The Challenge Club

[Dingus Guy]

Valentine's Day story

I finally got my story approved, but it wasn't put into the contest. A little disappointed, but it really wasn't V-day material. I tried to be too original/fancy and I guess they just sat on it. On to the next contest...ho-hum.

 

[Black Tulip]

Hey Dingus,

Never mind. You can now finish the Challenge.

Besides, who cares as long as it's a good story.

 

[Black Tulip]

Hm, I'm not sure this is wise since you all have not yet finished your last challenge.

Oh well, I'll post it anyway.

The new challenge:

At least 2.000 words.

The place of action is mountains and caves.
Make it at least a hundred years ago without mentioning dates.
Words to use are:
foam
snowflakes
dragonfly
bitter (as in taste)
blue lace

Good luck, posting at the latest on Friday, 20th February.

 

[reohoko]

HUGS HUGS HUGS HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! (belated)

I will make the Friday deadline. Last week of this class ends Thursday, almost done with everything for it. House is nearly back to normal. I am completely behind on writing so I will be making that my primary focus next week after the two assignments I have left for class.

HUGS HUGS HUGS

 

[Black Tulip]

Reo,

Thank goodness, you posted. I was beginning to think I was the only one who had survived last week.

Everybody busy writing?

 

[reohoko]

HUGS!!! You are not alone!!! Wish my work would do itself so that I can write. *giggle

There is a story. The Lazy Life of Liz (sex all day and night while computers slowly take over every aspect of her life)

 

[Guest]

I'm around. I have just been busy. I am still trying to finish my scavenger story. I had to take a break and do my part of a chain story and get some audio poems done so I could catch up to DN in the Survivor Contest.

CM

 

[Guest]

Okay, here's my scavenger hunt story. It came in at a little over 3,000 words.


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Dena looked at the list in disbelief.

“How in the heck are we supposed to find some of this stuff?”

“Let me see the list,” said Marcy, and she read aloud the items they were supposed to find. “A used toothbrush, a used tampon… oh that’s just gross, a used condom… what’s up with all the body fluids?, a butt plug, handcuffs, a pair of queen size pantyhose, a jockstrap, an enema, a paperclip… finally, something easy, and an empty beer bottle. Well, at least the last two will be easy to find. Just hit the library and any guy’s dorm room and we can find those.”

“Are we all gonna go look for this stuff together, or are we gonna divide up?” inquired Matt.

“I think we should split up and divide the list in half. Remember, the team who finishes first and has all the items on the list gets the prize. If we split up, we should get done quicker,” suggested Evan.

“What do you think, Dena?” asked Marcy. “You’re the team captain.”

“I think it’s a good idea. Marcy, you and Matt can be together, since I know you’d kill me later if I didn’t put you on the team with your boyfriend. I am not sure how to split up the list, though. I know I can get three of the harder items, so I guess I will take them. I can get my toothbrush, and I know where we can get the pantyhose. One of my roommates uses tampons and luckily for us, she’s crabby as hell right now, which means she has to be on her period cause it’s the only time she gets in that foul of a mood. Our bathroom trashcan should have what we need. As far as the rest of it goes, each team should have one of the easy items.

“What about the butt plug and handcuffs? Do any of you know where to get those?”

“I think I do,” said Marcy. “One of the girls in my sorority is always bragging about her *toy* chest. She says that she has a lot of odd and unusual stuff in it, so maybe she would have the enema too.”

“If she doesn’t we can probably get one from one of the med students. I bet they would know where we could get one without having to buy it,” added Matt.

“Okay, so Evan and I will take the toothbrush, tampon, pantyhose, beer bottle, and ….”

“The used condom,” Evan said, interrupting Dena.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope, I’m betting if we visit enough dorm rooms and look in the trash cans, we are bound to find one,” answered Evan.

“Okay,” said Dena. “That leaves the butt plug, handcuffs, enema, paperclip, and jockstrap for you two.”

“If my sorority sister has a really good toy chest, Matt and I should be in good shape,” said Marcy.

“Marcy, do you have your cell phone?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, call me when you get all of your items, and if Evan and I get ours first, then I will call you, and we will meet back here.’

The four split into pairs and wandered out into the campus, beginning the scavenger hunt and hoping that they would find all of their items before any of the other teams. The prize was four tickets to the upcoming Staind concert.

**********

“C’mon Brett, let’s go visit Suzy and see what she has in her toy box.”

Brett and Marcy headed towards the Kappa Delta sorority house, hoping that Suzy would be in her room.

“Hey Suzy,” said Marcy as the door opened. “I need a favor.”

“Sure sis, what can I do for you?”

“We’re on a scavenger hunt and need some unusual items. We thought you might have a couple of them in your toy box.”

“If it’s unusual, then I probably have it,” Suzy said as she led them to her closet. Pulling out a big steamer trunk, she opened the lid to reveal a huge number of sex toys and other paraphernalia.

“Wow Suzy, you weren’t kidding when you said that you had a lot of toys!”

Suzy smiled and said, “Feel free to look through the chest and take whatever you need, just make sure that anything you take makes it back.”

“Oh, absolutely, as soon as we get our items verified by the contest organizers, we will bring them right back.”

Suzy left Marcy and Brett rummaging in the goody box.

“Look at all of this stuff,” said Marcy. “She must have some wild times.”

“We could have a lot of fun with this box,” said Brett, his mind filling with all the possibilities. “Do you think she ever lets people borrow any of this?”

“Brett! Keep your mind on the task at hand. If you see something you like, we can always go to the store and get it.”

“Sorry, you and I in the same room with a bunch of sex toys is not a good combination for me to keep my mind on anything but throwing you on the bed and fucking you.”

Marcy blushed, still not used to how direct Brett was at expressing his wants and desires when it came to her and sex. She pawed through the box, trying to erase the image Brett had just put into her mind of being thrown onto the bed and ravished.

“Here we go,” said Brett, pulling a large flared plug out of the box.

“One down, several to go,” said Marcy. “Oh wait, make that two down, here’s a pair of handcuffs.”

“Heavy duty,” said Brett as he examined the cuffs that Marcy had pulled out of the chest. “When she cuffs someone, she means business.”

“She probably just doesn’t want them to get broken. I have heard the plastic ones break too easily.”

“Maybe.”

“Did you see any enema boxes?”

“No.”

“How about we ask her if she has any? It might be something that she keeps in the bathroom.”

“I can’t ask her that!” shrieked Marcy.

“Why not?”

“Oh Brett, now really!”

“Well, you said that she was into unusual stuff.”

“Yes, but I don’t know how unusual and I don’t want to offend her.”

“Okay, how about this? We write down the five things that we are supposed to find on a piece of paper and ask her if she has any of the other items.”

“I guess that would work.”

“Suzy,” said Marcy as the entered the sorority common room, “we found a couple of the items that we needed, do you know where we could find any of the others?”

Marcy handed the quickly scrawled list to Suzy, hoping that she would say she had the enema. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way.

“No, I’m sorry. I don’t have any of the other items. Of course, you can probably find a paperclip at the library. Let me think for a minute… Do you know Larry Roberts? He’s a med student. I bet he could tell you where to get the enema.”

“No, I don’t think that I know him,” said Marcy.

“Hang on a minute and I will call him for you.”

Marcy and Brett waited in the common room as Suzy ran off to her room to find the number for Larry and make the phone call. A few moments later, Suzy returned with some good news.

“Larry said that they had boxes of those in the supply room in one of their labs. If you will meet him over there in about ten minutes, he will get one for you.”

“Thanks so much Suzy! You’ve been a great help!” gushed Marcy.

“No problem, that’s what Kappa Delta sisters are for.”

Marcy and Brett rushed off towards the science labs in the med building, wondering how they would know which guy was Larry.

“I wish we had thought to ask for a description.”

“Just look for a guy carrying an enema box,” said Brett. “He shouldn’t be too hard to spot.

“I wonder how Dena and Evan are doing with their list.”

**********

“Where do you want to start, Dena?” asked Evan.

“Why don’t we search for the easy one first?”

“The beer bottle? That will definitely be an easy one because we have several in the trashcan in my room.”

Dena and Evan hurried across campus to Evan’s dorm and rushed up the stairs to his room. Dena waited in the hall while Evan went in and grabbed a bottle out of the trashcan. Realizing that they didn’t have anything to carry the items in, he searched around the room until he found a plastic grocery bag.

“Why didn’t you come in?” asked Evan as he stepped into the hallway.

“I just didn’t see any reason to,” stammered Dena, hoping Evan wouldn’t figure out that she was too self-conscious to go into his room with him.

“I got us a bag to carry stuff in while I was in there. What do you want to get next?”

“I guess we can go to my room. It shouldn’t take too long to get my toothbrush and to check the trash for the tampon. Oh, we can get the pantyhose while we are in there too,” Dena explained, hoping that Evan wouldn’t realize the pantyhose would be hers. It was obvious to anyone that looked at her that she was full figured, but she hoped that Evan didn’t think she was fat.

‘Who am I kidding?’ she thought. ‘He’s got to know the pantyhose will be mine. It just takes one look at me to figure that out.’

Dena led the way to her dorm, which was only a couple of buildings over from Evan’s. She couldn’t believe her luck in getting put on the same team. She hadn’t really wanted to split the team into two groups, because she knew that would put her with Evan, but she couldn’t think of a good reason not to split, so she had agreed with the suggestion.

Evan was absolutely gorgeous as far as Dena was concerned. He towered over her petite frame, his wavy black hair curling over his collar, and his piercing blue eyes so deep you could lose yourself in them.

She had been infatuated with Evan for over a year now, ever since she first saw him in her psychology class. Unfortunately, Dena had no confidence around men and usually ended up making a fool of herself. Hopefully, she could stay focused enough on the scavenger hunt that she wouldn’t get too nervous around him. That would be a disaster.

They walked into her dorm room, and she excused herself to go into the bathroom to get the toothbrush. She plucked it out of the holder and then looked into the trashcan to see if there were any tampons. Sure enough, there was one lying right on top.

Dena pulled some toilet paper off the roll and used it to grab the soiled tampon out of the garbage can. She headed back into the living area to dump the items in the bag, but when she got there, Evan was standing next to one of her roommate’s bedroom door, which was slightly ajar.

Hearing her enter the room, Evan turned around and put his finger to his lips, motioning for her to be quiet and then waved her over to where we was standing.

Dena dumped the items in the bag that Evan had laid on the table and then crept over to the door, and Evan moved so that she could see through the crack. She had to throw her hand over her mouth to stifle the gasp that escaped as her eyes took in the scene inside the room.

Her roommate, Anna, was on the bed, facing away from the door, while her boyfriend plowed into her from behind.

Dena tried to turn away, but Evan had crouched down behind her so that he could see through the door, and he had her blocked. Self-consciously, she turned her head back to the crack in the door, hoping that Anna wouldn’t look back at her boyfriend and see two pair of eyes staring through the open door.

Dena watched in fascination as Anna’s boyfriend slammed into her, Anna’s breasts swaying back and forth with each thrust. Dena had never seen anyone having sex before, not even in a porno.

Tingles spread out from her sex as she watched Anna being fucked. Seeing the hard cock ramming forcefully into Anna’s pussy aroused Dena in an unexpected way. Her panties grew moist and her erect nipples rubbed achingly against the lacy cups of her bra. She was very aware of Evan behind her, his head peering between her legs to see the action through the partly open door.

Shivers raced up her spine as she felt Evan’s hot breath on her thighs. Obviously, the scene was heating him up as well.

Dena’s breath came in short gasps as the moaning in Anna’s room intensified. The fucking seemed to reach an animalistic pace, and Dena watched, mesmerized, while her pussy throbbed with arousal.

Anna’s boyfriend plunged into her with a loud roar, and then he collapsed forward on her back, pushing her into the bed. They lay there for a moment before he rose back up and withdrew from her.

Pulling the condom from his shrinking cock, he said, “Where’s your trashcan?”

“I don’t have one in here. You will have to throw in the can in the bathroom,” Anna answered.

Hearing what Anna said, Dena turned around, almost tripping over Evan in her panic. He jumped up and they ran to her room, trying to avoid discovery.

Evan tumbled onto her bed as Dena leaned back against her closed door, trying to regain her composure. They could hear Anna’s boyfriend as he threw away the condom.

Evan whispered, “This is great! We can grab that one out of the trash once we are sure they won’t hear us!”

Getting the condom out of the trash was the last thing on Dena’s mind. Her thoughts were consumed with a replay of the scene she had just witnessed. She longed to have a guy show enough interest in her for it to lead to sex. Even though she had experienced many sessions with a vibrator, she was still a virgin. She had never had a real, live cock inside her.

Watching Anna get fucked from behind had ignited a strong desire within Dena. She longed to be the one on all fours getting fucked.

Dena looked over and saw Evan watching her intently. “That was hot, wasn’t it?” he asked.

“Y-yes it was,” she stammered in reply.

Evan sprang off the bed and slowly approached her. “I could hear you breathing faster and faster as he fucked her on the bed. My face was close enough to your pussy that I could smell your arousal.”

Blushing crimson at his words, Dena turned her face away from him.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he said as he reached out and gently pulled her face towards him. “I love the smell of a woman’s arousal. Smelling you turned me on more than watching your roommate.”

Evan leaned in and placed a soft kiss upon her lips. “I know we don’t have time right now, but after the scavenger hunt, I want to get to know you… more intimately.”

Dena’s heart was hammering in her chest as she heard Anna and her boyfriend leave the dorm room.

“We can get that condom now,” she said, her discomfort overcoming her desire, for the moment.

“Okay,” Evan said as Dena moved away from the door so they could open it. “But I meant what I said.”

Evan went into the bathroom and retrieved the used rubber from the trash, placing it in the bag with the other items. While he was doing that, Dena quickly grabbed a pair of pantyhose from her drawer and took it to where Evan was waiting with the bag.

“Here’s the pantyhose. That takes care of our part of the list. I will call Marcy and find out how many items they have left to find.”

**********

“That’s got to be him,” Marcy stated as they looked over the crowd in the lab building.

Brett looked to where Marcy was pointing and saw a tall, skinny guy wearing a long white coat and carrying a small green box in his hand.

Marcy rushed over to him. “Larry?”

“Yep, that’s me.”

“I’m Marcy. Suzy sent us to you for the enema?”

“Here you go. You’re lucky that we are studying the digestive system and its associated disorders at the moment.”

“Thanks a lot Larry. We really appreciate your help,” said Brett.

“Ok, what do we need now?”

“We’ve got two more items to get,” said Marcy as she looked down at the list. “We still need the paper clip and a jock strap.”

“Alright, you go to the library and get the paper clip. I will sneak into the football locker room and see if I can find a jock strap. Wait for me in the library. I will meet you in there once I have gotten the jock strap.”

Marcy rushed to the library and grabbed a paper clip out of the tray on the circulation desk. She didn’t notice the odd stares from the other students at the strange assortment of objects in her hands.

A few minutes later, she was joined by a breathless Brett who had run all the way back from the locker room after snatching a jock strap out of an open locker.

“Let’s call Dena and Evan and tell them that we have finished our list,” Marcy said.

They left the library, and Marcy’s cell began to ring as they exited.

“Hello?” Marcy said. “Hey Dena, that’s great! We just got our last item too. See you back at the contest verification center.”

“They’ve got all of their items too. Let’s hurry up!” Marcy gushed as they raced back to the verification center, hoping that no other team had finished before them.

Marcy and Brett met up with Dena and Evan part of the way back to the contest area, and they ran together. Noticing another group of students moving quickly off to the side, they increased their pace to a frantic run, desperately trying to be the first to get back to the verification center.

Breathlessly, they arrived at their destination. “Are we the first back?” Dena panted.

“Yes, you are,” said the contest official. “Let me see your items.”

Evan handed over the bag with five of the items, and Marcy and Brett dumped their five on the table.

The official went through the checklist, “Let’s see… You have the paper clip, the beer bottle, the pantyhose, the toothbrush, the used tampon, the used condom, the jockstrap, the butt plug, the handcuffs, and the enema. Congratulations! You win the concert tickets.

The four friends jumped up and down and screamed with delight, the much coveted concert tickets in their hands.

 

[Guest]

Y'all still out there?

 

[Black Tulip]

Yes, I was busy reading chapter 10 of your Queen story and after that your scavenger hunt.

You already know I like the novel very much.

About the scavenger hunt: do you plan to add an after party?



I'm busy with my own challenge.

Not sure yet, but it could turn out a big one, like more chapters.
Maybe novel?

Oops, skip that. I didn't write that.

Question: is the Spanish Inquisition commonly known in the US? Like everybody knows what it was all about?

 

[SummerMorning]

I'm still alive!

Hi all!!! What have I missed? I've been more or less decomputered the last three weeks...had to leave the virtual aisles for the real meadows so to speak

 

[SummerMorning]

Question: is the Spanish Inquisition commonly known in the US? Like everybody knows what it was all about?

Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition!

 

[Guest]

Yeah, we know about the Spanish Inquisition. It was taught in history class. (plus you got the spoof of it from Mel Brooks, lol)

Yes, I will probably be writing a follow-up story for Dena and Evan to get to know each other better. It will give me a first time story for the Survivor Contest.

I have an idea for this challenge, but I haven't started on it yet.

Thanks for the compliment on my novel BT. Several of the chapters are scored pretty high, but if they don't get some more votes, they won't have enough to qualify for the monthly contest. (Wouldn't you know that when I finally have a story that's rated high enough to stand a chance that it wouldn't have enough votes, LOL.)

 

[Black Tulip]

Well, all I can say is, I voted for all of them.

I have enough votes for the first time, 66 on my latest story, but I have no clue how high the score has to be, to count as serious.

It is doing pretty well, another H to add.

Ah, yes, the Inquisition, that's the background for my story this time. Good to know I can treat it as common knowledge. Thanks.


SummerMorning,

Did you have withdrawal symptoms?

Nice to have you back.

 

[SummerMorning]

Withdrawal symptoms? I did, I suppose, but they were masked

Got a new girl, got to sit in the chairpersons seat of our parliament, got to some serious skiing...and yeah, got a new girl

 

[Black Tulip]

Wow, that sounds ... well,
that sounds
[size=huge]WOW[/size]
a new girl.

What the hell are you doing here then?

 

[Dingus Guy]

I don't know what to say

I have been trying to finish this scavenger hunt story, but 4,000 words in and no sight in ending it. I would like to wrap it up, but it would be a discredit to the story. I haven't read CM's attempt, but I will soon. As well as at some future point read your new story. It has gotten a lot of praise and I am proud of you. Keep up the good work.

I have struggled with some personal issues, but I trudge on. Although, I have not given up on the Hunt tale, I am also starting BT's challenge. I decided to do a little surfing and came up with an interesting historical event exactly 100 years ago in the USA. My plot will develop around the facts of the event and go from there.

I am a little disappointed that my Valentine Day story didn't get accepted because it actually did descent in voting and made some of the readers cry. It is nice that I can touch a chord every now and then. Next contest, the Earth Day one, I will not be late and have actually written 2 paragraphs for that to get me motivated later. Later folks.

 

[Black Tulip]

Dingus,

Nice to hear from you. You are right, if the story is good, f**** the challenge.

Watch out that you don't trudge all day. Have some fun too.

Wat is Earth Day?

 

[Dingus Guy]

Earth day

Dingus,

Nice to hear from you. You are right, if the story is good, f**** the challenge.

Watch out that you don't trudge all day. Have some fun too.

Wat is Earth Day?

To see the international site about it check the enclosed linkage.
www.Earthsite.org
In a nutshell it is a day that we think about Earth and how we can better save the environment.

 

[Black Tulip]

Thanks for the link. I had never heard of it before. I doubt a lot of people in my country have.

I think I'll post part of my story for the challenge. Give you guys a bit of a taste. It's getting rather big, already near 4.000 words and no ending in sight yet. Besides, I have a sequel in my head as well.

First part would be 2586 words, and not all given words in it.

So: do you wanna read or wait for the whole thing to get up?

 

[reohoko]

HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS GOOD MORNING!!!! I am done with this class!!! Now I can catch up everything! (course, won't just be this that needs caught up, but you know ).

HUGS HUGS HUGS I'll get busy on the challenges and stuff.

 

[SummerMorning]

Ha! You're done with your class... Lucky. *grumble* I have 6 more seminars to do and 5 exams, 3-4 excursions and 2 simulations of various UN organs... *groan*

They gobble up all my time and I don't get to write and almost don't get to trudge around in the snow.

I mean to go skiing today, but went to an itsy party yesterday and...er...yeah. Overslept in the wrong apartment and...well, didn't go. And now I've got a cold sore due to the stressful week.

EARTHDAY

Is a silly concept. It says, we don't care about the Earth, but let's have one special day when we do. It's an implicit call to disecology...Every day should be Earth day, we don't live on the Moon the rest of the year! Um... enough ranting...

WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE

Tulip - she's got classes too...I can't spend all my days and nights with her

 

[reohoko]

I am sorta lucky, I am in the University of Phoenix - online classes. A bit more frustrating at times, and a bit more expensive. Also, this is first year. Running a 4.0 average, I woulda never guessed I was so damn smart. LOL I am such a mood today!!! LOL

Anyway, see the following post for my submission for this week's Challenge,

HUGS HUGS HUGS HUGS

 

[reohoko]

My Dragonfly

My Dragonfly

She fluffed her blue lace collar and tried to loosen her dark blue skirts. Tossing her hairpiece to the ground, she let her soft copper hair cascade softly over her shoulders. Her frown wore heavily on her face, darkening her usually bright green eyes. So much, work to escape the preparations for a wedding, a pre-arranged wedding. “In this day and age,” she frowned to herself, tossing herself down into the blooming daisies, the quiet wild flowers. The grass was tall and lying on the damp spring ground made her feel nearly invisible. She rolled to her back; not even slightly worried that her mother would be angry that her “spinster” daughter had grass stains on one of her best Sunday dresses. She would probably foam at the mouth like the Pastor’s dog had when it had gone mad and attacked the Young’s children.

The sun shined softly onto her face through the wonderfully green leaves of the huge oaks and birches around her. It wasn’t even midday yet. Her sigh chased away curious butterflies and she marveled at their pretty colors as they flew past. “What ever do I need a gentleman for?” She frowned and marveled at the way her breasts heaved while she lay on her back.

She tugged her skirt up around her waist, revealing her nakedness to the fresh spring air. A quiet giggle escaped her lips at the thought of the look her mother would have on her face if she knew that she was out without neither her stockings nor her knickers. The cool breeze felt great. Lying back, she let the gentle rays of sun soak into her. It wasn’t so long ago that she had learned there was more to life than waiting for a man to explore her inner self. Her soft fingers caressed lightly over the short soft hairs on her mound.

The world seemed to fade from her vision as she touched. A shiny armored knight lifted her casually to his horse, his hands firmly placed on either sides of her ribs. Her fingers explored the growing warmth, seeking the wetness. The horse galloped at a fast pace, taking her to his huge castle, there he would lay her on soft bearskin rugs, touch her tender eager flesh. His lips would press against hers.

She moaned gently as her fingers slid into the swollen lips and softly caressed her rising blossom. His hands would fumble at first, grabbing a bit roughly at her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her hard nipples. Gentle gasps of pleasure escaped her as she circled her blossom, feeling it throb lightly under her fingers. His clothes would suddenly crash to the floor, as he could no longer wait to embed his hard member into her. Oh, what her mother would say to know what her great aunt had told her not three summers ago.

His manhood would be hard, seeking and penetrating her, he would press deep into her as he sought to fill her with his seed. Her moans increased and she lustfully thrust two fingers into her throbbing hole. The sounds of his groans would bring her intense pleasure. Her thumb rubbed firmly against her blossom and her other hand began to massage her breast through her heavy clothes. Warmth was filling her, building hunger that filled her being, inch by inch. Intense desire to have something thrust into her, to feel the ecstasy that she had been told of. Her heart raced as she worked -her face flushing, her eyes rolled slowly up into her head. It would grow harder and harder as it filled her, needed to fill her to accomplish the thing that men needed. It would bring her to match his groans and moaning with her own.

She thrust her hips up as if to met him, but met something else instead. With a gasp she stopped, frozen to have been caught. Her eyes wide and searching, nothing was there, nothing but a small beautiful dragonfly that stared intently at her. Perched softly on her upper thigh, it sat there as if the very smell of her dripping flower pulled it near. Colorful, bright wings frozen, not moving. Then suddenly it was up; it’s wings caressing her legs like snowflakes during summer. A gasp broke from her lips as a sudden wave of passion broke over her. Her back arched, her eyes stared as it fluttered over her.

Slowly it came to her face, the suddenness of her orgasm leaving her breathing roughly, her eyes dilated as they tried to watch the swift movement of the purples and greens on it’s wings. It touched her eyelids, her checks, her lips, ever so softly and she gasped again. Then it was flying off.

Her heart racing, she jumped to her feet. “No,” she whispered. Strangely, she felt she must follow it, it mustn’t escape her. It wandered into the woods and she chased it. Her mind racing, not thinking clearly as sections of her clothes caught on the branches and tore. The bitter taste of blood, from a flying branch, went unnoticed as she wiped her face, never stopping her pace, never letting it escape her sight. She needed it, she didn’t understand how, but somehow she knew she needed that dragonfly.

Many times, she lost sight of it, but then like a ray of light it would be there, barely a few feet away. She hurried after it. Suddenly she watched as it entered a very dark cave. Summer moss gently grew around the rocks that lined it. Her breathing was ragged from the chase, her heart raced as if on fire. Nothing seemed to exist besides getting to the dragonfly. The summer breeze forgotten, the quiet meadow, long left behind.

Her footstep into the small cave created an echo, it made her freeze. Somewhere in the depths she could hear what sounded like a waterfall, but in the darkness she could make out nothing. A musty smell filled her nose, and she felt mildly dizzy. It was as if the darkness seeped into her, filling her with a light chill that made her nipples harder and goose bumps crawl across her skin.

If it could be heard, the dashing sounds of her heart would have echoed dramatically through the cave. She stared about in defeat, how would she ever find the beautiful creature in here? Carefully she took another step. The echo sounded again, this time a gentle scuffle seemed to follow, and on the edge of her hearing -what seemed to be hushed voices.

“Good day,” she called timidly. Fear was creeping in to replace the excitement that had pressed her on this far. “Anyone there?” Risking another step, she moved further into the darkness.

A small light glowed from someplace; she was not sure where but it was there. Her heart was pounding loudly in her ears now, she shook throughout her entire being, but something urged her on. Another footstep, the hushed voices seemingly louder, her fingers rubbed against the rough cool walls of the inside of the cave.

Eagerness began to get the better of her, just a few steps more, to see if her mind played tricks on her. Somewhere she wondered if demons could be about. She had heard of such things, far into the woods that lured in women and slaughtered them, after raping them horribly.

Her feet moved away from her, the ground broke away and a scream burst from her lungs. She was falling, fast. Hands and legs kicked out; nothing to grab to, as even the wall evaded her touch. Cool air pushed her skirts up around her waist, flooding the warmth of her nakedness and sending a tremble through her frightened body. Then the blackness was complete, only broken by her fearful cries.




Glowing green lights touched her eyes as they opened. Blinking rapidly, she tried to recall what had happened. Something soft lay beneath her head, and something moved at her shoulder, causing her to startle.

“There, there, li’le one. Nothing ‘o be frigh’ened of in this place. Migh’ be a nigh surprise’, but na’ afrai’.” A quiet, friendly voice spoke as something damp touched her forehead.

Her eyes closed, as the soft dampness seemed to penetrate her skin and make the mild throbbing of her skull settle down. “Where am I?” She asked.

“Well, to hear i’ from the others here, you fell in’o our laps.” The voice chuckled. “Or rather in’o Borik’s lap. Which, if I hear i’ righ’, he rather enjoyed.”

A smile played on her lips as she considered asking who Borik was. The warmth between her legs was distracting her and she wondered if she could leave soon. Unable to decide if it would be rude to ask her host if she might be going she lay there a moment longer, desperately trying to ignore the gentle throbbing of her blossom.

“Migh’ I ask wha’ you were doing to have taken such a fall?” He asked, changing the cloth on her forehead.

“There was a dragonfly, it was so beautiful,” her voice stopped, unable to find exactly why she had chased it so far.

“Ah, of course, M’Lady, I should’a recognized you immediately!” The fingers that pressed the cloth to her forehead vanished as she started to open her mouth to speak.

Opening her eyes she looked around, it was hard to see, but small mushrooms created the greenish light that filtered all around her. She was still in the cave, least it looked like a cave. Her fingers explored the softness beneath; it felt nearly as if the entire quilt that she lay on was created from the softest flower petals. Her eyes roamed the decorated doorway that her host must have taken. It was embedded by golden symbols, flowing, curving around the archway.

Her mind must be playing tricks on her, she thought. Reaching over she pinched her inner arm. A little too hard from the small squeal that broke her lips. She lay back down, trying to determine how this could be, but pinching had not awakened her, and yet this was obviously not real.

The ceiling above her was clouded in the darkness, but still her eyes focused on it, willing herself to wake. Suddenly, a noise startled her from the focus.

“He awai’s thee, M’Lady.” The voice that had attended her said. Sitting up she saw before her a man, not bigger than a young man, but obviously much older. His face covered in hair, but the rest of his body very nude. Averting her eyes, she tried to determine what this was. Her host was a brown-skinned naked half man. ‘Well,’ she corrected herself in her head. ‘Not half a man, a whole man, if that is his member.’ She giggled at her thoughts. She nearly decided to take a quick look again but he had a hold of her hand, pulling her to her feet.

“M’Lady, i’ would be mos’ inappropriate to keep him wai’ing.” She stood to her feet and followed him slowly, avoiding looking at his naked behind that moved before her.

They walked through gently lit corridors, lined in the same rock as the room she had lain in. Each adorned in many places with more golden symbols, soft silver flowers, and elaborately configured things she did not recognize. Soon the smell of the dampness of the cave was replaced by the sweet smell of blooming flowers and fresh water. She could hear a waterfall barely up before them, and a bit of what seemed as if moonlight shined along their path.

Her guide stepped out before her, carefully watching as she followed. She did not see him though, looking about her at the most beautiful, moonlit-garden that she could have ever imagined. Her senses were astounded, everywhere, every plant of beauty, of scent, not even one clashing with another. Dragonflies and butterflies wandered about, even in the darkness, and amongst the sounds of the chuckling water were singing birds.

Sitting on what looked like branches woven and littered with flowers that seemed to be a throne, was a man, naked as the small man that stood beside her. His height and royal standing not deprived of their due even with the lack of elaborate clothing. Pointed ears gracefully stood surrounded by earth brown hair, long to his shoulders, his dark eyes penetrating and encompassing. His face was soft, commanding but seemed to hold a boyish charm. Unable to pull her eyes from his, she froze.

“Welcome to my kingdom, M’Lady.” His smile seemed to hold a secretive grin. “If you so kindly would remove those garments we may get to business.”

Her mouth fell agape and she stared in shock at him. No words moved from her throat and her mind could not conceive that the words she had heard could be correct.

“Come now, Maria, you seem so taken aback by it all.” Now his grin lit his whole face. “Remove them, you have no desire to wear those horrible things.” When she still did not move. “Would it help M’Lady’s honor to have them forcefully removed?” His eyes held mischief.

“But,” was all she stuttered out that was even close to words.

“M’Lady hides not her sweet smelling sex with the garments that cover thy supple breasts, and voluptuous thighs.” He was out of his seat with a graceful hop, quickly across the short distance of grass to stand before her. “She hides not her copper hair, filled with the sweet smell of meadow grass and wildflowers. Yet, she withholds from me the soft tender skin of her stomach, the tantalizing folds of her womanhood. Covered by drabs of rags fashioned by some fashion exploiting simpleton of the human world.” Her eyes remained locked on his, her heart thumping wildly and her face flushing lightly.

“Come, M’Lady, share thy bountiful beauty with me?” He stopped mere inches from her face and a hunger to feel his lips on hers invaded her very soul.

“Yes, M’Lord,” her breathless answer came as she lifted her fingers to the many fastenings that bound the clothing to her body. She wanted to tear it from her to show him what he sought. Locked in no other thought then to feel his hands on her skin, flesh to flesh, amongst the grass and flowers that sweetened the air around her.

She could not smell the wetness that filled the air, but her womanhood dripped the honey scented sweetness that drove him to need, to desire, just as she had in the meadow. His manhood held to a light hardness, attempting to not completely scare off his little flower, for as a hummingbird might the evening blossom. He much intended to drink of her sweet nectars before the sun awoke to see what he had won and take from him his love.

Clothing fell to the ground, piece by piece, revealing inch by inch of soft white flesh. Parts of her never exposed to the harsh rays of the sun that tanned her hands golden and brought out her freckles. Her nipples sprang lose, hard and perky. She looked up into his eyes, saw his smile, his happiness in what she was doing. As the final article of clothing fell from her body, he smiled brightly at her. Though he did not touch her, she felt as if the winds and the air itself caressed all over her for him.

“Is that not much better, M’Lady?” He asked, slowly moving around to admire every inch of her scrumptious form. “I have a proposition for you, if you are so inclined to hear it.” His voice was in her ear and his warm breath brushed over her neck. A tremble coursed through her body.

“Yes,” was the only word that could find it’s way out.

“If M’Lady, My Sweet Maria, will stay here with me,” his fingers softly caressed up her spine sending tingling sensations all through her chest and middle, causing a near eruption in her womanhood. “I will show thee the pleasures of the naked body.” Warm breath touched above her bottom and her knees tried to drop her to the ground. His strong hands held to her hips. “I will love thee as no other can.” Soft as petals his lips kissed the center of her back, just above the crease of her bottom. “I will give thee the wonders of this world.” Another kiss closer to her hip, and then another. She could barely think, she didn’t want him to stop, never stop.

“I will treat thee as a Princess, a Queen. As My Sweet Maria would be Queen of our world.” His lips found their way over her hip and was kissing down her stomach. “What say'th thee, My Maria?” He asked, his eyes staring up to look into hers. There were no words in her mind, none to speak half the beauty he had spoken to her. Yet, she did not wish him to stop, not ever stop.

“Yes,” she whispered as she slid her fingers into his soft hair. “Yes, please, M’Lord.”
“Speak, My Sweet Maria, tell me you will be my Queen.” He whispered letting his hands grip firmly to her hips but never pulling his eyes from hers.

“Yes,” her voice quiet but eager. “I will be your Queen, M’Lord.” She squealed with delight as he pressed his face to her mound and planted kiss after kiss over it.

Soon he was lowering her to the soft ground beneath him, his mouth buried in her sweet blossom, her womanhood, his tongue gathering her sweet nectars to him. Thrusting his tongue into her again and again and bringing her to heights she could not have imagined. Wave after wave of melodious bliss flooded her body. Then suddenly he was above her, his lips on hers, his tongue pushing into her mouth, filling her.

As fingers gracefully explored over her breasts and stomach, she found new heights of bliss that became conquered, her body trembling beneath his every touch, exploding with fire that nearly consumed her. Then he sought her, with the hardness she needed tremendously. It probed lightly while his kisses filled her, carefully seeking the place in which it would call home.

Her hips pressed up to met him, but he pulled back slightly, making her go slowly, making her wait. His touches soft on her, caressing and letting her wetness slowly cover his entire staff. “Please,” her eyes found his and he saw the need that burnt in her. “Please,” she whispered again.

Slowly it slid into her warmth, the wetness wrapping around him, and his mind joined her in the engulfing bliss. Carefully he penetrated her, whispering his love and devotion into her ear. Gentle thrusts, slow but firm, and as he moved faster she climbed upwards; a spiraling trail to ecstasy as she had not dreamed could exist. Rocking into her, moving against her. Her body responded and met his patient rocking, every part of her trembled. Even her muscles that encompassed his hard manhood quaked tightly over him with each upward thrust.

He was going to, she felt it, he was tightening in her, his lips pressed to hers. Somehow she knew this time she would explode, rocking into the bliss of completeness, his lips and eyes held her tightly as he pushed in deeper, harder, faster. Her body began to do things of it’s own accord, sensations impossible for her mind to explain, and then it happened.

Exploding deep into her belly was the sweetest, most encompassing warmth she could have ever imagined. It soaked through her, flooding her senses from head to toe. She screamed into his mouth as he groaned. Thrusting, shooting deep into her belly the warmth encompassing her, and again to pass the crest she thought was the top; and then, as he thrust once more, her mind escaped her. Flashes of colors, of what she could only imagine heaven must be like, filled her. Her heart danced, fluttering beats that measured in time to his as his chest lay against hers. His lips were planting small little kisses down her check. “I love you, my sweet Maria, My Queen.” He whispered over and over again in adoration.

“I love you, My King.” She answered him as she sunk into a restful, peaceful, content sleep.

(edited due to errors)

 

[Black Tulip]

Ow, Reo, that was beautiful.

After that, I am almost reluctant to post the first part of my story. Well more accurately, the first part of chapter 1. Otherwise it will be too long.

I'm really interested in hearing if you all think this is worth turning into a larger story.

Sticks and stones - chapter 1

For nearly 250 years the Witches' Hammer (the Malleus Maleficarum was published in 1487) was the guidebook for the witch hunters. Open hunting season was declared on women, especially herb gatherers, midwives, widows and spinsters. Women who had no man to supervise them were of course highly suspicious.
Dr. Marija Gimbutas, professor of archaeology at the University of California has estimated that as many as 9 million people, overwhelmingly women, were burned or hanged during the witch-craze.

Deirdre nearly stumbled as she hastened along. The path was barely visible and wound in steep curves around the mountainside. She wore sturdy boots, but the loose gravel made the going tricky. Even though she knew this mountain like the back of her hand, she still had to be careful.

The wind whipped her long skirts around her legs, at times lifting them up and getting them snagged on the thorn bushes that grew everywhere. It was cold on the mountainside. Although it was almost spring, this high up there was still snow to be found and right now, the sky was a bleached grey. Deirdre was sure it would be snowing again.

With a puff she climbed over a big square piece of rock and dropped the haversack inside the cave. Turning around she knelt on top of the rock and peered down. The cave was just below the top of the mountain and from her threshold she could oversee most of the path. The part that wound through the low brush, that is. Lower down, where the trees grew, the path was obscured from her view, but that was ok. She could see enough to get early warning of visitors. Not right now, she saw with relief.

Satisfied that she was safe for now, Deirdre jumped down. She picked up the haversack and entered the real entrance, a narrow tunnel that lead to a huge cavern. Once inside she sighed in pleasure. The fire in the back was still glowing a soft red and the small flow of water provided a murmur that always made her happy.

The big cavern looked more like the hall of a mansion than a cave dwelling, and Deirdre often felt a sense of wonderment. She had found the cave by accident when she had been running from the priests for the first time. Scared and cold she had crawled inside the tunnel, only venturing deeper inside the mountain after she had come back from the village the next week.

Since then, many years had passed, she guessed close to ten, but she had never seen any evidence of another human being visiting the place. Right now she had been living here permanently for almost five years. The priests of the Inquisition had been getting more and more fanatical, so it was no longer safe for her to remain in the village.

She had lived on the outskirts of the little hamlet, but it had been too close anyway. Although most people made use of her extensive knowledge about the healing powers of plants and herbs, most of them shunned her in public. It had been only a matter of time before the black robed, hooded men of the church picked up the rumors about a "witch". Deirdre shivered with the thought of those ruthless bigots. She knew very well what would happen to her if they ever caught her.

It had been painful to leave her house behind. Her mother had died there, not long after teaching Deirdre everything she knew herself. She had warned her daughter to be careful, to be discrete with her knowledge as if she had known how bad things would get in only a matter of years. Deirdre had to leave everything behind, so nobody would guess she had disappeared on purpose. The only things she took with her, were the old herbarium and the clothes on her back.

Deirdre had often wondered how odd it was, to find a fully furnished place to live at the moment you were forced to flee your own home. Never had she been able to come up with a good explanation though. The place didn't feel evil or haunted. In fact it felt more welcoming than anything else. It got dirty like a normal house; it got cold in the winter, and stayed nice and cool in the summer. There was a storage place for food, but she had to replenish that herself. No magic there to fill the sacks and jars.

While she had been remembering all that had led up to her being here right now, she had unpacked the haversack. She stored the potatoes, onions and carrots that had been left at the foot of the old oak. There had even been half a side of pork. She smiled, no doubt a gift from that farmer who had called her to help his wife with a difficult delivery. They would not risk their necks for her, but most villagers relied on her skills rather than the prayers of the black robes, and up till now, the village had kept quiet about her.

Further down the trail, near the edge of the timberline, she had created a kind of calling post for her services. The ancient oak tree, with its massive trunk and gnarled limbs was the perfect place to leave messages and gifts for the herb wench. Sometimes her help was needed urgently and some farmer came searching for her up in the mountains. That's why she had spun a thin thread in a dodgy corner of the path, so the tiny bells attached to them could warn her in time. Nobody knew there was this cave and she liked to keep it that way. To those who came seeking her knowledge, it always seemed as if she popped into vision around the next corner.

Deirdre poked the small fire at the back of the cave and settled in the big chair next to it. The chair was so big, she could easily draw up her legs and tuck her skirts around her bare feet. She had left her boots at the end of the tunnel, so the soft furs and carpets that covered the rock floor stayed clean. Before she came back up the mountain, she had already looked through the messages left for her but there had been nothing really urgent. The miller's wife wanted new ointment for her baby's rash, the old man living with his daughter on the other side of the village was suffering from painful joints again, a young woman asked her for something to relieve her monthly cramps, nothing that couldn't wait. She'd fix the ointments and the potion and take them down in the morning.

The flames from the little fire danced and painted red and orange patterns across the walls. Deirdre stared into them and felt her mind drifting towards her favorite fantasy. One day, one day she would find someone who would not be afraid of her. A man who would understand there was nothing mysterious about her knowledge. The big violet eyes had a dreamy look and her hands twisted the deep black curls that framed her face.

A deep sigh escaped her as she tried to imagine who would be idiot enough to fall for her. One hand trailed down the front of the purple shirtwaist and then the second as well. They caressed the skin that was left bare by the heart-shaped neckline. Her full breasts strained against the tight fabric as she lightly passed her palms over the stiffening nipples and she arched her back. Deirdre closed her eyes as her hands teased her breasts, then unbuttoned the shirtwaist and freed her breasts from their confinement. The heat traveled through her body in waves, sending tingling sensations from her nipples to her clit and back up again. Her legs slipped to the ground. Her left hand was still caressing her pink nipples, but the other had traveled down to hitch up the black and white stripped skirt with the purple underskirt. Her fingers lightly danced across the soft skin of her thighs, tantalizing herself by not quite touching her pussy.

Deirdre moaned as her fingers excited her nipples into hard, swollen peaks. God, how she wished she could find someone. Her legs were spread and as she felt her own hand touching her pussy, she ached to be filled by a living cock. Instead she left the big chair and went to the corner that held her mattress. She looked at the beautiful cock of buxus wood that rested on a small ledge, while she slipped out of the skirts.

Again she sighed as she lay down on her back, with her knees drawn high so she could drive the wooden cock inside. One hand circled her clit as the other started fucking her in slow strokes and soon the murmuring of the little brook got company from the tiny sounds Deirdre made in the back of her throat. The image she had of herself, spreading her legs in full daylight, her breasts exposed, was a tremendous turn on. A flush spread over her body and her face. Suddenly she pressed down on her clit while her hips bucked as she pushed the wooden cock as deep as it would go. She climaxed but deep down she felt something missing. It never fulfilled her completely, it never had.

The wooden cock she had carved herself, was still in her hand as she drifted slowly off to sleep. The striped skirts lay in a heap at the foot of the mattress and the shirtwaist hung loosely on her tall frame. Somewhere during the night she woke up enough to get rid of the rest of her clothes. After that she slipped under the thick furs lined with cotton, that served her as blankets.

Next morning Deirdre shivered as she crawled out of bed. The fire had died and it felt as if the temperature had dropped considerably. After she had rekindled the fire, she heated enough water for a bath. The tub she used was just big enough to sit in with her knees drawn up, but it was better than nothing and it warmed her back to humanity. She grinned at her own silly thoughts.

Humming softly, Deirdre prepared the requested ointments. The potion was easily seen to as it was often in demand and she still had some left. With the different cures in the haversack, she walked over to the entrance tunnel. One sniff was enough to tell her she had been right the other day. There was snow in the air. She pulled on the sturdy fur lined boots, donned the heavy woolen cloak and picked up the haversack.

The violet eyes sparkled when she stepped out of the tunnel. The world was transformed into a quiet and pristine place by the thin layer of snow that covered already most of the rocks. Deirdre lifted her face to the oddly luminous sky to feel the snowflakes caressing her skin. She knew the path would be more treacherous than ever, but she couldn't help herself. She just loved the snow.

Deirdre made a mental note to replenish her stock of firewood when she came back. It looked like the snow would last for at least a day. Glad that she had enough food to last her a couple of days, she climbed down to the timberline, left her medicines in the hollow beneath the old oak tree, and checked for messages. There was nothing there so she had time enough to roam the mountainside for firewood.

Careful to stay out of sight of the trail that lead to the village, Deirdre circled the mountain till she reached the eastern slopes. The trees there were almost all evergreens, keeping the light snow from the ground for now so the fir cones were still dry. She filled the haversack with cones as she steadily climbed higher. Finally she stopped, her path blocked by a deep ravine with the river at the bottom. The small trickle from her cavern ended up in this river and all she had to do, was follow the ravine up to reach the cavern from the other side.

With a respectable bundle of twigs on her back, Deirdre climbed up the steep slope, the bottom of her skirts wet from the snow. It was no longer fun by now, since the wind had started up and the flakes were getting bigger and bigger. Good thing I know my way. She wiped the snow from her face and stood for a minute to catch her breath.

As she started to climb the last stretch, she thought she heard something. Frowning in concentration she cocked her head. Was it the wind, her imagination, or did she really hear moaning? She looked around but there was nothing unusual. Tired from carrying the pile of firewood all the way up, she scrambled over the flat rock, glad to slip inside the tunnel.

The stack of wood near the fireplace was sufficient, more so with the supply of twigs she had brought with her. Rubbing her hands, Deirdre emptied the haversack in a box and threw a few cones in the fire. Within seconds the smell of burning firs filled the cavern. It made the space almost cozy. With her back to the fire she tried to dispel the feeling of unease. It had been the wind, that was all. Nobody ever climbed that side of the mountain; there was no real path there.

Nuts, absolutely nuts. She had to be, to go out again. Deirdre was muttering under her breath as she tugged on the heavy boots and wrapped the still damp cloak around her. Not sure whether she had heard a sound or not, she found she could not let it go. She had to find out. With a sigh she slithered down to the top of the ravine to take a closer look.

The wind had picked up even more, so she could hear nothing over the howling through the outcrops of rock. Deirdre squinted against the snowflakes. There, what was that? She wiped her face and looked again. A piece of black that was too black in this world of white and grey and pale blue, together with a touch of red.

Careful not to slip, she climbed down to have a closer look. Near the bottom of the ravine she halted in shock. No! It couldn't be. Not here! The violet eyes were wide in disbelief and her face had lost all color. The young man at her feet had obviously been caught unawares by the snow and had slipped on the icy gravel higher up. His face was pale against the red of his hair, but that was not what had her so upset. She had seen worse than the cut on his forehead. It was the black that had attracted her attention in the first place.

A priest. A goddamn, bloody priest. On her doorstep. She studied his face, but she had never seen him before. He must be new to these parts. The freckles on his cheekbones made him look young, maybe twenty, twenty-five at the most. God, what should she do? Leaving him out in the snow could easily kill him. Taking him in was probably signing her own death warrant. Deirdre stood staring down at the young priest, biting her lip and clenching her fists.

Finally the cold made her move again. Her feet were getting numb from standing still and that more or less decided for her. With a big sigh and uttering some very elaborate descriptions of her own intellect, she started hauling the limp body towards the cave. Maybe her good deed would earn her a lapse in memory on his part. Yea, right. When hell freezes over. The thought made her laugh derisively.