PricklyRedRose
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Folks,
I have been writing some "long scenes" for my wife and I'm not sure what to do with them. She thinks that I should share them more widely but they aren't really stories because I'm not really interested in writing long visual descriptions or deep character development. Most are in the 1500-3000 word range though I have done a couple of short shorts (under 700 words) just to tickle her fancy.
It looks like Literotica is more focused on stories so maybe this isn't the right place to publish. Here is a sample, so you can see what I am talking about. If you think this kind of writing fits here, please let me know. If there is a better site, I'd appreciate knowing that, too.
Thanks,
PRR
I have been writing some "long scenes" for my wife and I'm not sure what to do with them. She thinks that I should share them more widely but they aren't really stories because I'm not really interested in writing long visual descriptions or deep character development. Most are in the 1500-3000 word range though I have done a couple of short shorts (under 700 words) just to tickle her fancy.
It looks like Literotica is more focused on stories so maybe this isn't the right place to publish. Here is a sample, so you can see what I am talking about. If you think this kind of writing fits here, please let me know. If there is a better site, I'd appreciate knowing that, too.
Thanks,
PRR
EXCERPT FROM "CHAINED"
Joseph opened the package that the courier had brought. The address label had had his name on it but no indication of the sender. Inside the box, he found an elegant leather attache case with an intricately engraved locking brass latch. Inside the case, he found three items: a handwritten note on a single piece of fine handmade paper, a short length of garnet red anodized chain, and a small lock in matching anodized garnet red. The note, written in garnet red metallic ink, read:
Joseph,
Follow these instructions exactly and promptly. Put on this necklace. Lock it securely. Put your wallet and keys and phone into the attache. Lock it closed. Leave the house, carrying the attache and absolutely nothing else (even in your pockets) and walk to the 7-11.
Mandy
Curiosity aroused, he did as he was told. The chain was only 17 inches long. Even with the lock in place, it rode high on his 16 inch neck, a deep red beacon, not at all what he wanted to be wearing for a walk through his neighborhood on a sunny afternoon. He knew Mandy, though, and since she had written “promptly” there was no time for dithering.
It felt wrong, locking the front door behind him and going for a walk with empty pockets. A block from the house, a limo pulled up next to Joseph. The driver rolled down the passenger side window and instructed, “Good afternoon, Joseph. Tug on the lock on your chain; show me that it is secure.” Joseph did as he was told. “Very good. Hand me your attache.” Joseph passed it over. The driver checked the lock. “Very good. You may get in.” The driver returned the case to Joseph.
The car headed downtown with its singularly uncommunicative driver. Arriving at one of the high rise downtown hotels, the driver opened Joseph's door and handed him out with a simple, “Room 701, Joseph.” The doorman directed Joseph to the elevators.
Joseph found the door to room 701 closed but unlatched. Without knocking, he walked in, shut and locked the door. Walking the rest of the way into the room, he found Mandy arrayed in bed, waiting for him, hunger in her eyes.
“Ahhh. Lunch has arrived,” Mandy cooed. “Don't say a word. Just give me a nice strip tease and then come here.”
Joseph, with more than his curiosity aroused, did exactly as he had been told. He kicked off his shoes. Standing between the bed and the sliding glass door, giving Mandy only a silhouette to watch, he hooked his thumbs into his belt line and slowly slid his shorts down his hips. Turning sideways, he continued easing them down, gradually exposing the swollen mound on the front of his jockey shorts. With a quick jerk of his hips, Joseph dropped the shorts to the floor and kicked free of them.
Socks went next, each with a sensual show of leg, tauntingly near to Mandy but never touching her.
Button by agonizingly slow shirt button, Joseph teased Mandy with flashes of skin. Getting impatient, she reached for him but he danced away with an “Uh uh uh. No touching the employees.” She growled and resigned herself to await a better chance to pounce. As the last button came undone, Joseph flashed her a glimpse of fully bare chest before spinning around, back to her.
Mandy licked her lips, flicking her eyes from his ass to his tauntingly slowly revealing shoulders, pecks, and back. Shirt off, Joseph tossed it right at Mandy's face, annoying her. By the time she cleared her vision, he was at the edge of the bed, one foot on the mattress, hot rod very obviously revved up and ready to rumble inside his underwear.
<<<snip>>>
Mandy installed Joseph in the passenger seat. She set him to buzzing and she started to drive. By the time she had gotten a block, she took pity on the squirming gasping guy next to her and turned him off again. This thing was more powerful, and more fun, than she had dreamed.
She drove to the local sub shop and made Joseph come into the store with her while she bought lunch for them... to go. Mandy played with the toy inside Joseph as they waited for their food. With his inside jiggling his knees almost to buckling, she hugged him close and husked into his ear, “Cool. It's completely silent. I can't hear a thing.” Joseph was within seconds of collapsing on the floor when Mandy shut off the vibe, collected their food, and led the way to the car.
Mandy drove to the park. It was crowded with games on all three baseball diamonds. In the center, between the diamonds, was a shelter.
“So here's how 'our' public scene is going to play out,” Mandy began, handing Joseph his sandwich and drink. “You are going to walk out there to that shelter and eat lunch. In public. I am going to stay here and play with you and enjoy the show. In the privacy of my car.”
Joseph started to sweat. He could feel himself swelling as he got out of the car. “Oh no,” he complained when he turned and saw three co-eds take over one of the two tables in the shelter, “we need to go somewhere else.” Without realizing it, Joseph's hand was tugging at the red lock on the red chain around his neck.
“Oh yes,” Mandy grinned from ear to ear. “This is gonna be even better than I had hoped.” She locked the car door, rolled up the window, and brandished the control box for the vibrator inside Joseph's ass.
He blushed for the second time in a day, shook his head, and mouthed, “No.” Mandy laughed heartily and turned him on, low and slow and steady. She motioned him on his way.
Joseph, knees weak, turned again toward the shelter. By concentrating fully and stepping very deliberately, he was able to walk. Over his shoulder, he heard Mandy call, “After you finish your lunch, we'll see what I feel like doing next.” She goosed the vibe briefly, making Joseph stumble and grab a lamp post for support.
Joseph opened the package that the courier had brought. The address label had had his name on it but no indication of the sender. Inside the box, he found an elegant leather attache case with an intricately engraved locking brass latch. Inside the case, he found three items: a handwritten note on a single piece of fine handmade paper, a short length of garnet red anodized chain, and a small lock in matching anodized garnet red. The note, written in garnet red metallic ink, read:
Joseph,
Follow these instructions exactly and promptly. Put on this necklace. Lock it securely. Put your wallet and keys and phone into the attache. Lock it closed. Leave the house, carrying the attache and absolutely nothing else (even in your pockets) and walk to the 7-11.
Mandy
Curiosity aroused, he did as he was told. The chain was only 17 inches long. Even with the lock in place, it rode high on his 16 inch neck, a deep red beacon, not at all what he wanted to be wearing for a walk through his neighborhood on a sunny afternoon. He knew Mandy, though, and since she had written “promptly” there was no time for dithering.
It felt wrong, locking the front door behind him and going for a walk with empty pockets. A block from the house, a limo pulled up next to Joseph. The driver rolled down the passenger side window and instructed, “Good afternoon, Joseph. Tug on the lock on your chain; show me that it is secure.” Joseph did as he was told. “Very good. Hand me your attache.” Joseph passed it over. The driver checked the lock. “Very good. You may get in.” The driver returned the case to Joseph.
The car headed downtown with its singularly uncommunicative driver. Arriving at one of the high rise downtown hotels, the driver opened Joseph's door and handed him out with a simple, “Room 701, Joseph.” The doorman directed Joseph to the elevators.
Joseph found the door to room 701 closed but unlatched. Without knocking, he walked in, shut and locked the door. Walking the rest of the way into the room, he found Mandy arrayed in bed, waiting for him, hunger in her eyes.
“Ahhh. Lunch has arrived,” Mandy cooed. “Don't say a word. Just give me a nice strip tease and then come here.”
Joseph, with more than his curiosity aroused, did exactly as he had been told. He kicked off his shoes. Standing between the bed and the sliding glass door, giving Mandy only a silhouette to watch, he hooked his thumbs into his belt line and slowly slid his shorts down his hips. Turning sideways, he continued easing them down, gradually exposing the swollen mound on the front of his jockey shorts. With a quick jerk of his hips, Joseph dropped the shorts to the floor and kicked free of them.
Socks went next, each with a sensual show of leg, tauntingly near to Mandy but never touching her.
Button by agonizingly slow shirt button, Joseph teased Mandy with flashes of skin. Getting impatient, she reached for him but he danced away with an “Uh uh uh. No touching the employees.” She growled and resigned herself to await a better chance to pounce. As the last button came undone, Joseph flashed her a glimpse of fully bare chest before spinning around, back to her.
Mandy licked her lips, flicking her eyes from his ass to his tauntingly slowly revealing shoulders, pecks, and back. Shirt off, Joseph tossed it right at Mandy's face, annoying her. By the time she cleared her vision, he was at the edge of the bed, one foot on the mattress, hot rod very obviously revved up and ready to rumble inside his underwear.
<<<snip>>>
Mandy installed Joseph in the passenger seat. She set him to buzzing and she started to drive. By the time she had gotten a block, she took pity on the squirming gasping guy next to her and turned him off again. This thing was more powerful, and more fun, than she had dreamed.
She drove to the local sub shop and made Joseph come into the store with her while she bought lunch for them... to go. Mandy played with the toy inside Joseph as they waited for their food. With his inside jiggling his knees almost to buckling, she hugged him close and husked into his ear, “Cool. It's completely silent. I can't hear a thing.” Joseph was within seconds of collapsing on the floor when Mandy shut off the vibe, collected their food, and led the way to the car.
Mandy drove to the park. It was crowded with games on all three baseball diamonds. In the center, between the diamonds, was a shelter.
“So here's how 'our' public scene is going to play out,” Mandy began, handing Joseph his sandwich and drink. “You are going to walk out there to that shelter and eat lunch. In public. I am going to stay here and play with you and enjoy the show. In the privacy of my car.”
Joseph started to sweat. He could feel himself swelling as he got out of the car. “Oh no,” he complained when he turned and saw three co-eds take over one of the two tables in the shelter, “we need to go somewhere else.” Without realizing it, Joseph's hand was tugging at the red lock on the red chain around his neck.
“Oh yes,” Mandy grinned from ear to ear. “This is gonna be even better than I had hoped.” She locked the car door, rolled up the window, and brandished the control box for the vibrator inside Joseph's ass.
He blushed for the second time in a day, shook his head, and mouthed, “No.” Mandy laughed heartily and turned him on, low and slow and steady. She motioned him on his way.
Joseph, knees weak, turned again toward the shelter. By concentrating fully and stepping very deliberately, he was able to walk. Over his shoulder, he heard Mandy call, “After you finish your lunch, we'll see what I feel like doing next.” She goosed the vibe briefly, making Joseph stumble and grab a lamp post for support.
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