Writing Challenge: 50 Words -- With a Twist

Lucid thoughts ran through his mind as he traced the tulip across her breasts and down between her legs. Cupid had shot his arrow straight up the young man's ass; he was in love, no doubt about it. And the only thing that was very important now, was getting pussy.

(Exactly fifty words, yay spaghetti yay.)

spaghetti, accident, evidently
 
One spaghetti strap fell down her arm as she slid in the booth with him.

"Evidently you need me to dance for you." She covered the bulge in his pants and squeezed.

The lap dancer sat on the table's edge. "We don't want an accident in there, do we now?"

stalk, horse, gooseberry
 
His member stood erect, a slight curve at its base not unlike a stalk of celery. Gardening was her first love and he... he might become her second.

"Care for a gooseberry?" she asked, indicating her nipples.

"No, thanks," he replied, nickering like a horse. "I'm a strawberry man myself."


New words: lampshade, furry, disillusioned
 
lampshade, furry, disillusioned

Inwardly groaning, she rolled her eyes upward; the tables lampshade had collected so much dust it looked.....furry.

"Right luv;--But berry in the mouth is better than two in the --" she stalled cold, disillusioned consternation playing over her 'too gaunt' features.

"Spaghetti strap" girls hand tunneled(47); He jumped, "WOof."


new words
lecherous, gawdy, obtuse
 
lecherous, gawdy, obtuse

Burt seemed obtuse to the casual observer but he never missed a thing. He could even recall every gawdy detail of the supposedly sexy outfits the hookers he bedded had worn. As he screwed yet another of the young whores he favored she cried out, “Oh you are lecherous bastard!”

Pugnacious, Precious, Perdition
 
Pugnacious, precious, perdition

“Pugnacious little girl, aren’t you?” Lucifer held her wrists as she struggled, her feet searching for the ground. She twisted and writhed in her attempt to break free.

“Such a precious child, so full of fire,” he continued. “I look forward to jousting with you on your journey to perdition.”

Breeze, intimidate, broken
 
Breeze, intimidate, broken

"Broken dreams intimidate the best of us." she encouraged almost sheepishly "Is that why you avoid me?" he asked, nailing her. Her eyes went "doe-wide." The breeze played with her hair.
He stepped closer, "Is it?"
"No. I just-" he silenced her with his mouth(46) A whimper excaped her.


Spider, salacious, salute
 
Spider, salacious, salute

“I salute whoever designed this thing,” Robert exclaimed, holding up the spider gag. “Open wide.”

As he approached, Sadie fought against the ropes holding her in place. Her mouth remained closed.

His boot pressed down on her bare toes; her lips parted.

“There,” he tightly buckled the gag. “Utterly salacious!”

Trophy, truth, steel
 
"In truth? You're just a trophy wife to Conrad."

Barbara shook her head. "He loves me," she breathed.

Isaac laughed. "He loves your money. Why not come away with me?"

She grasped the scissors on the desk; his paunch pressed to her.

"No!" She pushed the steel through his shirt.

Glass, Drop, Instinct
 
Glass, drop, instinct

Claire had stared at the man all night; finally he approached her. Instinct made her drop to her knees before him.

“I see you know your place,” he smiled. “Look at me.”

When their eyes met, she felt like she was made of glass and he could see her soul.

pliable, wretched, serene
 
"You think you're so fucking serene!" Chloe's voice echoed in the cellar. She fought ropes, binding her nakedness to the wooden shaft.

His slow circumlocution let him watch her wretched attempts to free herself. He pulled her hair, dragging her ear to his mouth.

"A pliable little body," he whispered.

Solid, Tight, Pineapple.
 
solid, tight pineapple

Sophie's moans were muffled as he ploughed his solid length into her tight, willing mouth.
Fingers wound in her hair, guiding her past inexperience as he covered her tongue with it's prize.
"Well...?" He asked.
After a breath, with a mischievous grin, she sighed.
"Wasn't too bad...tasted like pineapple..."


dark, thunder, velvet
 
Sophie's moans were muffled as he ploughed his solid length into her tight, willing mouth.
Fingers wound in her hair, guiding her past inexperience as he covered her tongue with it's prize.
"Well...?" He asked.
After a breath, with a mischievous grin, she sighed.
"Wasn't too bad...tasted like pineapple..."


dark, thunder, velvet

He thrust his shaft into her velvet pie, looking down at her with dark brooding eyes. The thunder from the orchestra muffled her response. He groaned with desire and came suddenly with a silly look on his face.

"Same time next Tuesday, Edith? Meet you here after choir?"

Licking
rumpled
mercy
 
Licking, rumpled, mercy

“That’s where you belong, isn’t it?”

Zoe moaned in agreement as she continued licking his cock. On her knees, her clothes rumpled around the ropes that hugged her securely; that’s where she belonged.

Suddenly he grabbed her hair and showed no mercy as he thrust his cock down her throat.

Yearning, green, poor
 
"Poor girl." He sat on the bed she was secured to and looked at her. He smiled; his usual cold, selfish grin. He tipped up the cup of green tea, dribbling the hot liquid in her navel. "You have such a yearning," he whispered, tilting the cup over her pussy.

Ice, Leaf, Song.
 
diner, toast, cigarette

His last cigarette burned in the ashtray before him, the uneaten toast sitting stale on the table. It wasn’t the diner; it was her.(24) Her watched her work; watched the way her body moved beneath her uniform…(37) She was so totally unaware of him. He would change that; and soon.

indelibly, searing, hate
 
Indelibly, searing, hate

She screeched piercingly and fought violently against her bonds as he pressed the searing hot metal into her skin, indelibly marking her as his. Her thoughts tumbled over each other, a whirl of contradictions: I love him; I hate him; I need him; I hate him; I belong to him.

Sway, nail, numb
 
She screeched piercingly and fought violently against her bonds as he pressed the searing hot metal into her skin, indelibly marking her as his. Her thoughts tumbled over each other, a whirl of contradictions: I love him; I hate him; I need him; I hate him; I belong to him.

Sway, nail, numb

Minna twirled around the pole, holding sway over the audience in front of her. She was impervious, almost numb, to the hungry eyes that raked over her naked body. Her mother would have said this was another nail in the coffin; working in a sin bin, going to hell fast.

red, fuzzy, stiletto
 
"Damn it's so fuzzy man. It's like a dream." He spoke into his phone.

"You're saying it wasn't real?" Josh replied.

"Hell no, how could it be real? My anthropology Prof? In a red dress?"

"You forgot the stiletto heel. On your chest."

"Trust you to remember that, you perv."

Slap, Join, Radio.
 
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Slap, join, radio

“Slap your thigh and turn around…” a voice on the radio sang.

“Join me in a dance?” Connor extended his hand to the tightly bound and gagged girl lying on the bed.

She whimpered, shaking her head. He scooped her up, draped her over his shoulder and continued his dance.

Sail, deny, palm
 
Sail, deny, palm

A lone palm and a tiny sail boat were the only witnesses to the scene on the deserted island.

“Deny yourself,” He said sternly.

“But Master, the tickle of your skillful tongue destroys my will,” She moaned plaintively.

“Don’t fail me!” He warned and continued to feast upon her sex.

Persimmon, Kumquat, Blood
 
Persimmon, kumquat, blood

“Ladies and gentlemen, dessert is served!”

Naked and bound to the table, a girl formed the platter for an array of exotic fruits. Persimmon filled her mouth; sliced kumquat covered her eyes; blood orange segments circled her breasts; pineapple dripped between her thighs. Every inch of her could be devoured.

Solitary, tiresome, unit
 
Solitary, tiresome, unit

The solitary figure stood motionless and fearful with his large unit dangling seemingly lifeless between his legs.

“Your cock is long and fat, my dear, but your technique is tiresome, unimaginative and has little effect. I am off to find a man that can please my cunt,” She said derisively.


Lederhosen, Bridge, Fallacy
 
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