Who, Where, How, What

[SuthernCumfort]

Okey, following in the tradition of other writers who have chosen to do these kinds of threads, I am attempting one of my own.

Four simple qestions can alter your life. The rules of the game are simple. Four questions answered. The answers may be truth or fantasy. Details are a must.

Who you did it with. Where you did it. How you did it. What you did. Is that simple.

The whos, wheres, hows, and whats, are your own creation or can be entirely true. That is writers choice. Have fun, be creative, keep it interesting and go crazy.

 

[girlyboyinskirt]

Ok, sounds like fun, and I will take you up on this challenge.

Who: Myself, my brother and my cousin
Where: Reno Nevada
How: Tried to find our way back to the hotel we were staying in.
What: We were about 8 or 9 years old, and were heading back from the Circus Circus to meet up with my parents at our hotel, and got lost trying to find it again. Basically, we got lost and were wandering around downtown Reno, before we found our way back to the Circus Circus, where we met up with my parents again.

 

[cats]

So it need not be erotic. All right then I have a few.

Who: Myself, friends (technicly emploies of lower rank,) Dave (My bosses boss.)

Where: At a scout camp, in the rock climbing equipment caboose.

How: My boss had retired a rock climbing rope that reached its age of over use. By this I mean a 60ft rope was cut into "no longer useable" 3ft strips.

What: I was board and on my break, so I asked my friends to see if we could use this rope to tie me up and hang me from the ceiling. We did just that, my arms were tied, my hands were tied, my legs were tied, and I was hanging two feet above the ground in the center of the room. So one of my friends decides to get Dave, who was program director (2nd person in charge of the camp). At the same time my other friend is gagging me with a knicker chief, (the triangler peice of cloth that goes around the neck on the uniform,) for added effect. Dave comes in and he has a camera around his neck. He laughs for a bit and the takes a picture. He then leaves, shuts the door and then opens it declaring "I didnt see this" before leaving again.

 

[SuthernCumfort]

Have to post in my own thread!!!


Who: A man
Where: In his bed
How: together and seperate

What: We stare into each others eyes, watching, hoping the other makes the first move. Sighs fill the air, sexual tension is so heavy you could cut it with a knife. He speaks, and I melt. He speaks again, he has completely broken down my defenses. He moves to me, touching my arm. He touches my arm, teasing my skin. He speaks again, I close my eyes. His hands roaming, as if feeling for the first time. He kisses me, igniting my senses. He speaks again, I surrender. He, I, we, well, you know.

 

[chronicle_tenko]

Life changing?

Who: An opponent
Where: A tournament in Alberta
What: A Kickboxing match.

How: It taught me about winning, and the downfall of it, how the belief that winning is everything and the only thing is hollow and false. My opponent was better than me. A good deal better, for 6 rounds he brutalised me, after the tenth second and the fourth hit I was so dizzy and hurt, I knew that I was finished, and he played with me. For agonizing minutes till the bruises on my face and ribs didn't hurt so much, until the dull ache and throb of muscles and bones battered to a breaking point was merely a dull throb against the backdrop of flashing lights and far away sounds, encouragement and gasps, winces and the advice from the corner. Still I hadn't fallen over though I'm sure I'd been unconscious on my feet more than once.

And he stopped, I guess for showboating and to look cool knocking me out with the one big hit. I'd been done for so long that I was almost thankful, ands somewhere some simple instinct showed me his run the wide open stance total disregard he had for anything I could do. And why not? I hadn't landed a blow the entire fight. So he ran up and Planted and threw my kneecap into his jaw and throat, one solid step and thrust. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. In my head I counted past thirty before he moved more than a twitching limb. I won, and he never forgave me for it.

I never finished the rest of the tournament I was too beaten and battered to walk, let alone fight the next day. And the win tasted like ashes in my mouth.

 

[RosiePosie]

Can this be a fantasy?


Who:Vin Diesel, in his Pitch Black glasses and leather pants
Where: Back seat of my daddy's pick-up
How: Anyway the big man wants

What: Things things and more things. Things that required perfect timing. Things that required definate acrobatics. Things that required the perfect balance of stretching and bodily manipulation. Things that require you to jump in the river to cool yourself, no matter how many times things like this happen.

Hope that was what you meant Southern

 

[Otto26]

I never would have done it but for Susie. Beautiful, buxom, bouncy, bitch. God but I love her still! She came at me with eyes that glinted like knives and a hungry mouth and a walk that could make snakes dance. I'd have done anything for the forbidden delights her half-smile promised. Did enough those two years gone.

Didn't want to do it, but those lips, oh those lips! They whispered against my ear and neck while her fingers connived at my destruction. And when I couldn't contain myself any longer her tiny, delighted intake of breath sealed my doom; sealed it with a kiss that I'd sell my soul to remember better. I do remember shaking and being struck dumb as she licked her fingers clean. I should have seen it then, should have thought about how much she enjoyed devouring me.

She hadn't meant to kill him, she claimed. It was an accident. A quarrel gone wrong. He'd pulled a gun on her. Or maybe she'd pulled it in self-defence. She wasn't quite sure; still had to make up her mind. I didn't care. I only wanted to know what I had to do in order to touch the soft paradise that winked at me from beneath the skirt that 'covered' her. She told me.

So I drove the car along the curves of the canyon, more than half-drunk on lust, and doused it in alcohol and pushed it over the edge and climbed down to set it aflame when nature didn't provide. Then I climbed out, walked out, and came home to Susie's waiting note. It professed her undying love for me and prophesized her return, and angel of sex descending from the heavens to reward the faithful.

It made great reading for the police. Oh how they laughed! I laughed too. They thought I was an idiot dupe, but I knew they'd never met Susie.