Help write THE MOST EPIC EROTIC FICTION EVA!

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  EarthQueen

  7 years ago

  It seemed like forever till I heard footsteps but in reality it was probably only moments. The thought of us meeting sent an ache through me. I had been waiting for this moment for days now. The things he has said he would do to me. What I had said I would do to him. I wondered how he would look? How he would taste? How would it begin? The footsteps got closer and then stopped. I heard a whisper behind the door. "Close Your Eyes". I did as I was told and the door slowly opened. I kept my eyes tightly closed as a hand caressed my neck and slid under my hair making all the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. Something silky caressed my face and I realised it was a blindfold. His hands were firm as he gently tied it in place, he kissed my neck once making me gasp and then he took my hand and led me inside.

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  RHP User

  7 years ago

  I wait with anticipation. My heart is pounding and I can feel the excitement building through my whole body. My nipples are erect through the stretchy material of my dress. I am starting to feel wet and not having any panties on beneath my dress feels so sensual. I knock again. It must be hard to hear me over the music. Suddenly the door opens. There is man standing there. He is around 6 foot tall, with soft features, he is attractive and wearing a mask but I can see his hungry smiling eyes behind it. He is not spectacular but looks athletic. He is wearing a leather G-string to hide his appendage and I am so curious to get a look or a suck. He grabs my wrist and the door closes behind me..........................

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  RHP User

  7 years ago

  Next question? - Posted from rhpmobile

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  PurePeony

  7 years ago

  CM, are you drunk or on drugs? I have never met you, nor do I have the inclination to. Careful... this is defamation and very disturbing delusion on your end.

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  SeekingAdvent380

  7 years ago

  I was thinking the story took a very strange turn and had no fucking idea how to add to that - Posted from rhpmobile

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  SeekingAdvent380

  7 years ago

  I was thinking the story took a very strange turn and had no fucking idea how to add to that - Posted from rhpmobile

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  SeekingAdvent380

  7 years ago

  This time it was my fault... head/desk - Posted from rhpmobile

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  technologic

  7 years ago

  pssst...now it's 'choose-your-own-adventure' mode...pick which way you want the story to continue by naming the person in the subject line..! ;)

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  SeekingAdvent380

  7 years ago

  He grabs my wrist and the door closes behind me.......................... I am guided across the room and through another door. With 2 of my senses now of little help I can only use what remains. The strong scent of leather is only overshadowed by the pungent aroma of cigarette smoke. It bothers me at first but my mind quickly turns to wonder. Why didn't he smell of smoke? His hand releases mine and my train of thought quickly switches back to nervous anticipation. I stand, and I wait. And wait. I can't decide if this overwhelming sense of tension is becoming unbearable out of fear or desire. With each passing minute my heart races a little faster. Just as I begin to consider removing the blindfold I feel fingers run from the bottom of my spine to the middle of my shoulders. I shudder. My hands begin to tremble slightly. A few moments pass before the fingers reappear on my thigh. Only to disappear yet again. My attempts to anticipate where they will next materialise fail each time. I jump slightly as I feel something cold and sharp rest against the back of my hand. It softly scratches its way up my arm and over my shoulder. Stopping at the base of my neck. My heart now pounding, I breathe in quickly as if suffocating. The cold object lifts from my body. I breathe in again as the side of my dress drops, stopping just before exposing my right breast. My nipples instantly harden. I swallow deeply as I realise what the object must be. Once again, what I'm now convinced is a sharp blade presses against my other hand. I predict its path long before Im proven right however it's no less concerning as it finds its way to the other strap. The blade lifts. The dress remains in place ass if inn slow motion for a brief moment before falling to the floor. My thumbs interlock and my hands quickly move over my now exposed pussy. Perhaps out of modesty or simply acting as a shield against the unknown. Again I stand, and again I wait. Fortunately it's not quite as long this time. His fingers caress their way up my thigh. Stopping only a few millimeters from my increasingly wet opening before his palm wrests firmly on my thigh. He repeats the process with his other hand. It soon becomes apparent that he is kneeling before me. Modesty again kicks in as my now trembling knees come together as he tightens his grip. I once again try to anticipate what will come next but not surprisingly, I was wrong. Very wrong! I picture his tongue running over my fingers. Trying to entice me to move them aside, or placing kisses on my inner thigh, but before I have the chance to imagine scenario three, A third set of fingers press against my shoulder! - Posted from rhpmobile

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  madotara69

  7 years ago

  I know that name Tara, it's PurePeony, come honey she's just over in the next room, I have to know where she gets her outfits I love them all, what's her name ? I dunno hun, PurePeony..she'll tell us her name, once she meets you she will, that's for sure cummon.. hey you look beautiful, no need to. wow pretty fancy, nice that's the bra you wore on the train when that guy looked over every time you were adjusting your mmmm he was cute too, he did every time he caught me out, cheeky too smiling like that, got to the point we just laughed, it was embarrassing Nahh no way he heard you tell me how wet you said, horny he did'nt need to hear it, your eyes give you away every time, like now, and look at them curls, see sex makes your curls do that.. hey that lounge chair, see it over in there, bit dark but looks exactly like that one we were watching the girl with those guys It looks the same, it's not purple I love the purple one, I wouldn't have a brown one, but we could still try that one, I really want to try that, it looked like a really good position for two guys babe and we need some more that aren't so awkward, I Yeah I know what you mean, but I could bend you over and try that one ri No, not now I want to what she's...see this is why I want a thought translator , I'm having hot flushes again, do I You look so fucking sexy, I think I'm going through menopause Yeah I know, you've been going through it every time you look'n like now Hmm, I feel so horny, not supposed to, it's weird, why do I feel so horny Take a look at yourself, that's why plus I don't blame you for wanting to meet Peony, see what she's wearing, you're right, she looks hot in every pic, bit sorta mysterious, but good sort, got it quick, got wit, knows a bit too up top, and then you can feel the sex when she writes, mixes it up with a laugh real steady hun, there she is What did I tell you, I love her, I love her, I love her PurePeony, hi hun, I'm Mado Tara, we heard your name in the next room, your eyes don't look plucked, my mates mum use to pluck her brows with tweezers all the time, Maori she is. You look like a nice icy cocktail in your hands will be the perfect cover for a picture magazine, the colours Purepeony, I know just the right one, if they don't have it on their menu, I'll make it for you if you like ? That's awesome, love your bracelet (and in any moment, Tara would be holding your hand that has the bracelet the other hand already on it's way to the little stone or bead or clip) Tara excited and the way her eyes smiled glancing into just everything perfect, looking in; I knew she'd enjoy a Fluffy Duck, she mentioned that's all she could remember another time, another place, not even the taste, just a Fluffy Duck, if there is no Fluffy Duck on the menu, Then I'll make a Fluffy Duck how it aught to be, 28 years ago in a bungalow, behind me, three shelves of everything, clean cotton towels, in front, a bunch of smiling faces, guys and gals, One caught me, the most precious moment, prettiest face defined by the smile lines like rays of sunshine around eyes that sparkle I've only ever seen diamonds closest to near, it took a short while to adjust for a glimpse behind the mesmerising light, the most stunning shade of brown highlighted with bright shiny copper shards when catching any of the sparkle passing back into her, so I went too and my spirit danced with an old friend, our souls found each other this time forever mates. Reckon that's why Tara's hair sets into the most beautiful curles when we have sex that dance and have a shiny copper streak to the highlights and in those 28 years since that Fluffy Duck, we've never been apart when her hair curls, including the times we've had sex with anyone else.

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  SeekingAdvent380

  7 years ago

  That you all put your name down as an ear-marked 'current chapter in progress' so it doesn't get all jumbled up? The story is a great idea but you need order. Whoever puts their name down first has to commit and the next person waits their turn - Posted from rhpmobile

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  PurePeony

  7 years ago

  *speechless... 😍😍😍😘😘😘 😉

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  technologic

  7 years ago

  Madotara: Welcome! Love the way you write...reminds me of Delirium from the Sandman series.. Btw, you're the inspiration for this thread. :) SeekingAdventure: Good idea. Let's try it out. Who wants to be next? Although I still like the pick-your-own-adventure bit though... I'll leave it to whoever want to write next to decide ;P

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  technologic

  7 years ago

  "You're late. The auction is about to begin." he says as he gently leads me down the corridor into a large room. "You were expecting me??" "Yes. Our benefactor has hand picked you after many months of observation. You were chosen based on numerous factors. One of which..." at this point, he stops and turns around. I can feel his eyes sweep down and up my body, lingering over my now very erect nipples poking through my dress. "...is a sufficient understanding of your character to anticipate your eager response to an event such as this." he turns away with slight regret and continues to lead. "In fact, everyone you'll see here tonight has been hand picked. I don't believe you'll be disappointed." He opens a large heavy door and beckons me to enter. It's a lounge room that is simply but tastefully furnished. "..But how did you call me here? I don't understand.." I sputter trying to make sense of everything. "Our benefactor has extensive resources and many supporters who appreciate these events which happens only once a year. Tonight's event happens to be a fund-raising auction." "By auction you mean..." realisation starting to set in. "Yes, you are the subject of our auction. One of many although much anticipated." He takes a small box out of a drawer, opens it and passes me a white pill. "Take this and put it under your tongue. It will rapidly dissolve and get absorbed into your bloodstream. Don't worry. Consider it a form of immunity 'condom'. It's an incredibly potent protection against any form of disease that can be transmitted. It also contains any disease that you may have. So, unfortunately it won't cure your herpes." I feel my face flush knowing that he's aware of that. But relief that it won't be an issue. "In fact, it is so potent that it's also an effective form of contraception. One of the many technologies developed by our benefactor. Unfortunately, in order to achieve 100% effectiveness so rapidly they had to sacrifice it's durability so it only lasts for 24 hours." The pill dissolves in a pleasant slightly effervescent froth under my tongue and disappears as I listened. "The only side effect is that all sensations become heightened. Not to an intense level but enough to be extremely pleasurable." he punctuates this with a cheeky grin. Turning around again, he pulls out a few objects - four cuffs and a long steel bar. "Tonight you're number 9." he pins a big badge on the hip of my dress. The sensation of his fingers briefly touching me was delicious. Or was that the pill in action? He puts me on a carpeted platform that is in front of some double doors. My wrists are cuffed to a pole that is fixed to the middle of the platform. "Spread your legs please." He kneels down between my legs and attaches the bar to the cuffs on my ankles. I realise my dress is slowly riding up in that position and try to stay as still as I can to contain my modesty. As he stands up his eyes flick appreciatively up my dress followed by his fingers stroking lightly up the inside of my leg. I'm worried I may start dripping there and then. "Are you ready?" He's standing at the doors, hands on the handles. Silently I nod. The doors open and I'm temporarily blinded by lights and my senses are flooded by the noise of chatter. The platform I'm on starts moving on some mechanism towards the next room.

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