Visual Inspiration

[angie girl]

First of all, this thread is inspired by the much loved creator of Society of the Dare. I can never aspire to equal that creation. And if this is gonna work, I gotta do rules and all that stuff. But right now, here is my idea.

Each player in this thread submits, on a certain day and to another player, a Visual Inspiration, that is simply an image from any source whatever (well, we'll deal with the children, rape, animal thing later) and the receiving player will just write a short erotic (or whatever) episode to post as a reply.

If you are a visually erotic person like me, then you might want to play. What I would find interesting, is that if an image that sparks a certain fire in me, inspires the same or totally different fire in ya'll.

If you to me how you feel, then I will go ahead if anyone cares.

 

[Closet Desire]

What's that smell?

Ahhhh...new paint...luv the drapes...and the carpet...to die for!

Rules? We don't need no rulz...hee hee. Can I hang around? Oh yes...white wine pleez...don't mind some horse duvers either. I'll just stand here and hold up the wall while the crowd gathers.

 

[Samuari]

Sounds like fun

I'll stand over here next to CD and find out how he survives with out Baseball, and bar-be-que carry out. White wine? sounds good to me. Iwant to see a few more details before I commit to it though.

 

[Closet Desire]

Let's play...

I've been thinking about this and I really think it's a cool idea. I'm sitting here at my computer surrounded by the images I use when I write. Photos, art, copies of art, book covers, CD-able in a corset, etc. When I go on holiday I carry at least two cameras (a 35mm and a digital) so I can capture images that inspire me. The novel I'm just now wrapping up, The Erotic Mystery of Valldemossa, started out as a digisnap of a monastery high on a cliff in Mallorca. I also find myself watching people and snapping candids--okay, I'll admit it--mostly of women I find attractive, sensual, interesting, or whatever. When I write a story I'll go back to those photos to develop the characters. It helps with details like clothes, shapes, etc.

I think we could do a lot with this idea and I'm ready to play my part.

Good luck with it Angie...a great idea!

 

[catlover]

all I need for visual inspiration is a tour thru my picture album, some of whom are among our SRP colleagues. I get inspired real quickly - just took a peek at Countess DeWinter on another thread and even at 7AM the thoughts start to flow, although there is no way in hell I'll ever to be able to write the way CD, Sam and Angie do.

I like the idea here though and look forward to the posts

[Edited by catlover on 02-20-2001 at 07:30 AM]

 

[Samuari]

7AM the thoughts start to flow, although there is no way in hell I'll ever to be able to write the way CD, Sam and Angie do.

I like the idea here though and look forward to the posts

[Edited by catlover on 02-20-2001 at 07:30 AM]

Hell Cat, you hold your own. Just don't take it too seriously.

 

[binkley]

source material?

I'm game. Are we writing up descriptions of the visuals, or passing around shots, drawings, etc.?

 

[Ticklish Girl]

This looks very interesting. I'd like to join in.

 

[angie girl]

Major Wonderfulness

Wow. Much wow.

Real people answered. Neat people. Best people.

And the rules thing is a problem for poor Angela. Sigh. What if this?

I will post a Visual Inspiration every other Sunday. Then everyone writes their 'inspired' story before the next Sunday posting. Just one image and we all write our inspiration? So, like I post on Sunday, everyone writes within next two weeks? Not real complicted? No joining up or membership problems for dumbo Angie?

Just one major problem. How do I post a pic out here? Help?

And as far as the censorship wonderfulness? I won't post anything of kiddies, or animals or rape. What you answer with? Well, that's not my problem huh?

First Visual Inspiration this Sunday, Feb. 25!

Much kisses to all who play!

Ps. Any ideas on how to get others to play? I know once a thread looks too 'long' I won't check it out. But this is diff. How did the Wonderful Muffin get Society going? Or was it juss her many fans?

 

[FeatherLight]

put your images in the post like this:

< img src="http:www.graphic_address.com" >

Basically, that's it. Just make sure that you don't have the spaces between your <> marks and the words. It should work. Just make sure you either download it to your own site, or have the picture on an original page.

 

[Closet Desire]

Works for me...

...looking forward to it!

 

[angie girl]

put your images in the post like this:

< img src="http:www.graphic_address.com" >

Basically, that's it. Just make sure that you don't have the spaces between your <> marks and the words. It should work. Just make sure you either download it to your own site, or have the picture on an original page.

Well OK. Except I imagine most of the images are gonna just be .jpg files I have snatched from various places. Can I just paste them in? I have tried fooling around with it but haven't succeeded. Help? Anyone?

 

[Samuari]

I think

that images have to have an adddy before they can be added to the forum post. On the front page of the forum (where they list all the boards and who is loged in) there is a faq icon at the top right side. There you will find all the instructions on how to do all most anything that can be done on the boards. Or email Wierd Harold, he knows as much about these scripts as anyone.

 

[FeatherLight]

Sorry.. you can't just paste them in. Unforunately.. that would make it alot easier. It's simple.

Okay, you snatch a picture from an addy, right? K-O. Do you have an account at yahoo? Make up one real quick, just for the sake of this. Next... go to http://www.geocities.com

Enter your email addy (the yahoo you just made up) and the password (same as the email's). After that, click on the option labeled "file manager." Then click "Open file manager."

Once there, there is a button to the upper right hand corner that says "upload files". click it. It takes you to a new screen. See the first space (there should be five) Click on the word browse. Now, find where you saved that snatched image on your computer. (Did you save it to a folder..?) Once you find it, select the item and click "open" (or okay, I can't remember which it says) Once that's done, click "upload".

It will say that it's successfully uploaded. Click on the option to the right of your screen that says "return to file manager".

Once there, your image should now be in the file manger (or the list). Okay, now.. make sure of what it says. Remember if there are capitals or no.

Then you can put in the source addy.

< img src="http://www.geocities.com/youraddynamehere/snatchedfilename.jpg (or JPG, or gif)">

If you need anything else, just let me know. I hope that wasn't too strange. *g*

 

[Closet Desire]

posting images

If you get in a bind on this you can email the jpg to me, I'll store it on http://www.closetdesire.com and then give you the address to the file which you can put in your post. It's not a bother and I already do it quite a lot.

Lemme know.

 

[angie girl]

Drum Roll?

OK. First of all, here is a short list of Litty Writers who want to play. Let me know if this is not correct.

Angie Girl
Closet Desire
FeatherLight
Samurai
binkley
TicklishGirl
CatLover

Any ideas on how to attract new players? Let me know what I can do. I am not sure I am ready to do the 'get on my knees thing' just for the sake of the game, but who knows?

Second, much thanks to FeatherLight and others for a technical assist. Thanks for you offer CD but I think I am OK. So I think I have it figured out!

Here is Visual Inspiration Round 1 starting officially on Sunday, Feb. 25th. Stories are due Friday, Mar. 9th.

<img src="http://www.geocities.com/angie_pc_2000/shrink2.jpg">

Hope you are Inspired!

All Right! As my new roomie would say, Much Pouting! what is wrong with my link? why no image? and I was feeling so good about it...

[Edited by angie girl on 02-22-2001 at 10:00 AM]

 

[catlover]

ooc So I dont have to look at that again!

It was late Saturday night and as my partner and I looked forward to the end of our shift in the patrol car, we were driving down a dark street when we saw a man waving at us, trying to get our attention.

He pointed down an deserted alley and said it looked like a body. Driving down behind the restaurants and through the garbage cans and boxes, there by a dumpster was this figure on the ground, which looked like it was wrapped in saranwrap. With the headlights on the item, we dismounted to get a closer look and sure enough, it did look like a female, and we had to get some of the wrap out of the way to investigate further. Takihg a knife we cut away from the face to determine whether there was breathing. Other than the pink colored wrap there appeared to be no other clothing and we immediately concluded that it was a crime scene. We got on the radio for back-up and emergency medical personnel.

The woman seemed to be alive, but her eyes were shut and she was silent, as we waited for specialists to arrive. We did put a blanket over her, as it was a cold night and her nudity under the wrap didn't seem necessary.

Looking around the area there was a dumpster nearby, and the back doors of buildings, all dark and apparently secured. We marked the area with crime scene tape and checked the closest doors, finding them all locked. A look in the dumpster indicated that it had been used as a shelter, but it was impossible to determine immediately whether it was recent or not.

The medical technician arrived and immediately checked her for a pulse and determined that the woman was alive and called for an ambulance. We were to be off duty in fifteen minutes, after a long day and we were quite tired and cold as well. When the ambulance arrived, she was placed on the gurney and into the vehicle. A search of the area found no clue as to her identity, and other than the man who originally waved at us, apparently noone else had seen anything. He was still in the back of out patrol car, so a brief interrogation gave us nothing to help, but we did get his identification. He had told us that he was walking his dog without a leash and he suddenly ran down the alley. Chasing the dog led him to the body and he quickly ran back to the street and sasw us. I asked him "where is the dog now?" and he replied that he had taken him home nearby and then called us, so there was at least a short time delay.

Then it occurred to us that we should check this out, so we had him take us to his address and there was a dog there. We released him subject to further inquiry and returned to the station to be relieved, and spent a while writing up our report.

 

[binkley]

just couldn't wait

I hope someone enjoys this...

Cheers,
--binkley

My time had come, time for the change. I felt it coming for days now,
the feelings inside my body, the tingling in my legs and stomach, the
pain and eagerness in my cunt. My breasts were a little swollen, much
more sensitive than usual, easy to hurt. The last man to go down on
me, to suck and gobble my aching pussy, looked up in surprise at the
taste: blood, he said. I didn't really understand until he kissed me,
his lips smeared and red. I knew then it was time.

When I was younger, before I understood the change, I used to grow
frightened and hide away dark, secret places, away from the world.
I'd seek somewhere that I'd be alone and safe. But the change was so
strong, so powerful, so unrefuseable, my pussy made me find lovers, to
open myself to them and invite them in, to welcome their thrusts in me
and open me still further. I couldn't wait for those times; I sought
out whatever could fill me up, and still I wasn't satisfied.

As I grew older, I understood the change better, and planned for it.
I arranged meetings with dozens of lovers--as many as I could take
singly or together--, hoping to fill my need. But the change
outsmarted me, always leaving me unsatisfied, turning my hands, my
body, my mouth against me.

Finally, I looked for others like me, others experiencing the change.
We met, we exchanged stories, we found places of solice, we loved each
other and our bodies, we fought against and for the change. That was
the first time I tasted the blood, the richness in another. I went
down on her full pussy, felt the pulsing heat, the fleshy mound
pushing and grinding against my face, her wetness flowing out to me,
the bitter-sweet metal taste matching my own. I loved her; I loved
the change; I loved myself.

Now I am ready, glad for the change. My body warns me, gives me time
to prepare, and when the change comes, I am truly happy.

Here it comes now. The shell starts to form around me, wrapping me
tightly, leaving me to room to struggle, no room to escape, nowhere to
go at all. At first it is translucent, pink-red like the delicious
blood and pussy juices between my legs. but it hardens and turns
opaque like flesh, finally killing me inside. And right as I feel the
last breath leaving me, right as my senses abandon me and cold
darkness takes everything, at that momemt I am finally free.

Later, when the change is done, I am transformed. The shell breaks,
and I step out, brand new to the world, wet, fragile, vulnerable and
beautiful. I stretch my wings, look up to the sky and float off in
the breeze, ready to fill my life again while my wings last, before I
must walk on two legs once more. Then, when I am wingless and bare,
and I begin eating, shitting, peeing; I am once more ugly and
ordinary.

Until the change comes again.

 

[Samuari]

hope I'm not late

Mixed in with the mail, I found this card from my special friend, Matildia:



Dear Sam,

Happy Birthday!
This year I have a very special gift for you. She should be arriving soon, and is yours to play with in any way that you wish for the next 24 hours. She is highly trained, and will provide any personal service that you desire. At the end of the 24 hours the delivery service will pick her up.

Enjoy,
Mattie


A closed van pulled into my driveway, and two men in white uniforms carried a long purple package into my house. Setting it on the floor roughly, one produced a clipboard. “Sign here.” He said, pointing to a line with an ‘x’ on it. I signed and they left.

I walked around the package. Up close I could see that it was a girl wrapped in several layers of purple shrink-wrap, leaving only her mouth, nose and feet exposed. Dimly, through the plastic I could see a nice firm, athletic body. I took a pair of scissors and began to unwrap my present.

 

[Ticklish Girl]

Here goes!

Sharon didn't move as I wrapped her in the purple shrink wrap, leaving only her mouth, nose and bare feet exposed. Her breathing quickened as I wrapped the top half of her face, but remembering my admonition to keep still (not to mention her desire to join our sorority), she did not protest.

I took a step back and surveyed my handiwork. The purple wrap was kind of cute, I thought. After all, it was our sorority color. "Are you okay, Sharon?" I asked.

"Yes, Pledge Mistress," she said.

"All right, then," I said. "We are at the last phase of your initiation. If you can make it through this, you will be a proud sister of Tau Zeta Rho. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Pledge Mistress."

"Very well. Prepare yourself."

She said nothing (she only had permission to speak in answer to a question), just took a deep breath and licked her lips.

I stood over her mummified body, not speaking, just letting my eyes trace the curves of her lean form beneath the plastic. She couldn't see me, because the plastic was wrapped so tightly around her face that she couldn't even open her eyelids. As the minutes passed without a sound from me, she bit her lip and began breathing faster. Even through the plastic I could see the tension in her muscles. She was totally helpless, with no way of knowing what was to come. Although I loved all aspects of initiation, this had to be my favorite part: the anticipation.

Finally, when I was sure she was ready to jump out of her skin, I sat down cross-legged by her feet. Sharon caught her breath at the sudden sound. "You take very good care of your feet, Sharon. That's a fresh coat of nail polish on those toes. Nice color. Red definitely suits you."

She seemed about to speak, but let out a long exhalation instead. Good girl, I thought.

I scootched my butt a little closer to her, then lifted her feet and put them in my lap. "Yes," I murmured. "Very nice feet. Do you get professional pedicures?"

"Y-yes, Pledge Mistress," she said.

"Mmm, I thought so," I said. I traced my index finger down the sole of her left foot. She gasped and her toes twitched. It was a good thing she was blindfolded by the tight plastic, because if she could have seen the sharklike grin on my face she probably would have freaked out.

Pretending not to notice the gasp and twitch, I grasped her foot firmly and continued to trace the sole. This time Sharon giggled a little, then bit her lip. "What's the matter, Sharon?" I asked. My voice dripped with fake concern. "Did I hurt you?" I continued to caress her soft sole as I spoke.

"No, Pledge Mistress." Her voice sounded a little strained.

"Oh, that's good. I'm relieved. I don't want to hurt you, you know. I'm just admiring your soft feet. Why, I'll bet you don't have a trace of a callus anywhere. May I check for myself?"

She grimaced and I couldn't help gloating over her predicament. If she said no, her chances of passing initiation were sunk. But if she said yes, she had to know what I would do next. I waited, my fingers lightly touching the smooth sole of her foot.

Finally she sighed and said, "Yes, Pledge Mistress."

"Excellent, dear. You were a little slow with your response, though. In fact, you took so long I kind of forgot what part of your foot I checked already. So I have to start all over again." She gasped again as my index finger slowly traced a line down the middle of her sole, then back up again. I did it again and again, a little faster each time. Her breathing quickened and her toes wiggled in a most delightful way. Finally I let my fingernails scratch the skin, very lightly, up and down a couple of times. And then I heard it: a little explosive sound, halfway between a snort and a giggle. One of my favorite sounds in the whole world.

"What's the matter, Sharon? You're not ticklish, are you?" I scratched lightly at the ball of her foot and was rewarded with a stream of giggles. Aha -- a sensitive spot. I continued tickling there and watched, thrilled, as Sharon began to giggle and squirm and gasp for breath.

"Well? I asked you a question, Pledge. I expect an answer." I scratched lightly at the ball of her foot. Sharon squealed laughter and tried to pull away. I seized her ankles with my free hand.

"Try that again and you're out," I said. Sharon gasped and her toes curled. "Are you going to be good?"

"Yes, Pledge Mistress! I -- I'm sorry!"

"All right, Sharon. I'll forgive you ... this time. Now answer my question. Are you ticklish?" I started drawing little figure eights all over the sole of her captive foot. Sharon squealed giggles, her toes wiggling wildly. My fingers gradually picked up speed as they traveled from her heel to her toes, seeking out every sensitive spot. Then my other hand repeated this same treatment on her right foot. Her laughter became louder and wilder, and the plastic crackled as her sides heaved. I tickled both feet now, my fingers working them over with devilish speed. All the while I demanded that she answer my question, even though I was tickling her so mercilessly that she didn't have the breath to answer.

"It's such a simple question, really. How am I supposed to know if this tickles you if you won't tell me? Oh, well. I guess I'll have to keep doing it until you decide to speak up."

"Noooo!" she gasped between peals of laughter.

"What's that? No, as in 'No, I'm not ticklish'? But, Sharon dear, how can you not be ticklish? I mean, my fingers are raking repeatedly over your soft little feet. Isn't it maddening?"

"Yeeees!" she squealed. Her entire upper body jiggled as she laughed and gasped under my tickling assault.

"Yes, what?" I prompted. My fingers delicately traced the soft skin at the base of her toes.

"Yes, I'm ticklish!" she howled between giggles.

"Yes, I'm ticklish, what?" I began gently scratching her arch, provoking another burst of laughter. I couldn't tell if her face was turning purple or if it was just the shrink wrap.

"YES, I'M TICKLISH, PUH-PUH-PLEDGE MISTRESS!!!" she screamed. Her entire body tensed as the shrieks of laughter continued to pour out of her.

"Really? I had no idea. I suppose I ought to stop then, hm?" My fingers quit moving and I gently took her feet out of my lap. It took a few minutes for Sharon to calm down. She wasn't entirely calm, however, because I was pretty sure I saw stiff nipples poking against her shirt. I stored away the image for the long session of self-pleasuring that I planned to enjoy once she left.

When her breathing returned to normal I said, "Well, Sharon, I have some good news for you. You've passed the initiation! You're a TZR sister now. What do you think?"

Her sightless head turned in the direction of my voice and a huge grin spread over her face. "I passed? Oh my god! I'm so happy! Thank you, Pledge Mistress!"

"No need to thank me," I said. "Actually, I should thank you. You have the softest, most sensitive feet I've ever had the pleasure of working on. In fact, I enjoyed working on them so much, I think I'm not going to cut you loose just yet." She gasped and stammered a protest as I grabbed her foot and started raking my nails over the sole. Her helpless squeals and giggles again filled the room. I must have tickled her for about twenty minutes before deciding, reluctantly, to quit. I didn't want her to wet her pants or lose consciousness.

But when I finally relented and cut her loose, I got the surprise of my life. Once we both stood up, Sharon pulled me to her and gave me a long, deep kiss. My breasts brushed against hers, and I realized that I had been correct: her nipples were very hard. And when she broke the kiss a few delightful moments later, so were mine.

"Having my feet played with gets me soooo hot," she whispered. "How about you?"

"Come back to my room and find out," I said.

"Lead the way," she replied, giggling.

I did just that, and then Tau Zeta Rho's newest sister proceeded to thrill me -- all the way down to my toes.

 

[angie girl]

"I couldn't tell if her face was turning purple or if it was just the shrink wrap."

Oh Ticklish! I laughed till I almost wet my panties! I loved it! Thanks for playing.

 

[catlover]

TG's post

So did I (altho wearing no panties) and sent her an e-mail and told her so!

 

[angie girl]

Re: TG's post

So did I (altho wearing no panties) and sent her an e-mail and told her so!

No panties Catlover! the boys are gonna look up your skirt ya know?

 

[catlover]

well - angie - it would solve your little problem! Besides - if someone finds me in a skirt they can look up it any time they want!

 

[angie girl]

Round Two

OOC: Well only three of us 'played' but I will try at least one more round. Will post tomorrow, Sunday Mar. 10th with responses due by Friday, Mar. 23rd. Anyone may join in.

If anybody has any suggestions on how to improve this idea please email me or post it here.

Oh, and I didn't post anything this time because real life reared its ugly head but I will from now on.