The 6th Annual Literotica Award Nominations: Most Original Sex Scene

[Laurel]

In this category, please nominate the sex scene in a Literotica story that you found to be most creatively done. Please include:

- a one sentence to three paragraph snippet of the creative sex scene
- the title of the story
- the author of the story
(a link to the story satisfies the bottom two requirements)

Story must be currently on Literotica, and must have been submitted during the year 2004. One nomination per member, please. If multiple nominations are made by a member, only the first listed will count.

 

[Gryffindor]

Hot!

From The Way You Say My Name by Wavyscribe

Jamie nodded. Dillon went to the bed and pulled back the covers, waiting for Jamie to slide under before doing the same thing himself. The minute they were both in bed, Dillon reached for Jamie, taking him into his arms and pulling Jamie underneath his hard body. Without saying a word, Dillon lowered his head and covered Jamie’s mouth, using his teeth and his tongue to tease Jamie’s lips apart. Jamie allowed him entrance as Dillon tasted him, kissing him with an intensity that left Jamie weak.

Jamie wasn’t sure how long they lay like that, whether minutes passed or hours. Dillon’s mouth made the journey from Jamie’s lips, to his chin, to the tender skin of his throat, time and again, teasing Jamie, making him ache deep inside. The heat and feel of Dillon on top of him was almost more than Jamie could stand, and at the same time, it wasn’t quite enough. Jamie was so hard he hurt, and judging from the velvet weight Jamie felt on his leg, Dillon was, too. It was time to do something about it.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

I'd like to propose to reader's consideration the final scene from my story, The Literotica Olympics: Day 24 (Event: Sailing)

Excerpt:

Each new layer intensified the overall effect.

She stood en pointe, her limber body set on a delicately strained equilibrium, her legs forced apart by ropes that coiled in layers just above her ankles, weaved over her legs, and hooked to the overhead rig. A different length of solid rope curled elaborately around her waist and left upper thigh, at once accentuating the shape of her ass and providing a breathtaking frame for her pussy, visually balancing the purity of her light pink lips, the gleam of her silver clit ring, and the teasing effect of the small beauty mark on her right labium.

Another rope lay across her rib cage, and past her shoulder blades, carefully wrapping around, lifting, and pinching her breasts. She let out a deep moan when I let the rope slide through my palms, and then tugged and secured the harness with cinching knots that hugged the sides of her body and tied to the rope at her waist.

I smiled from my vantage position at the prow, as I adjusted the main rig, and watched the rope that held her arms slide across the top spreader. It spiralled around her wrists several times, turned around itself, and slid under the binds, in a dynamic arrangement that added an arch to Rebecca's back, forcing that ideal stance. I admired the web I had woven, and glowed in the knowledge that before me stood art at its greatest.

 

[cloudy]

From Do You Still Love Me? , by Dranoel:

She breathed deeply and sighed long and soft, relieved of the damage to her lungs. Searing pain shot through my chest and my breathing became labored. Still I could not stop. Astonished, I watched as my hands swept down to her crushed hip, the flesh stretching taut and firm over her mended bone. Her arms wrapped around me, warm and soft, yet strong again as they pulled me tightly to her, her lips wetly pressed to my cheek

Everywhere I touched she became whole again, my heart pounded in my chest, my head pounded with excruciating pain. Above it all I felt her heat, her desire mingling with my own. I became aware of my engorged manhood pressed between us, and of her hips rocking back seeking to take me in. I repositioned myself to do so.

Her loud throaty cry broke the stillness as I pushed slowly inside her. The jagged shards of bone and blood on her legs grated across my own as she bought her knees up, her feet dangling on the backs of my thighs. They made chilling, crunching and slurping sounds as the bones slipped back inside her and fused solid again. They encircled my hips pulling me deeper into her.

 

[Guest]

The Novice by Wishfulthinking

short summary: A girl wanting to experience the forbidden act of sex, however, she wants to become a nun. Lukas wants her and respects her wishes, while at the same time wanting her to experience pleasure. He is able to slide his hard cock into her virginal vagina, give Audrey her first orgasm all while leaving her hymen intact.

http://english.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=154522&page=1

 

[Guest]

Hmmm
Well after I wrote this... I truly LOVED how this love scene went...

The scene is Posiedon making love to a BBW woman that does not believe that He would truly want to be with her.....

Earth Day with the Gods

"How would I not know the name of someone like you. Haiyang, that is Chinese for salt sea meaning the ocean. Why would I especially not know your name?" he cocked his head to the side amused at the girl's confusion.

He then dropped his gaze to her body. His dark eyes traveled over her skin. The cocoa creamy skin glistened with the water and salt as it slowly dried on her body. He watched her large breasts rise and fall, the ends slowly hardening. He smiled seeing that she did not shave the expansion of hair between her thighs the way so many of the human females did now. He finally reached her eyes. Such beautiful startling eyes she had. A smile of mirth formed on his lips as he noticed that she finally realized that she was naked before him. Instead of shrieking and covering herself she simply looked down at herself then at him.

A sadness entered her eyes, "I am sure that you have seen much more beautiful women. I know that I am nothing special to look at," she finished quietly, turning and looking out over the water that surrounded the island.

Poseidon was taken aback by her words. "Do you truly not understand your beauty Haiyang? Are the male humans that blind that they do not see you for who and what you are?" he asked.

Poseidon moved over to her and picked her up. She did not even bother looking up at him. Haiyang's feelings over the years had been so hurt that she just threw up the wall that always surrounded her when the boys and men she knew rebuffed her. She still was off in her protective world when they came out of the trees that he had carried her through. She looked up and was awestruck by the absolute beauty of the scene before her.

Almost black sand topped with the midnight blue color of the sky. The waves were high but it almost appeared like none were going to reach the sands that they were on. He knelt in the sand and laid her back onto it. She started to sit up and he gently placed his hand upon her shoulder holding her back gently. With a smile he whispered, "I will show you and tell you what I see." Haiyang cocked her head to the side slightly and watched him wondering what this stranger was going to do. She did not have long to wait as he moved to her feet and gently sucked her toes into his mouth, first one set then the other. He curled his fingers around them slowly, gently teasing each one with the tip of his finger and tongue.

"Tiny toes that would easily dance across the surface of a star," he said.

His lips next touched her ankles. Long slow leisurely licks he placed upon each one, his hands cupped the heels of her feet gently as the tips of his strong fingers worked over each one.

"Ankles that are curvy. Not slim and breakable, but sturdy and built to last much like the woman atop them," he said.

Haiyang's eyes were huge now watching him. She listened not with just her ears but with her heart also as the man before her continued.

Next, he worked slowly up her calves. Kneading them gently upwards then trailing just the tips of his fingers downwards back to her ankles again. His mouth and lips followed the slow sensual trail that his fingers and hands made upon her calves.

"Chiseled from stone and not just any stone, but granite. Beautiful, eternal, classic in their structure and texture. Situated beautifully below these," he continued as he rolled his tongue over her knees one by one. A soft moan slipped from Haiyang's lips as he caressed one of the highly sensitive areas of her body. She could not help but part her legs just a little as he continued to worship her skin at her knees.

His hands slowly slipped up to her thighs, "So soft, just like peaches filled with the most succulent cream," he said.

He slipped his hands into hers and pulled her slowly upwards so that she was sitting before him with her legs out before her still. He moved around to her back and Haiyang did not hear but felt his tongue and lips moving up her back slowly. She arched forward on a soft sound that slipped unknowingly from her lips at the exquisite touch of him to her.

His fingers lightly stroked the small of her back, "The small of your back. There is no adequate way to describe it. Silky, supple, sensual, completely and utterly feminine," he breathed the words against her and then kissed his way slowly towards her shoulders. Flicking his tongue against each one then moving around in front of her. His fingers reluctantly leaving the small of her back, tracing their way away towards her hips.

Haiyang was slowly sinking into the fog of his words and touches. Tears were in her eyes as she could not understand why he was being so kind. Why he did not see what the other males she knew saw and teased her about. She sucked in her breath sharply as he tongued the insides of each of her palms. Flicking the tip against one then turning just slightly and flicking the tip against the other. He placed both against his face. "The gentlest touch of the soul transferred through your hands to my skin," he whispered to her.

Poseidon leaned forward and kissed his way across her forehead, around her cheeks, across her nose, then placed a kiss onto each of her eye lids, gently tonguing the lids. "Beautiful bone structure, soft cheeks hiding treasures within, a cute button nose placed gently between them. And those eyes. Absolutely exquisite. Sensual, smoldering, exotic and simply beautiful," he whispered against her lips.

He pulled back and moved down to her belly and softly kissed and licked the gently rounded skin. Haiyang almost pulled back until his hands moved and cupped her bottom holding her still while he kissed his way up her stomach to her breasts. "A true woman's belly is full of heat and fire, the gentle curve barely conceals the heart that lies behind it," with that he kissed the place right over her heart.

Poseidon looked up at her, fire danced within his eyes as he looked to her. For a moment he was taken aback by the desire that he saw dancing within hers. He did not move nor breathe. He stayed still simply staring at her face. He would not push her but he knew that if he touched her just then that there would be no stopping him and he refused to be the one to push her.

Haiyang looked to him. For a moment the fear that he had found her lacking froze her. Why had he stopped? She swallowed the lump of fear and unknowing. Slowly she rose up on her knees and moved towards him. She watched the heavy rise and fall of his chest as she neared him. Slowly she laid her lips against his chest, in the same spot that he had, right over his heart.

All of the air left his lungs in that moment, her fingers made contact with his belly at the same time as he curled his arms around her body. He dipped his head down as she craned her neck back, their lips meeting in almost an explosion of passion. Haiyang pressed her belly and thighs against his, he growled into her mouth as time stopped and the explosion that had been held back suddenly erupted around them in a dance of stars, lights, and white noises.

They rolled together onto the sands. Their hands moving over each other, touching, stroking, caressing the soft creamy skin of her body and the hard firm skin of his. He could not get enough of her mouth nor the intoxicating scent of her body. She felt only him, nothing but touching and melding her body to his mattered at the moment. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she was rolled to her back. Breathlessly she looked up into his eyes. He leaned forward, kissing her slowly, putting all of himself into the simple act of making love to her mouth. He moved his lips, tongue, and head as he made her delirious with the almost drowning sensation of the kiss. Haiyang slid her hands up his chest, over his shoulders and curled them into his hair. She kissed him just as fiercely and lovingly in return. Their mouths mated to one another.

In the back of her mind she felt him hard and heavy between her thighs. He had not entered her but held himself back. She decided in her heart and soul at that moment that there would never be another time like this. Haiyang lifted her hips gently pushing the tip of his member into her body. Poseidon took the unspoken invitation and gently entered her silken sheath.

She dragged in a slow ragged breath, her eyes closing and then opening in wonder. He felt the evidence of her maidenhood for the briefest of moments. He looked down at the woman that had so captivated him as he pushed carefully through it and sunk himself into her hot caressing depths.

Haiyang only sucked in her breath at the smallest of discomforts and then all she felt was pleasure. She rocked her hips up meeting his slowly as he continued kissing her lips and face. She in turn kissed and caressed his face and neck. Her hands moving over his chest, back and hair as he slowly moved over her.

Too much, not enough, overwhelming sensations crashed over Haiyang as she fully gave into the feelings that this man, this mystery gave to her. Poseidon was beside himself with the completeness that he felt with her. He could feel the sensual, erotic tension coiling within her. He knew that she was close to slipping over the edge into sweet oblivion.

A tiny sadness entered him as he knew that there was nothing more potent then the seed of a God. As he moved and thrust into her body one final time, he whispered against her lips as his seed filled her waiting womb, "My name is Poseidon." Haiyang did not even have a moment to register what he said as the orgasm that had been waiting in the wings washed over her completely, pulling her into a sensual black haze.

 

[CharleyH]

I'd like to propose to reader's consideration the final scene from my story, The Literotica Olympics: Day 24 (Event: Sailing)

Excerpt:

LOL I second THIS!

It truly is one of the most unique sex scenes I have EVER read on lit. Beautifully described, and completely intriguing.

 

[Boxlicker101]

I'm not sure of the exact definition of "Most original" but I've never heard or read anything like this scene in my story, "Deidre and Horny Horny".:

When he saw his mistress in that position, Horny knew what it meant. Although there was some instinctive urge to mount her and imbed his cock, she was out of his reach and, besides, Horny was well trained. He lowered his head and approached her, with his horn aimed at the place where he knew his mistress wanted it. In the wild, unicorn horns are weapons and are pointed but domesticated animals usually have their horns ground down and that was the case with Horny. The tip was not sharp enough to puncture anything but was narrow enough to easily fit into a tight place such as Deidre’s vagina. Knowing that was what she wanted, Horny put the tip of his horn into the entrance of Deidre’s pussy.

When she felt the first penetration, Deidre shuddered with delight and moved towards the source of her pleasure, feeling the horn slip into her wet pussy. “Mmmm, yeah,” she murmured. “Stick that big horny cock all the way in me. I wanna fuck.” At the place where the horn was too thick to easily slide in any deeper, Deidre stopped. “Give it to me, Boy. All the way in.”

Horny may not have understood the words but he knew what was expected of him and he moved forward, while his mistress thrust back. Deidre moaned in pleasure as she felt the entrance to her pussy stretch and accommodate the horn, and her heavy lubrication helped ease it in even deeper. The farther the horn entered her, the more Deidre enjoyed it and she wanted all of it in her pussy. She continued thrusting back, and Horny kept moving his head, every movement of either of them driving the horn in deeper, the way Deidre wanted it

When it was finally all the way in, Deidre was ecstatic. The bony protuberance at the base of the unicorn’s horn rubbed against her clit and the spiral ridges did more for the nerve endings in her vagina than the pleasure bumps on any dildo ever could. No dildo or vibrator ever designed could match the ability of a unicorn to give pleasure to a woman, and Deidre firmly believed that no man could either. Although her experience was limited, she had never seen a cock as big or as hard as the horn that was pleasuring her pussy, and none that would last until she was satisfied. She had also never seen a human tongue that could penetrate her pussy and give her pleasure the way Horny’s tongue could. Horny was many times better than any toy she had ever tried because he moved on his own, rather than being held by the user. Furthermore, once her pussy had been thoroughly licked and fucked, Horny had another way to give pleasure that was totally beyond the capability of dildo or vibrator.

 

[Angeline]

I'd like to propose to reader's consideration the final scene from my story, The Literotica Olympics: Day 24 (Event: Sailing)

Excerpt:

I agree. Seconded.

 

[WickedEve]

I agree. Seconded.

I'm following you around.

The Literotica Olympics: Day 24 by Lauren Hynde

 

[Joseki Ko]

Seconded

Hmmm
Well after I wrote this... I truly LOVED how this love scene went...

The scene is Posiedon making love to a BBW woman that does not believe that He would truly want to be with her.....

Earth Day with the Gods

 

[jjcakin]

Most Original Sex Scene

Oh,,, You've got to read it to believe it. I can't do it justice here.
The Mirror by mandywilluk2000 an introspective look at herself in a mirror with much expresion, such as, "So the fingersin the mirror will trace their way around those loveley lips, on and around the labia and the vulva, arousing even more the clitoris.
http://english.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=161127

 

[summerwino]

This has to be the best use of strawberries that I've ever seen! From Velvetpie's Geisha Training, chapter 3.

I touched her face, running my fingers over her soft skin, then moved forward to replace them with my lips. Her perfume wafted into my nostrils and I suddenly had the urge to smell another type of perfume. I left my hands move down until I'd reached the juncture of her legs and gave her pussy a squeeze. She moaned, her hands reaching out for me. I unbelted her robe and mine, happy to see that she was naked beneath. I pulled the heavy outer kimono off, letting it fall to the floor, then let mine sag along with it. Her small breasts sat high and proud and I licked them through the gossamer material. Delicious. I pressed her back onto the bed and spread the second robe open.

I had started my seduction with her mind; now, I continued with her body. I picked up a strawberry, bit off the end and rubbed the sweet, tart juice on each nipple, following with my lips. Nozomi-san moaned again. I laid the fruit against her lips and let her eat it. Selecting another from the bowl, I traced the length of her body with it, positioning myself between her legs. I hadn't done my test but I knew that Nozomi-san would taste divine. I parted her thighs and lay between. Instead of my tongue, I used the strawberry to open her wet slit. She gasped in delight. I rubbed it up and down, over and over until it was well-coated with her juices and lifting so that she could see my face, I laid the slick tip on my tongue and licked it clean.

Nozomi-san gasped again. She'd never seen anything like that, nor had it done to her. I took another berry from the bowl and this time, I gently pressed it into her hole. She came immediately, her hips thrusting upward and a cry coming from her mouth. I pulled the berry out slightly, then pushed it back in. She jumped again, gasping each time I repeated the action. After I was satisfied that she'd cum several times, I left the strawberry inside her and slowly, deftly began to eat it out.

 

[doormouse]

From Do You Still Love Me? , by Dranoel:

ditto

 

[Kat T.]

Chiming in

Author's Name: Elizabetht
Story Name: Earth Day with the Gods

 

[Miss Oatlash]

Most Creative!

Biker Barbie by The Mutt

Maybe it was the thrill of fright. Maybe it was the vibration of the leather seat against her ass. Maybe, just maybe, it was the feel of another doll's breasts in her hands, but Barbie felt herself grow hot between her thighs. She rocked her pelvis forward and ground herself into Biker Barbie's tailbone. The Biker took one hand off the handlebars and reached back to grip Barbie's ass. She gave it a hard squeeze. Then she cut the bike down the dark alley behind the stove.

It was dark and smelly. Bits of trash and empty matchbooks littered the ground. Something skittered under the baseboard. Biker Barbie stopped the motorcycle and booted down the stand. Barbie got off and leaned against the wall in a swoon. Biker Barbie strode up to her and grabbed her tit in a strong hand. She clamped her mouth over Barbie's and kissed her hard. Her knee forced its way between Barbie's thighs and ground into her center. Barbie felt herself go wild with want. She grabbed the biker girl's ass with both hands. She sought the thin gap between denim and leather and dug her painted nails into firm, bare flesh. Biker Barbie pulled back and tugged Barbie's sweater up to her neck. She began to kiss and lick the exposed breasts.

"God damn, I wish we had nipples."

 

[ElPila]

"Alex gasped for air. The woman on his chest immediately shifted her position and lowered herself onto his mouth. Her smooth thighs tightened around Alex's face and she rode him and smeared her juices across his mouth and chin. He struggled to breathe, and each time he took another mouthful of her.

He fought, yanked his arms out of the restraining grip, and pushed the girl off him. He tried to sit up, but only managed to see the young brunette waitress, kneeling between his legs and with her parted lips hovering over the head of his cock. Before he could feel her mouth engulfing him, another girl rammed him down and kissed him."

in Plastic Love by Lauren Hynde.

 

[shereads]

The Pillar in the Garden

by Dr. Mabeuse. The act of sex is interwoven with other elements of a "sex scene" that really is the story itself.

Some favorite moments:

The fool sees only the fuck. The complete man sees the currents of the universe, the slow, thick energies of the natural world, mute but inevitable in their urgency. You feel her calm accepting breath on your chest, warm with her sighing, languorous pleasure, the slow patient workings of her beautiful animal thighs. She stretches out in time and enjoys your enjoyment of her. She knows she's beautiful when you're inside her: the mystery of the moon, the glory of the sun, the freshness of the rain on your parched and hungry land.

"What are you doing?" she asks me with her little girl lilt.

"Looking at you. Studying you."

And through this wonderland runs a trickling rill of her own lubrication. I can dip my finger in its warm waters and watch her jump. I can press my face into the turf of her pubic hair and smell the earthy life of her desires, something so young and ancient that it calls to what's young and ancient in me too. (A Pillar in a Garden indeed!)

"What are you staring at?" she asks, trying to close her legs. "Would you stop!?

And what's inside? Beyond my sight, all of her, beneath her skin: the crowded pulse of organ and muscle and meat and bone and vein: the bellows of her lungs, the hammer of her heart. I hardly know. All I know is that when I lift my lips to hers she is all warm surrender and wonderful feminine greediness. She wraps her thin arms around my neck, and her smooth legs around my hips, slides forward in the chair so that my own feverish pushbone is awash in the seas of her female swamp, and the currents that surge up through me are as strong as the tides of the moon on the ocean, telling me to enter her and find my home inside her, urging me to beat the waves of my furious male hunger against her giving female shores.

http://english.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=136935

 

[vogueboy]

I nominate CharleyH for the Most Original Sex Scene.

Here is a glimpse of it in The Window

I glanced at him within his windowed canvass, between the frame of trees, his hand stroking furiously up and down his hardened cock, knowing he was on the verge of cumming, knowing his cock was rising and ready to explode.

Grabbing my hands underneath Ana's arms, I wrenched her shoulders back and raised her against the height of my body. Her hair fell out of her eyes, my dildo fixed tightly in her ass, her dim reflection flushed, and her eyes glossed. I looked down from the apartment and gazed at him from the screen of my eyes.

I jerked my pink cock out of her ass, whipped her around, and ripped her to the left, out of the window and against the wall, castrating his view, leaving him with the empty sight of an amber glowing window. His mustard coloured shirt and purple tie withered from the frame as I tore away his sight, and blinded his pleasure.

 

[DriverBaz]

Could someone take a look at Driver Wilde - A London Busman's tale in the first time section and see if they think it's worthy of a nomination in this category? I'm not confident enough to nominate myself...

 

[English Lady]

"...his lips hovering closer and closer to mine till lightly they touch, sensation exploding in my lips all the way down to deep within the pool waters. His hands slip coldly onto the warm skin of my back, his fingers gently stroking as his lips gently stroke mine. I feel his body shifting, his bobbing penis now brushing my thigh and feeling it blood filled despite the numbing coldness of the water.

My arms wrap around him, pulling him closer, squashing his cool wet chest to mine, his cold leg against mine, holding him close revelling in the sensation of cool wet skin against cool wet skin.

He shifts over me and soon he is there between my thighs, pushing me back his kisses hard, heavy and demanding. As the side of the pool is squished down I feel water pumping out onto the grass. I am laid out almost flat now, the rim of the pool half way up my back, the rest being caressed by cool soggy grass."

This is an excerpt from my story

Hot Wet & Watched.


by myself, English Lady.

 

[whorishpink]

Eon ; Dance for me

Several hours and a rich room service dinner later, he and Sada were sprawled out together on the floor in front of the T.V. Alastair kept looking at her; her hair was tousled and her dress was hitching up around her thighs, making her look like a wet dream. He ran his fingertips lightly along the back of her thigh, making her giggle. Sada reached back and pushed his hand away.

“Stop it!” she giggled.

Alastair shook his head. “Not until you give me my present.”

Sada giggled even harder. She rolled onto her back, grinning.
Alastair reached for her, and she sprung to her feet. She heard him grumbling as he rose to chase after her, and she dashed up the stairs to the bedroom. He was faster than she was, though, and had caught her by the time she reached the top of the stairs. Sada shrieked loudly, kicking her feet as they tumbled together onto the bed.

“Not fair!” Sada protested, wriggling wildly in his grasp. “Really, Alastair, this room is your birthday present!”

Alastair released his grip on her. “Why don’t I believe you?”

Laughing, Sada sprang away from him. She turned to face him,
leaning against the wall. Alastair scooted to the edge of the bed, then stood up. She felt her cheeks heat up beneath the intensity of his gaze.

“All right,” Sada said quietly, looking down at her toes. “But you have to unwrap it first.”

Alastair moved forward too quickly. She let out a squeak of surprise as he caught her arm and spun her around, pinning her up against the wall. Sada braced her hands against the wall, feeling rough wallpaper beneath her palms. Alastair’s lips teased at the curve of her ear as he pressed up against her.

“What a hideous waste of energy that would be,” Alastair purred, sending warm breath against her neck.

Sada shivered. Her cheeks burned and she pressed against the cool wallpaper, closing her eyes as Alastair’s finger slipped between her thighs. She smothered a moan as his fingertips stroked her, teasing her clit. His teeth nipped at her earlobe, then her neck, and his free hand traveled up her back. Alastair’s fingers caught the tie of her dress and tugged it free. Sada fell the soft cotton slip down, baring her breasts, then his hand came around to fondle her.

“A…Alastair…” Sada moaned.

His teeth nipped again, this time at her shoulder. She squeaked, tossing her head back against him. Alastair’s fingers continued to tease her, and she shivered and sighed as one slipped inside her. Sada reached back, winding her arms around his neck and digging her fingers into his hair. Her hips moved against his touch, and her breath came loud and ragged.

Sada whimpered softly a moment later when Alastair pulled his hand away. She heard the rustling of fabric as he pulled his jeans away, then released her grip on him and braced herself on the wall again as he pushed her forward. His hands pulled her panties down to her knees. Bent over double, with her hands on the wall holding her up, Sada trembled in anticipation.

Alastair slipped a hand around to fondle her breasts again, and braced the other on her back. Sada moaned softly as he entered her, her fingers curling and her nails digging at the wallpaper. She moved her hips back to meet Alastair’s each time he thrust inside her. Her cries built quickly, her body already worked up from his teasing. She pressed hard against the wall, trying to hold back, but the friction between her body and his made it impossible.

Through the little shudders that ran through her, Sada could feel each long, deep stroke. She let her head tilt back, moaning softly in wanton abandon. Alastair’s mouth pressed against her neck, nipping and suckling in turns. Both hands now cradled her breasts, his touch becoming almost rough. His thumbs feathered over her nipples, which were painfully tight, and Sada keened softly.

Alastair’s teeth dug into her shoulder. His dark hair spilled over her skin, soft as silk, tickling the curve of her breast. He was moving inside her so fast that the friction between them built swiftly, and Sada was soon trembling again, her body clenching around him tightly in climax. She felt him pull out of her suddenly, heard his soft groan which he muffled beneath her hair, and felt the hot spray of his come against her thighs.



Dance for me

 

[whorishpink]

it's by brightlyiburn, not Eon, sorry! *it wouldn't let me edit it, so that's why i'm posting this*

 

[impressive]

Oh, what the hell. I offer this scene from my Halloween Contest entry Ghouls Just Wanna Have Fun

"Touch yourself," they demanded. I hesitated. No one, to my knowledge anyway, had ever watched me getting myself off. "Touch yourself!" Stronger this time, and my hands moved involuntarily. They could force me to do it, I was certain, but by that time I was so hungry for satisfaction that I let go of my inhibitions. I worked both hands between my legs. One from the front, the other from behind. The forefingers of each hand met in the middle and fought for entry, simultaneously, while the rest of my digits sought their own pleasure points.

The rest of the world disappeared, replaced by the timeless realm of ecstasy. In typical fantasy fashion, a parade of bodies and faces danced in and out of my vision as my hands worked feverishly. Merging, melding, morphing into one complete dream lover. I completely forgot about my ghoulish guests until I heard, "Mmmm, very nice," whispered into my ear, its breath as hot as its touch had been. And now a mouth on mine, tongue probing. Fire kiss. Two more, one on each breast. Biting me. Licking me. Plunging me into a roaring inferno that fueled every sense, each suck sending bolts of lightning straight to my core.

The point – that delicious point of no return – was passed. I was falling toward the sun, burning. Gasping as my hands were pulled from my depths, I felt a hot tongue cleaning my fingers of their juices and then immediately seeking more from the source. Probing hungrily, far deeper than any human tongue could possibly reach, and far more agile than any cock, my walls were painted with fire. Red. Hot. Fire.

I was consumed by the blazing intensity of their attentions, lost in their raging tongues of flame. My skin, my cries, my utter surrender drove them to new heights. They held me as I fell, then flew, then fell – catching the currents and rising again. Each wave a new crescendo, until my body spasmed uncontrollably, becoming ultra sensitive to any touch. And still they drove on, oblivious to my gasps as I quaked again and again with the after shocks, begging for mercy. It was too much, too intense.

Then, much to my surprise, I again found myself flying. A threshold had been passed. The pounding intensity of my orgasm was replaced by an infusion of pure bliss, radiating outward from the center of my pleasure. A pervasive sense of well-being invaded my psyche, and the deepest satisfaction blanketed me as I crested again and again and again. Only then did they retreat.

 

[Silex]

A Hike Into Hell by Sandmartin

For original content I offer this scene from the above story:

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"Hey man, why don't we have a jockey race?" Greasy burst out as Sharon returned to her place.

"What the fuck's a jockey race?" Scar-face asked.

"Well there's two of them," He jerked his thumb at the two women, "And two of you who ain't been blown man."

"So, what's a jockey race?" Baldhead said exasperated.

"You two lie down and the chicks mount you man. It's a race to see who can get you off the fastest."

They applauded the idea loudly, leaving Sharon and Lindsey looking miserably at each other. The big table was pulled out again and Baldhead and Scar-face removed their trousers, both sporting stiff erections. Lindsey whispered to Sharon when nobody was looking, "Please don't let me have to go with the bald headed one, please don't Sharon." Sharon nodded her consent nervously. She didn't particularly want to have to go with him either, but she could understand her friend's fear.

It was tight squeeze having the two men lying face up on the table next to each other, and would get even tighter once Sharon and Lindsey were up there too. They were led across to the table and Sharon allowed herself to drift to the side where Baldhead lay. "Hello blondie," He sneered, "Ready to ride my cock?"

"Listen man – you ain't supposed to touch 'em." Greasy said to the two men on the table. "You just gotta let them do all the work so keep your hands to yourself man – okay?"

The men were in high spirits as Lindsey and Sharon were told to 'mount-up'. Sharon set her knee on the table and pulled herself up. She reached her arm across him, conscious of his eyes drinking in the sight of her breasts hanging over him as she crossed her other knee over him ready to straddle him. As she leaned forward to take her weight as her leg passed over him she was suddenly aware of the spectacle she was presenting of herself and felt her cheeks flush hotly as Two-Stroke suddenly sniggered at her from behind. "Hey man, I can see her blonde pussy!"

She had to take hold of Baldhead's stubby cock and suffer the humiliation of a running commentary with graphic detail as Two-Stroke watched her guide him into herself. She settled back on her haunches while Lindsey accommodated Scar-face in a similar manner. As they both sat upright, Greasy stepped up to the head of the table and looked at them both, asking them if they were ready. Both red faced women nodded embarrassingly and then he shouted 'Go!'

The two women pulled themselves up and back down, tensing their thighs and vaginal muscles in an attempt bring the man beneath them to climax as quickly as possible. Sharon pressed her hands down on Baldheads chest, trying to gain maximum control of her muscles as the men around the table laughed and cheered at their efforts. Two-Stroke continued to linger behind them, enjoying his view of the two women's buttocks rising and falling on the men on the table.

Baldhead stared at Sharon's breasts as a sweaty sheen broke out across him. He was nearing the edge and Sharon glanced across at Scar-face hopefully. His eyes were closed as he lay with a big smile on his face. Sharon sustained the pressure as she worked herself up and down Baldhead's shaft.

Scar-face gasped loudly, thrusting his hips high. "Keep going you bitch!" Baldhead wheezed. Scar-face pulled Lindsey down on top of himself as the room cheered. He held her tight and kissed her as she bowed over on top of him. Baldhead grunted, louder and louder until Sharon felt him erupt inside her.