Writing Challenge: 50 Words -- With a Twist

He silently left the town. The girl he had bedded would turn come morning and she would finish ravaging what was left of it by tomorrow night. Then she too would no doubt snuffle in the wind as she hit the road towards her own coffin and her day's sleep.





stinging gorgeous greedily
 
She greedily took every morsel but too slowly. The gorgeous morning sun would catch her. She felt the stinging rays that would put an end to her transformation. Her once beautiful form was not a smoldering mass headed for eternal damnation and darkness. He would find no solace only loneliness.

Paper
Car
Room
 
The room décor caught her off guard. He brought the bags from the car. A complimentary paper lay on the desk. No view, no Jacuzzi, and too noisy. Not the level of comfort they were used to.
“Not suitable ? We’re leaving.”
Back to the car and off they were.
Blue
Dreams
Wet
 
She was in a blue mood from the disappointing journey. Their time together was very precious to both of them. They had little time to waste and dreams to fulfill. Whenever she was with him she wished to stay wet and hungry. Now she neither. He shared her same feelings.

Legs
Pink
Fruit
 
Her legs were curled under her in the seat as he drove. Reaching over she grabbed her hand and squeezed lightly.

“Remember the last weekend we were together Don? My cheeks were pink for days.”

I remember your lips were as sweet as fruit.” He replied with his sexy smile.

Anxious
Aroused
Massaging
 
They were anxious to make their getaway. Thoughts of a three-day weekend had them both aroused. His hand was alternately stroking and massaging her thigh. Once off the interstate and away from prying eyes he slid his hand higher.
“No panties?”
“I wanted you to feel how wet I am.”

Tease
Plunge
Peach
 
“I love it when you’re such a tease.” He moaned.
Leaning across the seat nipping his ear Monica whispered, “I know.”

She rocked her hips as his finger rubbed against her pussy that was as soft as a peach. Pushing forward a little more he took the first plunge deep inside.

Hotel
Elevator
Hot
 
This hotel made them forget all about their last tryst. In the elevator she kissed him passionately letting her tongue dance with his. Once in the room he stripped off her dress. She wore only a garter belt stocking and bra. Hot was too inadequate a word to describe her.

Erect
Bath
Toes
 
Walking to the Jacuzzi tub she bent over and poured some bath salts in the hot water.

“We have a few hours to make up for our lost time Don.” She said as she pulled him towards the tub.

Slipping in between his naked legs her toes curled over his.

Relaxed
Fingers
Gliding
 
Gliding back and forth she could feel his erection pressed against her. She relaxed and sank back resting on his chest. With the fingers of his left hand he lightly pinched her nipples while his right hand slipped beneath the water and between her legs. Her sighs told him everything.

Slick
Towel
Knees
 
They enjoyed their time relaxing together in the tub until the water was getting cool. Monica stepped out of the tub slick from the water and bubbles then reaching down for his hand, taking the towel she slowly started to dry his beauty. On her knees she discarded the towel.

Veins
Oozed
Licked
 
The veins on the underside of his cock pumped blood into the soft tissue and he was hard in moments. She licked his sack just to tease him. Pre cum oozed from the tip. She milked a huge drop and as he watched she picked it off with her tongue.

Repeated
Willing
sweet
 
“Disgusting. Simply disgusting,” Agnes repeated to herself. Watching their hijinx was like willing an accident to happen. And most of the time it did. Predictable.

Switching the channel on the television to the Soap Network, she exclaimed “Sweet! Just in time for the latest episode of ‘As the Stomach Turns‘.”


New words: bologna, cheesecloth, smarmy
 
"Bologna isn't a traditional mozzarella producing region," said the Duke in his smarmy voice. "However, we pride ourselves on being innovative. We've developed a special cheesecloth for just this eventuality. Ah. However, since we've been mistakenly provided with a male buffalo for this exercise...if everyone could step back slowly..."

Cafe, Concert, Song
 
café, concert, song

The old woman sat in a darkened corner of the café, reminiscing. She wondered if anyone else remembered the final concert; the song he had dedicated to her. Tipping the pint bottle of whisky to her lips, she swallowed, the wistful smile on her face becoming a rictus. Probably not.

New words: corset, cantaloupes, daring
 
They met in the café for a Saturday brunch. That evening they were to go to a concert in the park. She bought tickets months ago because Twist Top’s “Knuckles to the Ground” was her favorite song. This was going to be great fun at least for both of them.

Hills
Road
Oranges
 
Miss Shapely-Sterne's corset was indeed daring. Several of her staff had commented upon the matter. It was finally left to the gardener, Mellons, who was invited in to settle a wager. "Yes, they look like cantaloupes." The chamber maid whooped then covered her mouth, stifling a giggle. "Told you."
 
Colette cupped her breasts - two perfectly shaped oranges - and almost as firm. Dr. Brownstein had done a brilliant job of repaving what he had called “mere hills”. He worked wonders with his scalpel. If only he hadn’t placed a “road closed” sign in the center of her navel.

New words: indignantly, amateur, crimson
 
He was by no means an amateur in this game. Crimson was the on-line name he used. There was no subject upon which he wouldn’t expound. I made the mistake of question his wisdom once and he responded indignantly. He was as pompous as they come. A world class jackass.

Tire
Pavement
Lines
 
Their weekend came to an end to fast for her liking.

Stepping out of the hotel she saw him checking the air in his tire.

“Is there a problem?” Seeing the lines on his forehead.

“No problems sweetheart, I wanted to do a once over before we hit the pavement.”

Hand
Sunset
Home
 
She kept her hand on his thigh the entire ride home. She looked at the soft red-orange sunset. It would be six or seven weeks before they would be together again. She was already missing him.
“When we get to my place you’ll have time to come in won’t you?”

Door
Sofa
Hat
 
Arriving in front of her home, he picked up her bag and headed for the door. Once inside he sat down her bag and hung up his hat.

Picking her up he carried her to the sofa and kissed her cheek.

“Saying goodbye gets harder for me every time” He whispered.

Cherished
Held
Love
 
He truly cherished everything about her. Falling in love as an adult was so very different. He wanted a life with her. He held tightly to that dream. She wrapped her arms around him.
“I don’t want to let you go. Spend the night. Please say yes. Say you will.”

Breathless
Watch
Heart
 
Door, Sofa, Hat

His hair was shoulder length with the sort of sheen you get from wearing a baseball-type hat for hours on end. The sofa was worn down and I didn’t really like the way he kissed—too much tongue—but I didn't really care; I just needed a really good fuck.

Breathless, Watch, Heart


sorry about that, took me a while so i missed the advancement of the game. I even forgot a word, crap. Trying to fix. I usually don't mess up like this.
 
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Her pleads made him breathless. He’s never wanted anything more than one more night with her.

Looking at his watch he saw that he had 12 more hours with her and now was the time.

“Monica, I love you with all my heart. Yes I will stay here with you .”

Gripped
Undressed
Tears
 
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