Not big, not clever, just determined.
Do you like phone sex? What about phone sex between two cheating partners while their spouses are asleep?Do you like rulers? What about if that ruler was put to good bad use on a sexy woman in her home office?Find out how the above are connected and what happens between the pair of horny would-be lovers as they edge towards completion in Temptation Calling . I hope you enjoy it.
I echo what sprite and the others say: have a go at writing it yourself. It'll feel more personal to your gf. I tried writing one://finance163.ru/stories/monster-sex/whats-eating-chelsea-lake.aspxIt was difficult for me, as it's not my scene, and is nowhere near the league of the other authors contributing to this thread, but that made it all the more of a challenge for me.Take the plunge and write it. Penning stories is fun!
Ummm, no. <img src="/images/emoticons/embarassed.gif" alt="Embarassed"> I could barely see after a bunch of shots and a fifth of a bottle of neat Vodka, let alone work a damn condom. She was on the pill... and engaged... and we never used one throughout the affair. Stupid in retrospect during the 90s, I guess.Two things came out of that relationship when it ended: 100% condom wearing and a hatred of neat Vodka. Live and learn.
My tale of a guy in the right place at exactly the right time to witness a voyeuristic bedroom act didn't receive much airtime with readers at its release. Maybe the category isn't well-read. Maybe it was perceived as a bog-standard voyeur tale. Maybe it wasn't fast-paced enough. Who knows, but I enjoyed writing the way it twisted.I had plans to invite another author to write the story from the female perspective. Maybe highlighting "Window of Opportunity" here will provide the exposure needed for a Lushie to step up and take on the challenge of telling the girls' side, because I think there's a lot of fun to be had with the idea of why they did what they did. Please drop me a line if you're interested.Either way, I hope you enjoy this unconventional voyeur story second time around.
Still haven’t decided which script software program I’ll use FinalDraft, FTW. Sorry for the OT comment.Back on-topic, I've not been published yet. Thought about it, couldn't be arsed. Maybe one day.
Oooh, I missed this thread, sorry. I'll play.I'm a serial versioner + saver. If I know I'm making significant edits I'll save a new version, or sometimes v1 is just the first 1-2K words and then I save a new version in case the disk craps out and loses what I've written. Backup backup backup.Either way, old versions of all my stuff are always available, even though I rarely open them again unless I want to pull a line forward that I thought wouldn't work but ends up fitting in a later context.Like PhilU, I'm surprised in retrospect by how little the beginnings change from v1 to final draft. Sometimes it's the odd word for atmosphere or I'll shuffle sentences around for impact. There have been pieces that I start in the middle and work out, but I think a vast number of my stories start from a spark of a first line or setup so it generally stays.Here's one that I did consciously alter slightly for what became Timestones : First Draft I've heard all the taunts before, but they still hurt, chipping away at what little self-confidence remains. As if I don't know I'm different from all the other kids. Black jeans. Trench coat. Eyeliner. Trivium T-shirt over Bieber or Taylor Swift. Docs, not Converse. Final Draft I don't need reminding I'm different from the other kids, but they do it anyway, eroding my self-confidence like waves pounding the headland. Sure I wear black jeans, trench coat and eyeliner. Docs, not Converse. Trivium on my playlist over Bieber or Swift. But so what? Once I'd got to the end of the writing process and his character had this hapless romantic streak, I thought the simile just worked better and was less on-the-nose than the first version. Also, the more conversational style lent a little atmosphere to his inner voice that had developed as the story unfolded, so I altered the beginning to match.The other piece that changed a fair bit was Thirteen Steps from Heaven or Hell . The story nearly - very nearly - never made it to publication because I was so frustrated with how the payoff didn't match the setup after eight fucking months of rewrites and edits.Glad I persevered as it's my most highly decorated piece of work to date. And it was pretty much all down to changing the intro. I lost count of the number of times I reworked the entire first four paragraphs before it clicked. It's up there with fuzzy's numbers in the low hundreds.Here's the jumbled first draft which is embarrassing in its inpetitude to convey anything: The rain tore from the sky, fat droplets hammering the driveway as I knocked on my neighbour's front door. Blue, like those short, summer dresses she favours. Such details were hard not to miss, especially when she bent over to coochie-coo her baby girl in the pram. Last time she did that was a couple of days ago while I was washing the alloys on my Audi, crouched with the hose. She wore cute panties. White. Tanga style, partway between a bikini and thong. When she straightened to head for the park, she threw a glance over her shoulder and I quickly averted my gaze. I think she knew. And here's the final draft, lengthened and embellished to set up the tension of later teases, a more movie-esque quality to it overall: The rain tore from the sky, fat droplets hammering the driveway and bouncing almost to my knees as I rapped on my neighbour's front door. Royal blue, I noted, like those short, summer dresses she favours. Like the polka dot number that barely reached her thighs the other day while I was crouched washing my car wheels.The memory was as clear as the sky had been ten minutes before. She'd breezed past, all legs, hips and temptation, pushing the pram on her way to the park, barely acknowledging me. When she paused a little further on and bent to coochie-coo her baby girl, I nearly dropped the hose as the hem ascended to reveal cute white tanga panties. They hugged the upper part of her incredible behind, leaving half-moons of tender flesh visible beneath.Time froze, for how long I couldn't say. Short enough to tease. Long enough for it to surely not be accidental. I knew I shouldn't stare but it was impossible to pass up the voyeuristic opportunity, firming desire immediately beginning to make its presence felt against the fabric of my shorts. She truly was something else. Magnetic.The spell was only broken when the hose jet caught the Audi's wheel arch, deflecting spray all over me. I spluttered and corrected its angle, water dripping from my chin and the silver paintwork. When she straightened, she threw a glance over her shoulder and flashed a grin before continuing up the street. I think she knew. A vastly different feel to it. And that seemingly simple change springboarded a flurry of edits on the day I submitted it, right up to pasting it into the Lush editor where I was still making minor tweaks to the odd word to improve the flow for the reader.I sometimes hate being a perfectionist and my own worst critic, but occasionally lightning strikes and this is the result, and it makes me chuffed to bits to be a writer.
ILY Wordsmith, but why are you even here? Good point. Enjoy your dragons and boobies and incest, everyone. I'll show myself out before I get <img src="/images/emoticons/kickbutt.gif" alt="kickbutt">
GOT all the way. Bewbs, dragons, fights, bewbs, threesomes, zombies, bewbs. Oh, I'm down with the bewbs. I woke up for those bits. There weren't enough in Breaking Bad, which must be why you nodded off <img src="/images/emoticons/evil6.gif" alt="evil4">
Am I the only one who was put off by all the hype and never watched a single minute of the show? I was lured by the hype, watched the first episode, got bored, woke up every time Emilia Clarke was nekkid (see above screen grab), got to the end, went "Meh, what was all the hype about?" and moved onto Breaking Bad instead, which is so well written it ought to be illegal. Slow-burn TV, for sure, but damn it's good.Both GoT and BB have 9.5 on IMDB so clearly the target audiences are satisfied by both series'. If you like fantasy, you'll probably love Thrones. If you like drama, tension, and good dialogue, look elsewhere.
I have never watched an episode of GOT! You're not missing much, apart from hours of head-scratching not knowing whether the twaddly names they're using refer to characters or places or both.
It's bumpy in here again. Fourth time today I'm being tossed around, bashing into Josh and Alfie and that new guy with the extra long tail. Ben, I think he's called. He's a strong swimmer. Gonna have to watch him; learn from him. I try to focus, throbbing headache, tumbling until I don't know which way I'm facing, crashing into the sides of the pink sphere. I try to latch onto its...
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I half expect the cavernous silence over the phone line to end in a click and the dial tone. As the moments tick by, the fact it doesn't begins to worry me just as much. It means she's considering my offer. Too late to take it back. Willing my heart to stop thumping in case it wakes my wife one floor above the living room in which I sit, I wait. The softness of the sofa contrasts with...
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The house was unusually silent when I returned from work. I stood in the downstairs hallway a moment, straining to hear any signs of my wife. Nothing. Strange. Her car was in the driveway. "Anna?" No reply. The mirror alongside the front door reflected only my unshaven features that I rubbed once. My eyes appeared duller blue than usual, I was sure. The merger was more complicated than...
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The convulsions that gripped and jerked her kneeling body died away the moment he removed the wand vibrator from her shiny clit. But far from bringing relief, the interruption to the teen's impending climax made her scream Piti é into the ball gag. Fighting the handcuffs behind her, she bent forward awkwardly in an attempt to scratch the ache inside her dripping pussy. Spit drooled...
Added 04 Apr 2019 | Category Flash Erotica
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He twisted her arm behind her back, forcing her warm cheek against the cool wall of the bedroom. The rest of her naked body was still flushed and trembling after being dragged from the bed. The crumpled sheets still held heat from where she had knelt, eyes on his, taking him in her mouth. Stretched and deep, the act somehow both slutty and classy, she'd teased him to within an inch of...
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The insistent buzz of the toy accelerated, tearing through my pussy and taking my breath away. I writhed against the bonds, knees scissoring, knots forming inside my belly like those that secured my wrists behind the wooden chair. I squeezed my thighs together in an attempt to dull the ache that had threatened to rip me in two for what seemed like hours. Rope bit into my ankles as I...
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Choosing a lover by chance was so retro, so twenty-first century, but to hell with it. Sometimes you gotta roll the dice. By all outward appearance, she was a natural winner. Lips that could start or end wars. Hyperbolic curves that would make math majors hard. And eyes. Those fuckin' aquamarine plunge pools framed by hair like the shimmering endless blacktop alongside the diner. If I...
Added 27 Mar 2019 | Category Fantasy & Sci-Fi
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The one thing more potent than her zesty juices that rained over my face to soak my dirty blonde locks, was the way she cussed. There was something about the manner in which Minty swore that turned me on. When driven by desire alone, there was no pretence. No aristocratic role to fulfil. Nobody to impress except me, grinding her perfectly smooth, wet sex against my mouth as if pleasure was...
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Say what you like about Hell, the place is certainly toasty. Sure, it gets lonely with just Mum, Dad and me rattling around the caves, but it beats the surface. I find the world so cold. Bitter. Hateful. Guess Dad would be pretty crap at his job if it was anything else, but right now, stuck on the living room sofa amid one of our father-son 'chats', even the surface seems appealing. Dad has...
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She's everything my wife isn't. Flirtatious. Unpredictable. Domineering. Wearing nothing but knee-high black PVC boots that shine in the hotel lamplight, our eyes lock across the now crumpled bed sheets, her pretty celestial nose and full cheekbones framed by waves of scarlet hair that dust her heaving chest. We sit opposite one another on the bed and I swallow as she swishes the...
Added 28 Oct 2018 | Category Flash Erotica
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