The Challenge Club

[Guest]

BT, I really enjoyed what you have written so far and would love to see the rest of it. You did a good job of painting the background info and describing what was happening.

 

[Black Tulip]

Lady,

Thank you for the encouragement. The third letter is on it's way.

I read your story and it gave me associations with the deep south of the US. Not that I've ever been there, more the bookish south. A bit of incest, some juvenile brides and polygamous marriages. LOL

Father Jed, I like that name.

I had a bit of trouble pinpointing the age of the main character. At first I thought she was a young girl, well a virgin at least. But that did not fit with her initiation into the family. Was that left vague on purpose?

Are you planning on writing more about the family? You could easily expand this as it's a diary. I liked that.

 

[Guest]

I tried to convey the fact that she wasn't *that* young in her reaction to Sister Amy calling her pussy her *private area*, but since you aren't the only one that has commented on that, I think maybe I need to add some more backstory.

I do intend to continue it into at least a few more chapters. All is not as rosy and idyllic in the family as it first appears to be, lol.

(A revision is in the works that will turn the tone of this first chapter a little darker.)

Are we the only two left writing for the challenges? Is it my turn to give one?

 

[Black Tulip]

Well, I don't know if NeonLyte has the time to join in and Dingus is back to writing but maybe not yet back to the board.

Remec? Summermorning? Reohoko?

Hellooohooo.

Could you wait with giving out a new one till this weekend? Otherwise I'm getting swamped with stories I have to write.

In two weeks time I have summerbreak, hopefully that will give me more room for writing, unless I have to go job hunting. LOL

Life is always providing new twists and turns.

 

[Guest]

Sure I can wait. I have a chain story I have to get written myself, lol.

Yes, life does have that nasty habit of getting in the way sometimes, doesn't it? LOL

 

[Dingus Guy]

Still here

I haven't exactly read anyone's stories in such a long time. I am feeling better though, which has kind of sparked the bug to write something. The "Nude Day" challenge will be my so-called rebirth, but I am reading a great trilogy right now and I want to finish the last book before I write. Ever here of Philip Pullman's "His Dark Materials" Series? It is quite the read. Someone told me this is like Harry Potter, but it might be cleverer(that a word?).

Anyway, I hope as soon as I get the Nude Day story-no idea what I am going to write about- out of the way, I can jump back to the challenges again. I still need to finish a few of the old ones I never finished like the Scavenger Hunt one. I see files of stories with titles I can't even remember what I was writing about, but I know they were challenges I never finished. I have to put my editor to work. I got one months ago, but have not given her a damn page yet. Have a nice day ladies.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Nude Day Story Help

Hey group, if anyone is still out there. I was wondering if anyone had free time to edit my story for the contest. I am on vacation and stuck using my parents computer which doesn't have Microsoft Word, only wordpad. It has been rough going, but I am almost done and need it edited in the worst way. If someone has the time and wants to do it, I would appreciate this last minute favor. If not I truly understand, since this isn't exactly the editor's group.

I don't know my editor's email since it's on my home computer. Sigh, well anyway, it's not the nicest of stories, so if I have to send it in as is, I guess it will do. I will check back later tonight and send it out via email you can leave me in private message if interested. Otherwise to the Americans out there, Happy 4th, and the others Happy Weekend.

 

[Guest]

I'm sorry I missed your post DG, or I would have gladly volunteered to edit it. Somehow, I never saw there was a new post. Sorry!!


I'm having editor problems myself. I lost my old one due to computer troubles on her end, and I have had a heck of a time finding a replacement (still really haven't actually).


Ok... so as far as the challenge club goes... are we dead in the water or do y'all want a new challenge?

 

[Black Tulip]

I'm still here, but I have been extremely busy.

It's the end of the school year which means lots of little things that needs doing before I can lock the door behind me. Tomorrow is the last day before summer break.

Besides that, there's a big cut down in personel hovering over our heads, including my own job. Have been looking real hard at my career so far and decided to make a last move. Still got about 15 years before retirement. Going off to university in the fall again. Whoopee!!!
Since I do need to pay the rent and buy some bread, I'm looking for another job as well. Don't want to sit and wait till they kick me out. LOL

All in all a bit busy. But... as of tomorrow afternoon I will have seven, seven whole weeks free ---> bring it on!

 

[Dingus Guy]

Hey Ladies

I'm here at my parents computer so I got to make it fast since they will be home shortly. Thanks for the posts and all. Wills came to the rescue and helped me out with my story so it got put into the contest on time. Thanks again Wills, I saw you out there! BT thanks for the comment and my PM box is now empty. CM (still calling you that until you yell me not to) good to see you again. I got to read so many stories, but most of all I want to write some of my old ones. When I get back home on Monday I want to finish something.

As for a challenge, how about something big that we can do by Labor Day? That way we can take our time and yet still fulfill our summer obligations. I am sorry I haven't taken the time to read your stories, I will try to catch on that and other things now that I am feeling much better. Be good all!

Al

 

[minsue]

Dingus Guy!

Good to see you, even briefly

 

[Dingus Guy]

Dingus Guy!

Good to see you, even briefly

You as well Mindy, it is always a pleasure
For you are Literotica's undiscovered treasure

 

[Lord DragonsWing]

It was like a dream. Kim and I had spent the day fishing on the banks of the lake. Now, as she peeled her wet jeans from her body, I had a feeling of deja vu.

The warmth of the cabin permeated through our souls.

"So? You going to fuck me or what?"

I stared at the beautiful woman before me.

"Do I have an option? You've damn near blackmailed me."

Laughing, Kim grabs the tube of liquid latex and lets it drip over her nipples. Taking the jar of honey, Kim rubs it between her thighs.

"So? Which do you prefer? Something sweet or something formed? It's your choice. You have no choice."

I smile at Kim. Licking my lips, I bow toward the honey.

"You're right. I have no option. You're going to have to continue this story on Literotica."

Now I got a story idea. lol

 

[Guest]

You as well Mindy, it is always a pleasure
For you are Literotica's undiscovered treasure

And she's got a way with a microphone too!

DG, I hope we will be seeing more of you.

I dunno about a *big* challenge. I'm planning on doing NaNo again this year and I don't know if I can do two big things that close together, LOL!!

How about instead of putting time limits on it, whoever wants to issue a challenge can whenever they choose to, and we can post them here when we have gotten one written. Keeps us from having to fret over deadlines, though it could cause a challenge or two to get lost.

I've got one up DG's aisle.

New Challenge!!
category: mind control
try to make it subtle instead of straightforward, IE, don't have hypnotist doing the dirty deed in front of a crowd of people

Have fun with it!!

 

[Black Tulip]

*bump*

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

I'm working on it, just haven't gotten it finished yet, lol.

 

[Dingus Guy]

I'm working on it, just haven't gotten it finished yet, lol.

I haven't started yet, but have a nice idea for one. I want to rewrite and add more to my Ghost story first since I promised so many people that I would. So that is number one. Then comes my Scavenger Hunt story and somewhere afterwards I will write the mind control tale. I think that one will come easy for me.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Ok, here is my mind control challenge story...

I know there are some rough patches, so please if you would, let me know what you think needs more development and work.

Also, I end it at the end of the sex scene... should I take it further (ie explain their reactions next day, etc... also, should I leave it like this where they end on good terms or should I have her find the message cds and exact revenge?)

One more thing... anyone creative for a title?? I really suck at those, lol.

*******

“You are such a disgusting jerk.” Angie hated walking into the dorm and seeing porn splattered all over the room. On top of that, the grunting noises emanating from the television reminded her of rooting pigs.

“I’m not disgusting. You’re just a prude.”

“I am not a prude! Now shut that shit off and pick up your dirty magazines. You aren’t the only one who lives here you know!”

Derek was well aware he didn’t live here alone. The entire space smelled of Angie. Between her perfume, her scented soap, and the fruity candles she burned, Derek couldn’t stop thinking about her because he could always smell her. Even when he wasn’t in the room, her sweet bouquet clung to his clothing and made it difficult to concentrate on his classes.

From the moment she walked into the dorm room at the beginning of the semester and announced she was his new roommate, he was determined to bed her. Dark as midnight hair fell to her shoulders in waves, framing her alabaster face in shiny softness. Sparkling emerald eyes shone mischievously as though they had knowledge no one else knew. Pouting beneath a delicate nose were full red lips, which practically begged to be kissed. The peach summer sweater she was wearing snugly restrained the treasure of magnificent breasts. The white mini clung sensuously to her rounded hips. Derek greatly desired to climb between those long shapely legs. Unfortunately, he discovered very quickly she wouldn't be an easy conquest. He thought it a shame a woman so sexy was so repressed.

“Hurry up. I don’t want to see pictures of naked bodies everywhere I look!”

Derek sighed heavily and hit the power button on the remote before rising from his bed to gather up the magazines strewn around the room. He was constantly trying to loosen her up, but despite his best efforts, she seemed to only get worse. Hope still lingered in him, and unrequited lust drove his determination. He would figure something out. Before the semester was over, she would be in his bed.

**********

The solution presented itself in a place Derek never would have guessed... psychology class.

“Humans often forget the power of subliminal messages. If used frequently, a person’s attitude towards certain ideas could be changed. I’d dare say even facets of their personality could be altered if messages were subliminally introduced on a daily basis, especially if the person was very receptive.”

The words of the professor kept replaying in Derek’s head like a tape on continuous loop. Could this be the break through for which he’d been searching? He decided he should do a small experiment first to determine if the professor was correct in the assumption that a person’s thoughts could be molded by using subliminal messages. Hurriedly, he returned to the dorm and frantically searched for tape on which he could record a short message. If this worked, he would have to figure out a way to make a tape that would replay throughout the night.

“Buttoning your shirt all the way to the top makes you feel like you can’t breathe. From now on, you will leave the first three buttons undone.”

Derek hoped it was innocent enough to work. Starting out small seemed the best way to proceed. In fact, taking small steps would very likely work best considering what he was attempting. Hopefully, the subliminal message would work, even though it was programming her to show some cleavage, which was against her very conservative nature. For some reason, she didn’t have a problem wearing mini-skirts, but all of her shirts completely covered her breasts. No hints of cleavage or the upwards swell of her round globes were ever allowed to even so much as peek over the neckline.

A sleepless night lay ahead of him since he would have to stay awake to keep the message playing. It would be well worth the lack of sleep if it worked. He hid the boom box out of sight. Once he was sure she had fallen asleep, he would start the experiment. In the event it didn’t work the first time, he was willing to give it a few nights. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to affect her.

**********

The next morning, Derek was astonished when Angie came out of the bathroom and the top three buttons of her shirt remained unfastened. The narrow chasm between her breasts enticed the eyes, instilling lust and the desire to see more. He watched her graceful movements as she gathered her books and strolled out the door. Giddiness flooded through him. It worked! It actually worked!

After psych class that afternoon, Derek approached a classmate who had extensive knowledge in audio technology.

“I’m doing an experiment on subliminal messages for my research project. How can I make a recording of the message so that it will play repeatedly while someone sleeps?”

“Oh that’s easy. Record your message using your computer’s microphone. Drag that file repeatedly into your burn program window until it shows the disc is full. Burn the track onto a CD and hit the repeat button on your player, and you are all set to go. It’ll play the disc until you turn it off.”

“Thanks man.” Derek turned to walk out of the room but was stopped by a final question from his classmate.

“Who are you experimenting on?”

“Oh… umm… my mom, she’s trying to quit smoking, but nothing is working.”

“Good luck.”

Derek breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the classroom. It was a good thing he could think quickly on his feet. As he walked the long distance back to his dorm, he decided to keep a journal to document the messages used and Angie’s reaction to them.

**********
Experiment 1

Message: “Buttoning your shirt all the way to the top makes you feel like you can’t breathe. From now on, you will leave the first three buttons undone.”

Result: Angie followed the direction of the message after the first night.


Experiment 2

Message: “Derek is not a disgusting jerk. He’s a normal guy. Porn is not disgusting. Don’t gripe at Derek for leaving magazines lying around.”

Result: After three days, Angie all but ignored the magazines lying around the room. Five days after the message, she began to show an interest in looking at the magazines, but she tried to keep it hidden from me.


Experiment 3

Message: “Sexual fantasies are good and are normal. You will fantasize about Derek.”

Result: There is no way to know if this one is working, but I let the message run for a week in hopes that her thoughts are consumed with sexual fantasies.


Experiment 4

Message: “Masturbation is part of a healthy lifestyle. You will masturbate every night. You will not worry if Derek hears you. You will be convinced he is asleep no matter how many noises you make.”

Result: I was beginning to despair. It seemed as though she was becoming tolerant to the messages, and they were having less effect on her. It took two weeks before I began to hear her soft moans in the night. Two weeks later, she was practically screaming as her body was wracked by orgasms. It took all my willpower not to jump right out of my bed and ravish her on the spot. My guess is the more sexual in nature the message, the longer it will take for the message to have an effect. Obviously, it takes longer to break down her will as the messages progress.


Experiment 5

Message: “Pornos are fun to watch. They make you hot. You will join Derek on his bed when he watches one. You will touch yourself without realizing you are doing it.”

Result: For the first seven days after the message played each night, Angie would still request the movie be turned off. Each night the request got more polite and took longer to be said after she came into the room. On the eighth night, she joined me on my bed and watched it for about twenty minutes before requesting it be turned off. On the ninth night, she sat through the entire movie but did not touch herself. The tenth night hit the mother lode. A few minutes into the movie, she absently began to rub her breasts. A short time later, she was pinching her nipples through her shirt. By the end of the movie, her hand was between her legs as she adamantly stroked her pussy through the rough denim of her shorts. Upon going to bed, she was screaming in ecstasy within a couple of minutes. It seems as though the ice may be melting.

Experiment 6

Message: “You want Derek. You can think of nothing but his hands on your body, his tongue licking you, tasting you. You need to feel his cock buried deep inside you. You will dream of him constantly, and when awake, you will find it difficult to concentrate on your studies for your mind will be flooded with images of your bodies tangled in passion. When you finally can take no more, you will crawl into Derek’s bed and beg him to fuck you.”

Result: Going for the gold. It’s been three weeks, and she still has not joined me in bed, but she will… she will. I can see the hunger in her eyes when she looks at me. I can hear her tossing in bed at night. She is masturbating more frequently as she tries to appease the burning desire invading her body. It will happen soon.

**********

Angie walked into the dorm room. Magazines with naked couples doing godknowswhat to each other littered the floor around Derek’s bed. She opened her mouth to snipe at him for leaving them lying around, but the words wouldn’t come. For some reason, it didn’t seem to bother her anymore. It had been a late night of studying, and she was looking forward to a nice long soak in the tub. As she traipsed to the bathroom, she stepped over a magazine that was lying spread open on the floor. The centerfold caught her eye. Looking behind her, she saw Derek wasn’t paying attention, so she quickly grabbed the magazine and tucked it underneath her towel.

As she soaked in the relaxing warm water, she thumbed through the magazine. Even a year ago, she would have regarded a publication such as this with revulsion. Being raised by a religiously devout father had molded Angie into a conservative and sexually repressed young woman. After a year in college, she was beginning to revolt in small ways. Wearing mini skirts served as one of the first steps into freedom and independence. She reveled in the excitement of rebellion, in partaking of the forbidden. Still, guilt nagged at her subconscious, and she struggled with finding who she really was underneath all those years of authoritative discipline and rearing.

The explicit images disturbed Angie in an unfamiliar way. The disgust she normally felt was replaced by an alien heat washing over her skin. It wasn’t the steaming warmth of the water, but an internal fire which seemed to originate in the sacred place between her legs. Shame flooded through her, and her arm flung over the side of the tub with the intention of tossing the magazine onto the floor.

No! I will NOT be ashamed about looking at a magazine. There’s nothing wrong with what I am feeling. It’s perfectly normal. Angie repeated the chant to herself until the guilty tension in her body eased. As she flipped through the pages, she came across a section devoted to written fantasies. Amazement filled her as she read the graphic descriptions of lustful encounters. The people in the stories enjoyed what they were doing. None of them acted as though sex was dirty and shameful. What she was reading conflicted with everything her father had ever told her. Why had he lied to her? Did he not know how much fun sex was supposed to be? Why would he seek to deny her such joy and satisfaction?

Those questions haunted her, causing her to question everything she had believed to be the truth. She began to ask her friends questions, almost interrogating them in an effort to discover the true reality behind sex. The need to learn all she could about this intimate act between two people burned deeply within her. As she gathered more information and read more stories, images began to appear in her mind. At first they were only flashes, sudden frenzied couplings of unrecognizable people. Before long, they were full blown scenarios, and Angie was shocked one day when the bell signaling the end of class startled her out of a daydream. Usually, the images appeared when she wasn’t busy or when she was sleeping, but this time it was right in the middle of class. And not only that, but she realized the man she was fantasizing about was Derek.

As the days passed, her mind was consumed with fantasies of her and Derek having sex in every way imaginable. At night, after she went to bed, her hands would roam her body, rubbing absently around the rosy peaks of her breasts before sliding between her legs and rubbing the cleft through the flimsy cotton of her panties. She would moan softly as pleasurable sensations flowed across her skin.

Derek continued to watch his porno movies, but they ceased to bother her. Oh, she still politely asked him to turn them off, but she found herself engrossed in the action, and the amount of time passing before she voiced the request was lengthening. One night she found herself so engrossed in the movie, the ending credits were rolling before she noticed she was sitting on Derek’s bed. The next night, entranced with the sights and sounds on the screen, she sat upon his bed, her back leaning against the wall. Her hands slid up her body to rub unconsciously against her nipples. Warmth coiled in her belly as pleasurable tingles ran down her skin, heating her pussy. Snaking down her taut stomach, her hand stroked the puffy lips of her sex through the coarse fabric of her shorts.

Once the movie ended, she hurriedly readied for bed, desperate to get beneath the covers and appease the desire burning within her, the juices of her arousal moistening her panties. The moment her fingers connected with the hot pulsing flesh of her clit, she cried out; the tension in her body almost unbearable as her nerves screamed for release from the build up of raging lust. Bucking frenziedly against her probing fingers, her hips raised off the bed as she thrust desperately. Using her other hand, she plunged two fingers into the tightness of her drenched pussy and then screamed as the release of her pent up passion careened through her body leaving her breathless and satiated as she drifted to sleep.

The next couple of weeks passed in a lustful blur. At night, her dreams were filled of Derek. Their bodies entangled together, moans and groans echoing in the darkness of her soul as she slept. When she awakened in the mornings, her body would be throbbing, starving for the touch of the only man existing in her conscience... Derek. Her grades were slipping because she couldn’t concentrate. Any time she attempted to study, hungry lascivious thoughts would creep in until she’d find herself fantasizing about him instead of focusing on her textbook.

“What is wrong with you?” her friend, Debbie, asked at lunch one day. “Lately, you seem very distracted.”

“I don’t know. I just can’t seem to concentrate... spring fever maybe?” Angie felt a flush creep up her skin, heating her face. She couldn’t talk to Debbie about the perversions running constantly through her mind.

“Maybe you just need to get laid,” Debbie said jokingly.

“Wh-what did you say?” Angie practically spit out the sip of coke she had just taken, part of it backing up and burning the sensitive membranes in her nose as she sputtered the question.

“I’ve known you for two years now, and I’ve never seen you with a guy. All you do is study. You don’t date. You don’t go out and have fun. You’re hormones have got to be in overdrive. I’d bet you’d find your concentration would come back and you’d be able to relax if you had a long night of hot steamy sex. It sure works for me.”

Hormones in overdrive... sounded like as good a reason as any for the feelings overwhelming Angie. But why Derek? Why couldn’t she think of anyone but him? Sure, he was cute, but to be honest, better looking guys had shown interest in her, but Derek was the only man filling her tortured thoughts. Living with him meant she spent more time with him than anyone else, so she guessed it could be the reason.

In bed that night, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her skimpy panties. Absentmindedly, she began to stroke her clit. Naughty images flashed in her brain. Derek licking her nipples... his head buried between her legs... his body pressing against hers as he filled her with his hardness. Shoving two fingers inside the soft wetness of her pussy, she feverishly fucked herself. Seconds later, a scream tore from her throat as her body was wracked with spasm after spasm of a powerful orgasm. Usually, she fell into a fitful sleep after cumming, her body temporarily satiated. Tonight was different. Instead of the orgasm bringing relief, it only served to further stir up the passion burning inside her.

Need consumed her, gnawing in the pit of her belly and stretching out with hungry tentacles to incite a riot of lustful desire within her most intimate places. Her pussy throbbed, demanding more than her fingers could give it. Rubbing achingly against the cotton fabric of her nightgown, her nipples screamed to be pleasured. No matter what she did to herself, relief was nowhere to be found. Her mind and body had reached the point of no return. Unless she felt his touch... felt him moving inside her, the lewd fantasies would continue to torment her.

Flinging the covers to the side, she hopped out of bed, pulling her nightgown over her head. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and yanked them downwards and then practically ran across the room to Derek’s bedside. Primal need drove her actions; there was no longer any room for rational thought. She yanked the covers away from his body and clambered across him until she was lying beside him in the bed, her back pushed against the rough concrete wall.

**********

Derek awakened as he felt the weight of Angie’s body crawling across him. Her hands ran up his chest and his groggy mind instantly snapped to clear attention. This is it! he thought triumphantly as he heard Angie’s ragged breath in his ear.

“Angie? What is it?” He tried to sound concerned, not wanting to let on he knew exactly why she was in his bed.

“I need...,” was all she was able to get out before he felt her skin against his own and realized she had crawled naked into his bed. Unable to control the lust which had built up to an unbearable pressure over the last few months, Derek rolled and pulled her underneath him, crushing her mouth beneath his. She hungrily sucked on his bottom lip as the kiss broke.

Her nails raked across his back as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Fuck me Derek,” she begged as she seductively rubbed her pussy against the growing bulge in his underwear. He desired to do so much to her, but he sensed she wouldn’t have the patience for any of it until after she’d felt his hardness inside her. Her entire body tensed underneath him. Her legs pulled him into her as she rubbed wantonly against him, desperately seeking to be filled.

Quickly, he pushed his underwear down, freeing his hard cock from the confines of the soft cotton. Teasingly, he stroked her swollen pussy lips with the plump head of his cock, gathering her wetness as it slid up and down her slit.

“Please Derek.” She frantically beseeched him, pushing upwards, trying to spear herself on his shaft.

Pushing between her lips, he found her opening, hot and wet. As he thrust forward, he met with resistance. Fuck... she’s a virgin. Excitement flooding his body, he rocked his hips forwards, pressing his cock firmly against the barrier. He pulled back and then slammed forward, tearing through the membrane that weakly guarded her virginity and drawing a scream from Angie as he slid forward into her tight sheath. The soft walls closed around him, circling his thick cock like a glove. He reveled in the feeling of her virginal pussy, pulsing in waves of heat as he thrust slowly inside her.

She mewled like a cat in heat, and sharp stings peppered his back as her long red nails raked up the taut muscles. Derek wanted to hold back, to make this encounter last as long as possible, but her moans and whimpers and the writhing of her body beneath him further inflamed his passion and sapped his determination as his lust spiraled out of control. He drove into her relentlessly, her panting breath hot on his neck as she bucked underneath him. The slick heat of her pussy enveloped his cock, snugly caressing his shaft as it slammed inwards. Her juices flowed out with each stroke, the wetness dripping down into the crack of her ass.

He plowed into the wet heat of her, slamming his cock to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass before withdrawing and repeating the motion. Time became a blur as he fucked her, their mingled moans and grunts echoing off the concrete block walls of the dorm room. Her bare feet dug into his ass, spurring on his primal thrusts. Their sweat slickened skin was warm with friction of rubbing together. Her pert nipples brushed against his chest as they fucked, the force of his thrusts eliciting a whimper each time he buried his cock deep into her tight pussy.

Every muscle in his body strained tautly as a tingling ran up his shaft. His already frantic pace changed into frenzied animalistic thrusts as he felt the orgasm building. Beneath him, Angie’s head tossed from side to side and a low keening erupted from her throat before turning into an all out scream that reverberated around the room as her body shook with powerful release. Her pussy clamped down, spasms rippling down his thick shaft as the orgasm wracked her body. The sensation of being milked drove Derek over the edge, and he cried out as cum spurted from the twitching head of his cock.

Derek rolled off Angie to lay cramped beside her on the small bed. He pulled the cover over them as the cool air of the room blew across their sweat drenched bodies and raised chill bumps on their skin. He fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face, the fruit of months of experiments snuggled against him.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Alright guys (and gals) where are you??

 

[Black Tulip]

I just finished a story based on a drawing from Rhinoguy. That was kind of an extra. I submitted it as Illustrated.

I am currently trying to rewrite my Characterplay. That was the challenge about the porn bizz. I had it dissected in the Story Discussion Circle.

I am also working on a second part to Memorable Lesson, another challenge, the one with the Kama Sutra.

And I did piece for the Literotica Olympics and one for the Nude Day Contest, but that was an accident as it was in response to my own challenge. LOL

See? I have been doing stuff, just was very busy with the last weeks at school before summer break as well. And trouble on the working front in the form of a pending loss of work. Not yet but I have to start job hunting soon. We had all kinds of gatherings and union meetings and stuff. Looks real serious.

Not sure when I will be able to work on the latest challenge. Seems my plate is quite full at the moment. Two stories in the make and I promised another piece for the Literotica Olympics.

Plus, I have this notion in the back of my mind to write another larger story, like the Sticks & Stones thing. A historical novella.

I will have a look at your story CM, but I have been away on social business a lot lately.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Alright guys (and gals) where are you??

Sorry CM, been busy with schtuff all week. I just read your MC story and it definitely turned me on. I think I would have liked to see a little closing dialogue at the end. I would just like to see her 1st sexual experience come to a head. Thinking that her Father's religious beliefs had kept her from such pleasure. Something like that, but overall I enjoyed it.

I am having my mind control story edited and will submit it sometime this week. As soon as it is submitted I will say so here, so my challenge is complete. I also submitted a hypnosis script within a short story. It isn't exactly a story, just looks like a fowarded email as I'm sure you have all had from time to time. It can actually hypnotize you if you let it and release you will pleasure at the end. It works better in person, but I have had some nice emails from some people it worked on.

Anyway, I am working on a 3rd MC story too. Might just post it here rather than submitting it, we'll see what happens.

BTW...I don't know if you have heard of WWW.MCSTORIES.COM but it is the site of Mind Control Stories of the erotic nature. If you are interested in submitting a story there too, then it's a great place to get good feedback. The people there have a message board that actual discuss new stories after they have been posted on the site. Just an idea for you.

 

[Black Tulip]

“You are such a disgusting jerk.” Angie hated walking into the dorm and seeing porn splattered all over the room. On top of that, the grunting noises emanating from the television reminded her of rooting pigs.

“I’m not disgusting. You’re just a prude.”

“I am not a prude! Now shut that shit off and pick up your dirty magazines. You aren’t the only one who lives here you know!”

Derek was well aware he didn’t live here alone. The entire space smelled of Angie. Between her perfume, her scented soap, and the fruity candles she burned, Derek couldn’t stop thinking about her because he could always smell her. Even when he wasn’t in the room, her sweet bouquet clung to his clothing and made it difficult to concentrate on his classes.
Can you give the scent a name? The entire space smelled of .... , smelled of Angie. Something like that?

From the moment she walked into the dorm room at the beginning of the semester and announced she was his new roommate, he was determined to bed her. Dark as midnight hair fell to her shoulders in waves, framing her alabaster face in shiny softness. Sparkling emerald eyes shone mischievously as though they had knowledge no one else had ?knew. Pouting beneath a delicate nose were full red lips, which practically begged to be kissed. The peach summer sweater she was wearing snugly restrained the treasure of magnificent breasts. The white mini clung sensuously to her rounded hips. Derek greatly desired to climb between those long shapely legs. Unfortunately, he discovered very quickly she wouldn't be an easy conquest. He thought it a shame a woman so sexy was so repressed. Something is not right with this sentence, "that" missing perhaps?

“Hurry up. I don’t want to see pictures of naked bodies everywhere I look!”

Derek sighed heavily and hit the power button on the remote before rising from his bed to gather up the magazines strewn around the room. He was constantly trying to loosen her up, but despite his best efforts, she seemed to only get worse. Hope still lingered in him, and unrequited lust drove his determination. He would figure something out. Before the semester was over, she would be in his bed. Why not: Before the semester was over, he would have her in his bed? More powerful I think.

**********

The solution presented itself in a place Derek never would have guessed... psychology class.

“Humans often forget the power of subliminal messages. If used frequently, a person’s attitude towards certain ideas could be changed. I’d dare say even facets of their personality could be altered if messages were subliminally introduced on a daily basis, especially if the person was very receptive.”

The words of the professor kept replaying in Derek’s head like a tape on a continuous loop. Could this be the break through for which he’d been searching? He decided he should do a small experiment first to determine if the professor was correct in the assumption that a person’s thoughts could be molded by using subliminal messages. Hurriedly, he returned to the dorm and frantically searched for tape on which he could record a short message. If this worked, he would have to figure out a way to make a tape that would replay throughout the night.

“Buttoning your shirt all the way to the top makes you feel like you can’t breathe. From now on, you will leave the first three buttons undone.”

Derek hoped it was innocent enough to work. Starting out small seemed the best way to proceed. In fact, taking small steps would very likely work best considering what he was attempting. Hopefully, the subliminal message would work, even though it was programming her to show some cleavage, which was against her very conservative nature. For some reason, she didn’t have a problem wearing mini-skirts, but all of her shirts completely covered her breasts. No hints of cleavage or the upwards swell of her round globes were ever allowed to even so much as peek over the neckline.

A sleepless night lay ahead of him since he would have to stay awake to keep the message playing. It would be well worth the lack of sleep if it worked. He hid the boom box out of sight. Once he was sure she had fallen asleep, he would start the experiment. In the event it didn’t work the first time, he was willing to give it a few nights. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to affect her. This last sentence is kind of stiff. As if you pasted it on later.

**********

The next morning, Derek was astonished when Angie came out of the bathroom and the top three buttons of her shirt remained unfastened. The narrow chasm between her breasts enticed the eyes, instilling lust and the desire to see more. He watched her graceful movements as she gathered her books and strolled out the door. Giddiness flooded through him. It worked! It actually worked!

After psych class that afternoon, Derek approached a classmate who had extensive knowledge in audio technology.

“I’m doing an experiment on subliminal messages for my research project. How can I make a recording of the message so that it will play repeatedly while someone sleeps?”

“Oh that’s easy. Record your message using your computer’s microphone. Drag that file repeatedly into your burn program window until it shows the disc is full. Burn the track onto a CD and hit the repeat button on your player, and you are all set to go. It’ll play the disc until you turn it off.”

“Thanks man.” Derek turned to walk out of the room but was stopped by a final question from his classmate.

“Who are you experimenting on?”

“Oh… umm… my mom, she’s trying to quit smoking, but nothing is working.” I like that. LOL

“Good luck.”

Derek breathed a sigh of relief as he exited the classroom. It was a good thing he could think quickly on his feet. As he walked the long distance back to his dorm, he decided to keep a journal to document the messages used and Angie’s reaction to them.

**********
Experiment 1

Message: “Buttoning your shirt all the way to the top makes you feel like you can’t breathe. From now on, you will leave the first three buttons undone.” Can you make this more terse? Like the message in experiment 2.

Result: Angie followed the direction of the message after the first night.


Experiment 2

Message: “Derek is not a disgusting jerk. He’s a normal guy. Porn is not disgusting. Don’t gripe at Derek for leaving magazines lying around.”

Result: After three days, Angie all but ignored the magazines lying around the room. Five days after the message, she began to show an interest in looking at the magazines, but she tried to keep it hidden from me.


Experiment 3

Message: “Sexual fantasies are good and are normal. You will fantasize about Derek.”

Result: There is no way to know if this one is working, but I let the message run for a week in hopes that her thoughts are consumed with sexual fantasies.


Experiment 4

Message: “Masturbation is part of a healthy lifestyle. You will masturbate every night. You will not worry if Derek hears you. You will be convinced he is asleep Leave the rest of the sentence, it's redundant. no matter how many noises you make.”

Result: I was beginning to despair. It seemed as though she was becoming tolerant to the messages, and they were having less effect on her. It took two weeks before I began to hear her soft moans in the night. Two weeks later, she was practically screaming as her body was wracked by orgasms. It took all my willpower not to jump right out of my bed and ravish her on the spot. My guess is the more sexual in nature the message, the longer it will take for the message to have an effect. Obviously, it takes longer to break down her will as the messages progress.
Don't you mean it takes longer as the message is further away from her natural behavior? Or something like that?

Experiment 5

Message: “Pornos are fun to watch. They make you hot. You will join Derek on his bed when he watches one. You will touch yourself without realizing you are doing it.”

Result: For the first seven days after the message played each night, Angie would still request the movie be turned off. Each night the request got more polite and took longer to be said after she came into the room. On the eighth night, she joined me on my bed and watched it for about twenty minutes before requesting it be turned off. On the ninth night, she sat through the entire movie but did not touch herself. The tenth night hit the mother lode. A few minutes into the movie, she absently began to rub her breasts. A short time later, she was pinching her nipples through her shirt. By the end of the movie, her hand was between her legs as she adamantly stroked her pussy through the rough denim of her shorts. Upon going to bed, she was screaming in ecstasy within a couple of minutes. It seems as though the ice may be melting.

Experiment 6

Message: “You want Derek. You can think of nothing but his hands on your body, his tongue licking you, tasting you. You need to feel his cock buried deep inside you. You will dream of him constantly, and when awake, you will find it difficult to concentrate on your studies for your mind will be flooded with images of your bodies tangled in passion. When you finally can take no more, you will crawl into Derek’s bed and beg him to fuck you.” This one should be shorter in sentences too I think.

Result: Going for the gold. It’s been three weeks, and she still has not joined me in bed, but she will… she will. I can see the hunger in her eyes when she looks at me. I can hear her tossing in bed at night. She is masturbating more frequently as she tries to appease the burning desire invading her body. It will happen soon.

**********

Angie walked into the dorm room. Magazines with naked couples doing godknowswhat to each other littered the floor around Derek’s bed. She opened her mouth to snipe at him for leaving them lying around, but the words wouldn’t come. For some reason, it didn’t seem to bother her anymore. It had been a late night of studying, and she was looking forward to a nice long soak in the tub. As she traipsed to the bathroom, she stepped over a magazine that was lying spread open on the floor. The centerfold caught her eye. Looking behind her, she saw Derek wasn’t paying attention, so she quickly grabbed the magazine and tucked it underneath her towel.

As she soaked in the relaxing warm water, she thumbed through the magazine. Even a year ago, she would have regarded a publication such as this with revulsion. Being raised by a religiously devout father had molded Angie into a conservative and sexually repressed young woman. After a year in college, she was beginning to revolt in small ways. Wearing mini skirts served as one of the first steps into freedom and independence. She reveled in the excitement of rebellion, in partaking of the forbidden. Still, guilt nagged at her subconscious, and she struggled with finding who she really was underneath all those years of authoritative discipline and rearing.

The explicit images disturbed Angie in an unfamiliar way. The disgust she normally felt was replaced by an alien heat washing over her skin. It wasn’t the steaming warmth of the water, but an internal fire which seemed to originate in the sacred place between her legs. Shame flooded through her, and her arm flung over the side of the tub with the intention of tossing the magazine onto the floor.

No! I will NOT be ashamed about looking at a magazine. There’s nothing wrong with what I am feeling. It’s perfectly normal. Angie repeated the chant to herself until the guilty tension in her body eased. As she flipped through the pages, she came across a section devoted to written fantasies. Amazement filled her as she read the graphic descriptions of lustful encounters. The people in the stories enjoyed what they were doing. None of them acted as though sex was dirty and shameful. What she was reading conflicted with everything her father had ever told her. Why had he lied to her? Did he not know how much fun sex was supposed to be? Why would he seek to deny her such joy and satisfaction?

Those questions haunted her, causing her to question everything she had believed to be the truth. She began to ask her friends questions, almost interrogating them in an effort to discover the true reality behind sex. The need to learn all she could about this intimate act between two people burned deeply within her. As she gathered more information and read more stories, images began to appear in her mind. At first they were only flashes, sudden frenzied couplings of unrecognizable people. Before long, they were full blown scenarios, and Angie was shocked one day when the bell signaling the end of class startled her out of a daydream. Usually, the images appeared when she wasn’t busy or when she was sleeping, but this time it was right in the middle of class. And not only that, but she realized the man she was fantasizing about was Derek.

As the days passed, her mind was consumed with fantasies of her and Derek having sex in every way imaginable. At night, after she went to bed, her hands would roam her body, rubbing absently around the rosy peaks of her breasts before sliding between her legs and rubbing the cleft through the flimsy cotton of her panties. She would moan softly as pleasurable sensations flowed across her skin.

Derek continued to watch his porno movies, but they ceased to bother her. Oh, she still politely asked him to turn them off, but she found herself engrossed in the action, and the amount of time passing before she voiced the request was lengthening. One night she found herself so engrossed in the movie, the ending credits were rolling before she noticed she was sitting on Derek’s bed. The next night, entranced with the sights and sounds on the screen, she sat upon his bed, her back leaning against the wall. Her hands slid up her body to rub unconsciously against her nipples. Warmth coiled in her belly as pleasurable tingles ran down her skin, heating her pussy. Snaking down her taut stomach, her hand stroked the puffy lips of her sex through the coarse fabric of her shorts.

Once the movie ended, she hurriedly readied for bed, desperate to get beneath the covers and appease the desire burning within her, the juices of her arousal moistening her panties. The moment her fingers connected with the hot pulsing flesh of her clit, she cried out; the tension in her body almost unbearable as her nerves screamed for release from the build up of raging lust. Bucking frenziedly against her probing fingers, her hips raised off the bed as she thrust desperately. Using her other hand, she plunged two fingers into the tightness of her drenched pussy and then screamed as the release of her pent up passion careened through her body leaving her breathless and satiated as she drifted to sleep.

The next couple of weeks passed in a lustful blur. At night, her dreams were filled of Derek. Their bodies entangled together, moans and groans echoing in the darkness of her soul as she slept. When she awakened in the mornings, her body would be throbbing, starving for the touch of the only man existing in her conscience... Derek. Her grades were slipping because she couldn’t concentrate. Any time she attempted to study, hungry lascivious thoughts would creep in until she’d find herself fantasizing about him instead of focusing on her textbook.

“What is wrong with you?” her friend, Debbie, asked at lunch one day. “Lately, you seem very distracted.”

“I don’t know. I just can’t seem to concentrate... spring fever maybe?” Angie felt a flush creep up her skin, heating her face. She couldn’t talk to Debbie about the perversions running constantly through her mind.

“Maybe you just need to get laid,” Debbie said jokingly.

“Wh-what did you say?” Angie practically spit out the sip of coke she had just taken, part of it backing up and burning the sensitive membranes in her nose as she sputtered the question.

“I’ve known you for two years now, and I’ve never seen you with a guy. All you do is study. You don’t date. You don’t go out and have fun. You’re hormones have got to be in overdrive. I’d bet you’d find your concentration would come back and you’d be able to relax if you had a long night of hot steamy sex. It sure works for me.”

Hormones in overdrive... sounded like as good a reason as any for the feelings overwhelming Angie. But why Derek? Why couldn’t she think of anyone but him? Sure, he was cute, but to be honest, better looking guys had shown interest in her, but Derek was the only man filling her tortured thoughts. Living with him meant she spent more time with him than anyone else, so she guessed it could be the reason.

In bed that night, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her skimpy panties. Absentmindedly, she began to stroke her clit. Naughty images flashed in her brain. Derek licking her nipples... his head buried between her legs... his body pressing against hers as he filled her with his hardness. Shoving two fingers inside the soft wetness of her pussy, she feverishly fucked herself. Seconds later, a scream tore from her throat as her body was wracked with spasm after spasm of a powerful orgasm. Usually, she fell into a fitful sleep after cumming, her body temporarily satiated. Tonight was different. Instead of the orgasm bringing relief, it only served to further stir up the passion burning inside her.
From here, it seems as if you use a lot more adjectives and stuff. Not bad or good, just more.
Need consumed her, gnawing in the pit of her belly and stretching out with hungry tentacles to incite a riot of lustful desire within her most intimate places. Her pussy throbbed, demanding more than her fingers could give it. Rubbing achingly against the cotton fabric of her nightgown, her nipples screamed to be pleasured. No matter what she did to herself, relief was nowhere to be found. Her mind and body had reached the point of no return. Unless she felt his touch... felt him moving inside her, the lewd fantasies would continue to torment her.

Flinging the covers to the side, she hopped out of bed, pulling her nightgown over her head. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and yanked them downwards and then practically ran across the room to Derek’s bedside. Primal need drove her actions; there was no longer any room for rational thought. She yanked the covers away from his body and clambered across him until she was lying beside him in the bed, her back pushed against the rough concrete wall.

**********

Derek awakened as he felt the weight of Angie’s body crawling across him. Her hands ran up his chest and his groggy mind instantly snapped to clear attention. This is it! he thought triumphantly as he heard Angie’s ragged breath in his ear.

“Angie? What is it?” He tried to sound concerned, not wanting to let on he knew exactly why she was in his bed.

“I need...,” was all she was able to get out before he felt her skin against his own and realized she had crawled naked into his bed. Unable to control the lust which had built up to an unbearable pressure over the last few months, Derek rolled and pulled her underneath him, crushing her mouth beneath his. She hungrily sucked on his bottom lip as the kiss broke.

Her nails raked across his back as she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Fuck me Derek,” she begged as she seductively rubbed her pussy against the growing bulge in his underwear. He desired to do so much to her, but he sensed she wouldn’t have the patience for any of it until after she’d felt his hardness inside her. Her entire body tensed underneath him. Her legs pulled him into her as she rubbed wantonly against him, desperately seeking to be filled.

Quickly, he pushed his underwear down, freeing his hard cock from the confines of the soft cotton. Teasingly, he stroked her swollen pussy lips with the plump head of his cock, gathering her wetness as it slid up and down her slit.

“Please Derek.” She frantically beseeched him, pushing upwards, trying to spear herself on his shaft.

Pushing between her lips, he found her opening, hot and wet. As he thrust forward, he met with resistance. Fuck... she’s a virgin. Excitement flooding his body, he rocked his hips forwards, pressing his cock firmly against the barrier. He pulled back and then slammed forward, tearing through the membrane that weakly guarded her virginity and drawing a scream from Angie as he slid forward into her tight sheath. The soft walls closed around him, circling his thick cock like a glove. He reveled in the feeling of her virginal pussy, pulsing in waves of heat as he thrust slowly inside her.

She mewled like a cat in heat, and sharp stings peppered his back as her long red nails raked up the taut muscles. Derek wanted to hold back, to make this encounter last as long as possible, but her moans and whimpers and the writhing of her body beneath him further inflamed his passion and sapped his determination as his lust spiraled out of control. He drove into her relentlessly, her panting breath hot on his neck as she bucked underneath him. The slick heat of her pussy enveloped his cock, snugly caressing his shaft as it slammed inwards. Her juices flowed out with each stroke, the wetness dripping down into the crack of her ass.

He plowed into the wet heat of her, slamming his cock to the hilt, his balls slapping against her ass before withdrawing and repeating the motion. Time became a blur as he fucked her, their mingled moans and grunts echoing off the concrete block walls of the dorm room. Her bare feet dug into his ass, spurring on his primal thrusts. Their sweat slickened skin was warm withthe friction of rubbing together. Her pert nipples brushed against his chest as they fucked, the force of his thrusts eliciting a whimper each time he buried his cock deep into her tight pussy.

Every muscle in his body strained tautly as a tingling ran up his shaft. His already frantic pace changed into frenzied animalistic thrusts as he felt the orgasm building. Beneath him, Angie’s head tossed from side to side and a low keening erupted from her throat before turning into an all out scream that reverberated around the room as her body shook with powerful release. Her pussy clamped down, spasms rippling down his thick shaft as the orgasm wracked her body. The sensation of being milked drove Derek over the edge, and he cried out as cum spurted from the twitching head of his cock.

Derek rolled off Angie to lay cramped beside her on the small bed. He pulled the cover over them as the cool air of the room blew across their sweat drenched bodies and raised chill bumps on their skin. He fell asleep with a satisfied smile on his face, the fruit of months of experiments snuggled against him. The smell of ... in his nose. Or something like that. [/B]

You could use that as a title: The smell of ...

Or: Researching Angie, Unbending Angie, Freeing Angie



You can probably tell, I have usually no problem with finding a title. LOL

I liked your story a lot. Apart from some minor things the only comment is that somewhere in your story it looks as if you change your style of writing. Could be just me, but have a look yourself.
On the messages, I think I would keep them in short clear sentences. You do that sometimes, but not with all of them.

Derek is a louse, but I liked him.



Hope this is helpful. Feel free to throw it out of the window, of course, as usual.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Thanks BT,

I did find an editor to look this over and some of the same awkward sentences were pointed out. I didn't really notice a change in style. I do switch between POVs of the characters, but those are separated with **.

I revised the wording of some of the experiments, but it made them longer. (I had a reason though, lol.)

The title I managed to come up with was Subliminal Desires.

 

[Black Tulip]

CM,

Glad to hear you found an editor. I noticed another thread started on the problem of finding a good one.



About the messages. It's not how long the message is, but how short the sentences are. You want to make them like orders. Like the message in experiment 2. Experiment 5 has a longer message, but the sentences are short. That would make it easier to imprint on the mind.



What the heck do I know?
I never tried it after all. Hmmm, maybe I should?
Find a nice guy first.

 

[CrimsonMaiden]

Ahh... Ok, I see what you mean now. I'm not sure how short all the sentences are. I'll check on that.