and of how you want to be touched, of how you want to be wanton and carefree."
"And you feel them approach, they creep upon your most sensitive area and the sensations blossom throughout your body, causing you to sigh with unexpected force."
"Tugging on your nipples becomes a secondary concern now, but it does light a fire within you that persists and grows warmer by the moment."
"Fingers circle your clit, pausing and pushing, waiting and trembling. Yor thighs clamp down on your hand, not wanting it to be anywere else."
"You must free yourself comlpetely. You must have unhindered access to that which demands attention. Both hands push your panties down and out of the way, freeing your sex to whatever your fingers decide to do."
"Opening your thighs, feeling the panties bite against their outsides, is wonderful. Your fingers slide back between your legs, brushing against your newly exposed pussy."
"Breathing becomes more and more difficult as the images race through your mind and your hips push up for the treatment they so desperately crave."
"Both of your hands skirt your heat, rubbing firmly against the need you feel burning within you. Thumbs push against your sensitive nub, leaving you gasping and gulping lungfuls of air."
"The insides of your thighs tremble with expectancy and they close once again, pressing your fingers against your intimacy."
"Not being able to resist anymore, you take a finger between your glistening folds and rub it up and down, feeling the juices spill against it."
"Breathing becomes difficult. Your chest rises and falls with the rhythms of the sensations you feel between your legs."
"Biting your lip hard, a finger sinks into your depths, bringing with it the ecstacy of penetration. As the sensations ripple across you, you can't help yourself and a second finger joins the first. They plunge into your hot depths a few times until they are coated with your slick juices and then you with draw them with the certain knowledge of where they will be in a moment."
"The whimpers return as the shining fingers tweak the most sensitive part of your body and a little yelp escapes your mouth as you come to terms with the glorious, intimate feeling. Sighs turn to groans as you massage your proud little clit, pinching and pulling as it responds to your fingers."
"Other fingers smooth across your thighs and drift upwards, cupping a breast and squeezing it firmly; letting the tension flow from your fingers into the tender flesh of your breast. Feeling your breath shorten with excitement, you rub more firmly at your nub, swirling your fingers over and around it, stimulating it as only you know how."
"Your hips push upwards, straining to force yourself against your fingers, straining to feel the glory of your touch."
"Don't stop, go on."
"Flicking your eyes open, you can see your body convulsing to the magic of your digits; your nippples sing to the ministrations of your fingers and your hot little clit is screaming for release. Your movements become faster, more focused and centred. You know exactly where you want to go and just which images will help to take you there."
"Your fingers dry out every so often, but they are soon refreshed by dipping them into your slick centre. You begin to cry out as your endeavours begin to reach their peak, and your body heaves with the need to be closer, ever so much closer to the wonders of your fingers. They sweep and swirl, pushing and crushing your clit as if this was the last time."
"Your nipple is tugged fiecely as you find that a little pain is so close to pleasure and the moans continue to erupt from you as you approach the point of no return. Your hips buck against your hand, your thighs tensing and relaxing momentarily before they clench together again."
"Your whole body is rocking back and forth to the rhythm of your fingers. Your fingers. They crush that flame of desire into you with every stroke and you can feel the peak of your desire approaching. Your breath begins to stop as you reach the brink and your whole body seizes up with the waves of pleasure that spread fom your centre; that spread as the flame consumes the fuel."
"Biting your lip to stifle the cry of delight proves futile as your orgasm rips through your form. It rises and crashes upon you with the force of a hurricane. Spreading from your centre and reaching to the very tips of your toes, your ecstacy leaves you shuddering and weak."
"The spasms within you subside, yet the occassional tensing of muscles signals a smaller wave of pleasure."
"Suddenly aware of your surroundings, you blush at your excesses and decide you must clean yourself up; for you have been a bad girl, for once."
