The Challenge Club

[Dingus Guy]

Next Challenge

I am glad to have a few days off.
Summer or Wills can post the next challenge.
If they haven't by Friday evening, I will post one on Saturday.

 

[SummerMorning]

Re: Critic's Choice

3- Summer- Always nice to read your work. I love how you tell your story and got turned on briefly until the butt plug came out. Something about anal forcings just turns me off. I loved the control aspect here too very much.

Hmm...it's an acquired taste

If Remec won't post, then I'll do it. But I think it is his turn.

Yeah, Tulip, I agree - funny how we head of straight into domination games, isn't it? Is it just harmless fantasy, or the first sign that masterbayshun iss kurdlink ower breynz?

 

[Black Tulip]

My breynz started kurdlink a long time ago. The hormones, darlink.

Who iss zis masterbayshun?

 

[Remec]

<alarmed look>

Wha'? Me make a challenge? Butbutbut...I'm new here...no, really, been lurking for maybe...okay, so I've lost track of time, but I got here just as the scavenger hunt stories were being put up...Let me pass the baton to summer this time, and I'll put something together after that...'Kay?

Oh, and speaking of putting together...I missed the deadline on the last one due to leaving town early early on Friday morning, but I think I'm going to finish it up anyways. Would like some thoughts on how it's going though, if anyone has a moment or three...<g>


The Surprise

“So, whacha doin’?”, cooed the voice in my ear. I knew that tone. Elizabeth became the next best thing to a siren when she wanted something, or had something special on her mind. “Special”, of course, meaning some new sex thing or another she’d gotten out of one of her women’s magazines. Or else, it was something we done before that she’d found herself missing the feel, scent, sound, or taste of.

Hey, what can I do? If I knew she had these hedonistic tendencies when I married her, we’d have been engaged three weeks instead of three years.

“Me? I’m not doin’ nuthin’”, I told her, then I covered the phone and mouthed to my secretary to leave us for a bit. Helen nodded, giving that little knowing smile, straightening out her dress and adjusting her stockings as she stood up. She stopped in the doorway and motioned to the lock. Oh yes, I nodded and winked at her. Helen locked the door and went back to the receptionist desk.

“Ya wanna be doin’ somethin’?”, came Elizabeth’s next breathy question. I smiled, picturing her strewn across the divan in my study, something pornographic playing on the widescreen…probably some incense burning on the mantle. Her long, blonde hair would be splayed behind her head, falling across her shoulders and just barely lying along the edges of ample cleavage showing from within a slightly too small bit of lingerie, under a barely there silk robe I bought her for one of our anniversaries.

Which anniversary is silk anyways? Oh well, I forget. ‘Sides, that’s what search engines are for, or personal assistants, like Helen.

“Mmm,” I said, playing along,”something special in mind, or is it a surprise?” I was crossing my fingers and knocking on the desk for surprise. Does knocking on particle board count? I mean, it looks nice enough, and is a pretty sturdy desk…has certainly held me and whomever up on numerous occasions…but it’s not made of solid wood by any stretch of the imagination.

Elizabeth, however, knew how to stretch an imagination further and farther than anyone I’d ever heard of, let alone someone I actually knew. She answered, “Yes”. I laughed and she giggled in my ear. The sound sent a thrill through my brain and right down my spine. My very toes tingled.

The rest of the day was almost superfluous. I had meetings, spoke when I needed to, listened the rest of the time, but my thoughts were miles away. I'll just read Helen's minutes later on. She's a very capable assistant, after all.

Driving home, I thought I'd managed to get away with missing the afterwork gridlock, but no such luck. Sitting in the slow moving sea of cars, I listened to something sensual and instrumental on the disc player. Not sure what it was, just an easy, bluesy, jazzy thing to put me even more in the mood. The last time Elizabeth had said she had a surprise, it had been her and Helen waiting for me on the bigger than king-sized bed we had in our playroom.

They'd been dressed in soft silks and wearing stiletto-heeled shoes, their legs covered in simply scrumptious looking fishnets. That had been a double surprise. I hadn't known she'd been aware of Helen's interest in me (and vice versa), nor had I pictured Helen as Elizabeth's type.

Upon reaching home, I opened the door of our condo quietly and stepped into the foyer. No sign of anything right away. No visual sign, I should say. There was a scent in the air that eluded me at first, but then I placed it. It was that sort of odd odor that you find in a new car, or on opening a box full of that bubble wrap stuff they used for protecting things.

The smell of rubber. Freshly exposed to air, never been used for much of anything.

Intrigued, I made my way into the place. I peeked my head into the living room, then walked by and did the same to the dining room. There I found a small sign. It had obviously been made on the computer upstairs, and was taped to a clothes hanger that was dangling from the chain to the overhead light and fan combo that was centrally located above the table.

"Come out to the garage.”, was all it said, although it did have a large stylized capital E on it as a signature. I smiled and headed that way, pausing just long enough to remove my coat and jacket. I draped them over one of the dining room chairs and slipped into the kitchen.

As I put my hand on the knob of the door leading to the garage, I notice it also had a sign. “Stop. Turn around. Bring one of the packages on the counter with you. (No peeking.)”

I paused. A little sigh escaped my lips as I looked at the packages as instructed. “’Curiouser and curiouser’…what game are we playing today?”, I mumbled aloud to myself.

The packages seemed identical. They all appeared to be a pencil box doctored up with a kind of batik surface on top of which sat a similarly decorated bucket. Inside the bucket was a number of bottles, jars, and small objects wrapped in crepe paper that coordinated with the batik. Elizabeth certainly seemed to be going all out.

I took the blue one. It seemed a friendly shade, and wasn’t the sort of colour I tended to choose off the bat. Even without knowing what was going on, I was trying to outthink Elizabeth.

It seemed heavy in my hands, which I knew was just the anxiety of the moment speaking, but I took box and pail and once more approached the door to the garage. It opened just as easily as always, which meant that it moved with no problem for about 30 degrees and then made a thin, highpitched squeal of a squeek that echoed in my ears as it launched itself into the darkness before me.

“’Lizabeth?”, I called out, “are you here? I have the blue package, if it makes a difference.”

There was no immediate answer. Then, with no warning, a blue spotlight came on from the rafters. It fell a short distance ahead of me, illuminating a big, padded chair of the kind you might find in a barbershop or dentist’s office. “Have a seat”, said a warm, familiar voice from out of the dark. “Take off your pants first”, Elizabeth added as I’d gone to sit down.

I still wasn’t sure what was going on, but I played along. Slowly, I undid my belt and then unfastened my slacks. First the right and then the left, I kicked off my penny loafers and eased the material down my hips and thighs. I could feel the goosebumps rising as I stripped off my pants completely. Looking down, I realized they weren’t the only things to have risen.

My cock was almost hard. It laid inside my briefs, the tip making a damp spot where the fabric brushed against it. With every movement I made, every second of even the slightest of motions under the unseen eyes of Elizabeth and who knows who else, I was getting harder and harder.

I finished with my slacks and kicked them off towards the shadowy edge of the spotlight’s circle. Turning to sit on the chair, as ordered, I was stopped by the same voice. “Underwear too”
,they said, and I smiled thinking of the look Elizabeth undoubtedly had on her face at that moment.

“As you wish”, I said. I stepped up to the hot spot for the light, and rotated my hips a little bit. Hooking my fingers in the waistband, I considered whether to creep them down a little at a time, but then decided to just go for it. In one swift motion, I dropped to a crouch, dragging the briefs down, and then straightened back up, releasing them, and stepping out of them. Kicking those aside as well, I again turned to the chair and sat back on it.

The stillness in the shadows waffled slightly as my cock had come into view, and now actually broke with low murmured hmmms and soft giggles mixed with the sound of hungry tongues licking their way across wanton lips. I tried to ignore it, even though it confirmed that Elizabeth was not here by herself. That knowledge, however, made me squirm a bit in the chair and my cock lifted itself even more out of my lap.

 

[Black Tulip]

Remec,

I thought you were going for phone sex for a moment. Nice surprise, just like the one about Helen.

Makes me wondering what is the surprise waiting for him.
What will she do?

Nothing jumps at me while reading it so far. Go finish it.

 

[SummerMorning]

Shall we have a new challenge? I'll come check if anybody has posted in about an hour of timewaste... ahh... what luxury!

 

[Dingus Guy]

Shall we have a new challenge? I'll come check if anybody has posted in about an hour of timewaste... ahh... what luxury!

Summer give us the challenge and we will be on our way.

 

[SummerMorning]

Fine!

Since I seem to be challenged for writing longer pieces, let's make a longer one.

***

3,000 words
should include five different characters
a citation from the kama sutra
there should be no BDSM (because we seem to be including it a lot )

the following items:
a songbird
a silk ribbon
hemp rope
(I was going to add a garden swing, but that would be just too obvious)

and just to add more trouble to the story:
falling in love

By next Sunday, ok?

 

[Dingus Guy]

Fine!

Since I seem to be challenged for writing longer pieces, let's make a longer one.

***

3,000 words
should include five different characters
a citation from the kama sutra
there should be no BDSM (because we seem to be including it a lot )

the following items:
a songbird
a silk ribbon
hemp rope
(I was going to add a garden swing, but that would be just too obvious)

and just to add more trouble to the story:
falling in love

By next Sunday, ok?

3,000 now that is evil

 

[Guest]

Falling in love? That would require romance, wouldn't it? UGH! I can't write romance to save my life, lol.

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[Dingus Guy]

Falling in love? That would require romance, wouldn't it? UGH! I can't write romance to save my life, lol.

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With those buttocks, I am sure you can think of something.

 

[Guest]

LOL, was that a compliment or were you trying to send a hint that I needed to get my big butt off the screen?? hehehe

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[Dingus Guy]

LOL, was that a compliment or were you trying to send a hint that I needed to get my big butt off the screen?? hehehe

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LOL I leave my words to be interpretted by my readers.

 

[Guest]

LOL I leave my words to be interpretted by my readers.

Well, that's no help! lol

 

[Dingus Guy]

Well, that's no help! lol

I wasn't trying to.

 

[Guest]

Well, it doesn't matter. I was going to change it anyway. I think I have horrified enough people.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Well, it doesn't matter. I was going to change it anyway. I think I have horrified enough people.

Geez one little comment and we lose her bum

 

[Guest]

Geez one little comment and we lose her bum

Nah, I was going to change it anyway. I just hadn't gotten around to it yet.

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[SummerMorning]

That, Crimson, was quite unfair! You've made kissing up to you that much less pleasurable - give me your luscious buns over dancing Calvin any day!

It was a nice behind, btw... and now you've gone and taken away our little chew toy! Don't you know males get attached and possessive, just like small furry marmosets and spotted chipmunks...

 

[Dingus Guy]

That, Crimson, was quite unfair! You've made kissing up to you that much less pleasurable - give me your luscious buns over dancing Calvin any day!

It was a nice behind, btw... and now you've gone and taken away our little chew toy! Don't you know males get attached and possessive, just like small furry marmosets and spotted chipmunks...

Well my next challenge was going to have furry marmosets, but now seeing how easily you put it in your sentence there is no challenge there. sigh...

 

[Guest]

That, Crimson, was quite unfair! You've made kissing up to you that much less pleasurable - give me your luscious buns over dancing Calvin any day!

It was a nice behind, btw... and now you've gone and taken away our little chew toy! Don't you know males get attached and possessive, just like small furry marmosets and spotted chipmunks...

Sorry, sorry, but my butt couldn't stay up there forever. Calvin will be replaced by something else soon. It's just a temp av.

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[SummerMorning]

*grumble, grumble*

ok... we forgive you

phew... sure hope those emoticons convey something meaningful

 

[Guest]

*grumble, grumble*

ok... we forgive you

phew... sure hope those emoticons convey something meaningful

LOL

 

[Black Tulip]

Umh, I like the current AV CM.

Nothing to do with competition of course!
Just sour grapes that there's no one to take sexy pictures of my body parts.

3.000 words? Are you a sadist? Or a madman? Jeez.
Half of us couldn't get the treasure hunt finished because it took them too long. What are you thinking?

 

[Guest]

He's trying to torture us, lol. I am still trying to finish my fetish story. It's not that it's long, it is just that I haven't had the desire the write lately. Not sure what it is...


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