Craft a story/chapter/scene revolving around the most erotic dream you can imagine. Pay particular attention to character development and involving all five senses.
Happy writing.
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Craft a story/chapter/scene revolving around the most erotic dream you can imagine. Pay particular attention to character development and involving all five senses.
Happy writing.
I enter the bar/restaurant where he told me to meet him. As he instructed I am wearing my most business like khaki colored trench coat. My hair is in a French twist high on my head. The night breeze was quite cool on my neck. Generally I wear my hair in a quite serviceable bun or ponytail, but this was his request. I can smell the musty sweet scent of old alcohol in the air of the room along with the food smells of grilling streak and fish. This is a high class restaurant and bar not just your typical sports bar establishment. But as in most bars the ball game is on but here the volume is turned down and all you can do is watch the game and read the dialogue as if you were deaf. Around me are the sounds of people eating and laughing in the dining room area apart from the bar. I go to the bar and ask for the Grant party.
“Are you wearing the proper attire?” the woman tending bar looks at me doubtfully.
“I dressed as he requested” I reply blushing as I remember with some embarrassment what I am wearing or not wearing under the coat.
The bartender picks up the house phone. “Grant, your passenger is here.”
“Have a seat at the bar. The driver will be with you in a minute.”
I elect not to sit fearing my coat will fall open and my attire will be exposed to view. I stand clutching my coat closed looking in the direction of the entry waiting for this mysterious driver. My stomach grumbles. I am not sure if it is the smell of the delicious food wafting from the kitchens or just sheer nervousness.
A man in a chauffeurs outfit enters the bar and walks straight towards me.
“Ma’am, if you will kindly follow me I will drive you to your destination.” He turns and walks to a very elegant shadow grey limousine. I believe it is a Rolls Royce. I am not too car savvy but at least it’s not one of those stretch SUV’s not only are they ugly, I hate to think of what I would expose climbing into one tonight.
The driver holds the door open for me as I slide into the vehicle. The interior is dark grey and smells deliciously of leather. The seats are unexpectedly warm on this chilly November night. The driver enters the car and looks back at me through the window that separates the passenger area from the cab of the vehicle.
“Please make yourself comfortable. It will be about an hour and a half to your destination. There’s a package you are to open on the seat over there.” With that the driver turns around and the window separating the compartments closes. Before, I could hear the sound of the ball game playing over the radio in the front. Now that the window is shut I hear nothing but silence. As the car slowly glides away I realize that I don’t hear the engine either. It’s like floating in my own little bubble. I feel as if I am denied sensing anything but what is in this little compartment of the world. The gentle glide of the car as it floats across the ground, the rich scent of the leather seat around me and the warmth rising from those same seats. Although the running lights are on it’s not enough to see the package on the seat next to me. I play with the switches on the door to get more light. The overheads are too bright but the lights mounted just next to the doors are just perfect to allow me to see my package.
Next to me on the seat is a midnight blue foil wrapped package with a white envelope attached. The wrapping paper matches that of the package he sent to my home. That first package contained the outfit I wear under my coat. The envelope simply says “Open”. After seeing what was in the first package I wonder what more could be in this new container. I open the card first.
“Read these directions. Do not follow them until you have read them completely through. I expect you to follow them exactly. Any deviation from these directions will result in you being returned to your home. This opportunity will never present itself again.”
I read the instructions all the way through. I tremble with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety as I realize just what I have agreed to. I begin to follow the instructions.
First I remove my coat folding it neatly. The air in the compartment is chilly. There is no heat on besides that coming from the seats. I wish I could turn the heat up but his instructions expressly forbid deviation. My nipples exposed as they are tighten in the cold to sharp pokey little nubs. I slide off the leather seat, holding the coat across both hands palms up, my skin doesn’t leave the surface of the seat until my knees touch the floor. Fortunately the stockings from the earlier package are silk not nylon. These are less likely to run and ruin first impressions. As my knees come in contact with the rough carpeted floor I feel the cool air drift across my exposed behind, the garter belt attached to the corset-like garment does nothing to protect my nether region from the drafts of cold air in the vehicle. I crawl across the expanse of floor to the seat opposite, all the while holding the coat out in front of me like an offering. I open the compartment and place my coat, the only belonging I have with me, in the compartment and shut it. My face is close to the leather seats from this position and the smell of the leather is overwhelming. Just the thought of how I must look is making me wet and hardening my nipples beyond what the cold air is doing.
I sit back on my heels and prepare to open the box as instructed. Inside I find a butt plug made of stainless steel and a bottle of lubricant. The weight of it is incredible. Just thinking of it inside me is making me want to finger myself. But that is against the rules. How he will know if I’ve violated the rules, I do not know. But that is a risk I am not willing to take, I’ve come this far to go home now, unthinkable.
I lean over the seats inhaling the scent, feeling the warmth against my rock hard nipples. The contrast of sensation between the cold air now wafting between my wet thighs and the warm seats almost sends me over the edge right then. I take a deep breath and count to ten thinking trying not to let the intensity overwhelm me. I spread my legs wide to expose my sphincter to the cool air, my pussy lips dripping with arousal. The lube is cold as I apply it to my little brown hole. Again I take a deep breath trying not to let the feeling racing along my nerves push me rocketing to orgasm and away from this adventure. I insert the well lubed plug into my rear orifice feeling the cold heavy metal slid into my warm dark hole. I bring my legs together, relief filling me. At least the contrasting air temperature is no longer teasing my lower areas.
I can feel my clit throbbing furiously and the wet stickiness from my cunt flowing down my legs. I sit back on my heels and raise myself back top a sitting position on the seat behind me. I turn off the lights and am sitting in complete darkness. I can smell the musky pungent smell of my arousal. It permeates the air. I flush in embarrassment sure the driver can smell my sex through the car ventilation system.
I press the intercom button and speak to the driver. “He said to let you know when I have finished following the instructions.”
“OK.” The driver replies. “We will arrive in about 15 minutes.”
I sit with my knees together feeling the stickiness between my legs wanting to get there now. I can feel every bump and crack in the road through my anus. I am very thankful the car practically floats down the road. I cannot image how many times I would have cum if this car had the suspension of my little Subaru. Instead all this seems to be doing is revving me up more. My nipples are back at attention now that they are no longer in contact with the warm seats. I seem to be finding and equilibrium between the throbbing in my cunt and the jouncing of the plug in my ass. Suddenly, the plug begins to vibrate slowly moving back and forth in my rectum, teasing those sensitive nerves at the entrance to my ass. Tears come to my eyes, as I grip my hands on my knees desperately trying not to cum.
The car slowly glides to a halt. I am sitting in the dark with a vibrating butt plug in my ass, wearing nothing but a black corset and silk stockings, dripping cunt juices onto warm leather seats. I wait with anticipation and dread for the next step in my journey.
The door opens. I sit and wait until the driver’s black gloved hand reaches into the car to lift me out. I place my hand in his and stretch my leg out of the car. My entire body is now exposed to the cool night breeze. I can feel the fluids running down my legs as the heavy plug vibrates in my behind. I should be embarrassed but can only feel my arousal.
Standing waiting for me is a man dressed like a butler. “Follow me please Ma’am. The master awaits you in the library.”
I follow, this rather elderly looking gentleman into a stately old mansion. As I enter the house the vibration in my ass intensifies. Not only am I not used to walking in these shoes the distraction being offered to my body is making each step a challenge. I teeter my way through the entry. The floors are well kept cherry wood. I smell the oils used to keep all of the wood work in top condition. I hear my heals echoing sharp and staccato with every shaky step I take. Over all of the odors I am certain the butler can smell my arousal. If he cannot see it almost dripping on his well cared for floors. I can feel myself flushing in embarrassment.
“Please wait in here. There is a message for you on the desk.” The butler leaves me in a lush wood paneled room. There is a roaring fire in the fireplace. Being quite chilled from my state of undress in the cold November weather I approach the fire to warm my tush along with the rest of me. As I pass the desk I take the envelope addressed to me. I open it and read it in front of the fire. It simply says to kneel in front of the fire and wait. There is a glass of wine there to quench my thirst.
I kneel on the soft rug in front of the fire. The rug is made of some fur like material, very soft and silky on my knees. I sit back on my heels feeling the vibrator take on a new intensity in my sphincter. I sip the warm red wine. It has a sweet and fruity flavor. I stare into the fire and wait. I hear the soft click of the latch opening on the door. Looking over my shoulder I see the door ease open and a tall well built man in a mid calf length dressing gown. I set my glass down and wait.
His hair is dark brown, almost black with a peppering of grey. He walks towards me on silent bare feet, carrying a glass of wine. He approaches the fireplace and sets his glass on the mantel. His face is very distinguished with deep brown eyes behind wire rimmed glasses and a nose that looks as if it may have been broken a time or two. He reaches long fingers into the pocket of his deep red dressing gown. I imagine those fingers slipping inside me with that same deftness. He pulls a controller out of his pocket and places it in his left hand. With his free hand he slowly turns a dial on the control. The vibrator embedded in my ass goes wild. I can hardly sit still. I flush some more dropping face down onto the floor at his feet. Tears flowing out of my eyes flowing like my unsated desire
“Cum.” He states simply in a deep gravelly voice. I burst into a million suns.
“Attention all passengers, we regret to inform you that due to the areas current severe weather patterns all departing flights have been grounded until further notice. All incoming flights have been rerouted around the severe weather and will land at the nearest airport until the weather here is clear enough to accommodate them. We are sorry for the inconvenience. Please be assured that we are doing all we can to expedite the situation.” The loud speaker overhead blares into my consciousness. I slowly realize I must have fallen asleep waiting for my delayed flight.
“Excuse me Ma’am. Is this seat taken?” a deep voice says from my right. I push my glasses back up where they had slid to the end of my nose. A tall man with compelling brown eyes peers at me from behind familiar looking wire rimmed glasses.
Very nicely done. Good job of drawing the reader into the scene. You next assignment will be posted today or tomorrow.
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Originally Posted by ladychipmunk