Short Takes

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Nikita...really luvvin' your short short take!! And you have thrown quite a curveball here!! Can't wait for more! :)

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Would you believe this was true? My hand is on her Bible. :eek: I'm hoping there is NOT a followup to this story. I do hate being bullied into more religious drivel. In case you didn't know,

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I live in the Bible belt, where shame if a virtue.

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Watch out for ladies with big bags. :D

Quote is from Humiliated in the End, and it is SOOOO true.

Mo:

It tickles me that you enjoyed it enough to laugh out loud in class... :p But, I'm hungry for the rest of your story...where's the rest? (she's tapping her foot impatiently.) Huh?

Mad:

Tricky Nicky? :dunno:

Pej:

Didn't know you played tennis. Great job! :D

Nik

[QUOTE=nikita]While we wait for the next installment of MO's tome, and anyone else's, thought I'd post a real short, short.

Mmmmmmmmmmm, I do enjoy a twist......whether in the story, or in real time....very nicely done Nikita.....may we have some more please?

~~holding out empty bowl......eyes pleading~~

nikita, luvin your picture story. do you often write fables for children?? :D

MO ,mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cumming along nicely i must say. you seem to be developing quite a talent for stringing a crowd along. you studying politics?

luv blu

Nikita and MO- fantastic stories!

Nikita- I love the twist and I laughed out loud at "She had succeeded in breaking me"! Great little story.

MO- you're killing me! I can barely wait to read the rest...
Maybe we can consider the next set of installs one of my honey sticks?? ;)

Nikita

Just wanted to say I live in the Bible Belt too...so I know exactly what you mean! :D :eek:

Nikita: Tennis? - Who said anything about tennis. Me playing tennis - what a strange idea.
Thanx

I lurved your story - I love those in which gory stuff boils behind almost 'normal' facade.
But the final instrument used - wow too vicious. :D

MO - Ok I take back that bit about be 'left hanging" - you keep delivering. Please KEEP delivering - you can't keep us just hang.... Ehm waiting. :D


Have fun

Pej

Figured it had been a while since I chimed in, 'sides these seem to be the only stories coming out on the site right now.





I leaned back against the window ledge and looked out over the dance floor. Two dozen fools were sliding and shuffling in a loose formation while the DJ played a song that should have died with disco. I sipped my JD on the rocks remembering why it was that I really hated weddings. I could have brought Kathy along, but you know how it is. You invite a single girl to a wedding and her brain gets all sorts of squirrelly ideas.

I should have been suspicious when Rob called. We'd done a tour together and he'd pulled me out of a tight spot. He even visited me at Walter Reed when he got back. I owed him. That was two long years ago and we hadn't seen each other since. When he called it wasn't to talk over old times. Who the fuck wants to do that!

Naw, he was getting hitched and the grooms party was a bit light. Like I said I owed him but after being volunteered for this gig I think we're about even. So there I sat in a rented tux. Positioned not ten feet from the open bar. I'd skipped the chicken dinner and was working on a nice sociable buzz. A Jack Daniels or two helps.

I probably wasn't the first to notice her; I couldn't help staring as she sauntered across the dance floor. She was more than pleasant to look at, tall and tight and on the prowl. Her raven hair fell in loose ringlets bouncing just off her shoulders, A cute little light blue skirt tried real hard to reach the middle of her thighs. She had a pair of matching powder blue heels that lifted her calves almost three inches. Yeah, she was working the whole package and she knew all the boys were getting real attentive.

When she reached the stage she leaned forward trying to catch the DJs' eye. As she bent forward her skirt naturally rode up a bit higher letting me know her stocking were held up by a light blue garter belt. The DJ cupped his ear to hear her and she rose up onto her tiptoes to shout out her request. That little skirt rose even higher letting me see that her thong was color coordinated with the rest of her costume. It was an amusing display and I tried real hard not to drool like an idiot.

With a nod to the DJ she turned and started back across the floor. She was obviously enjoying the attention. She strutted in those heels like a pro, her tight little butt swishing that skirt back and forth. A strapless pushup bra under her low cut blouse gave the impression that her breasts were going to pop free any second. The entire performance had me mesmerized, but I'm sure I wasn't alone.

It wasn't until she was half a dozen feet from me that I began to suspect I was her objective. When she was barely a pace away she seemed to stumble.

Even after a few drinks I'm pretty quick on my feet. In fact if it weren't for the drink in my hand I probably would have caught her. As it was I reached out with my left hand but she ducked under it, and sank down to her knees.

And there we were.

I was standing dumbfounded with a drink in my hand. This gorgeous creature all dressed up and needing to be stripped down was kneeling at my feet, and I'm sure every man in the room had to be turning three shades of green with envy.

Now I can't tell you if God exists, I kind of believe in the western version of Karma. You know the "what goes around comes around", or maybe "most folk get what they've got coming eventually". My point is I have never done anything to deserve something like this happening to me. Not in this life or any other I can think of. I was trying real hard to come up with something cleaver to say as I stared down at those magnificent bobbing boobs.

She bent down a little further seeming to be intent on retying my shoelaces. That interrupted my ogling and I used the brief break to utter one of my more charming opening lines.

"What the fuck?" I blurted out.

She looked up at me with huge innocent blue eyes and said in a sweet husky voice.

" Not yet sailor, maybe later."

She winked and then she went back to tightening my laces.

I'd been a jarhead back in the day but anyone waving that much cleavage under my nose could call me a swabbie if they want to. I'm easy.

My mind wasn't getting any sharper and I really think that was all her fault. I set down my drink on the ledge reached down and lifted her chin until we were looking into each other's eyes.

" Why?" I asked, my voice a bit harder than I intended. It wasn't much but I was barely able to hold that much of a conversation.

" I was told it's the best way to ask you for a dance."

She looked up at me, her eyes narrowing a bit. I think she expected that to mean something to me. I was at a total loss. Blood was beginning to return to the old brain and things just weren't adding up. Still you don't give the free pony a dental exam, at least not right away....

© Mad Lews

thoghts on a title anyone?



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You knew I was gonna speak up, didn't ya! The old carrot in front of the horse trick... :cool:

These are a few titles I came up with, and I hadn't had a glass of wine, yet. I might come back with a few more. Butt, there were two recurring themes...and I had to choose one, but, here goes, in order of preference:

1. Blue's Toothbrush :woohoo:
2. Jarhead Blues :rolleyes:
3. Face Down in the Blues (Play on a Clapton Song Title) :stinks:
4. Sweet Judy Blue Eyes (too obvious) :o
5. Blue Don't Leave Me Alone :yuck:

I know, they suck, butt....(she hands him the brush again):exit:

hmm, nice short, Mad! do we get more of the story about perhaps.. the pending dental exam? :p very nice opening, you set the scene very well, almost as good as being there! titles titles titles....i suck at making up titles, so i'm no help there!




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The doorbell rang and Mistress Vanessa left her hooded boy in the basement. She switched off her microphone and answered the door. Peeking through the peephole, she found that some of her guests had arrived - two of her girlfriends. "Oh, do come in!" she invited, ever the gracious host, "Can I get you anything to drink? Make yourselves at home." The three women giggled and laughed together, exclaiming over each others' outfits.

They sat down with glasses of lemonade in the richly furnished living room to talk. The big screen television tuned into a monitor showing the basement. The girls looked curiously at the TV, but for the whole duration, the bound figure did not move. He could well have been a statue.

After pleasantries had been exchanged, one of the girls asked with a glint of anticipation in her eye, "So, Vanny, where is he?" The other girl quickly added her question, "What are his limits?" They looked pointedly at the television, nearly bouncing in their eagerness to get started.

Vannessa teased, "Aren't you going to ask who else is coming?" she laughed, "Calm down, girls! My boy's in the basement, downstairs, and he's all ready. We have another guest coming, but we can go ahead and get started. Let's go!"

The other two ladies grinned and hurried down the stairs, a little playful pushing and shoving in their haste to be the first to get down the stairs. Vannessa laughed and took her time, bringing down some snacks as well. She taped a note on the door for Bryan - 'You know where the key is, come on in. Basement.' and signed it with a fluourish.

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Mark could sense someone was in the room even though he was blindfolded because the air currents tickled him. Involuntarily, he jumped when a sharp slap landed on his buttocks. The gag prevented him from talking, but inarticulate yells worked well enough too. He automatically tensed up, not knowing what direction the next blow would come from.

"You will receive twenty slaps, twenty strokes of the crop and twenty strokes of the cane - for the three marks I have by your name." came Mistress Vanessa's voice. "My guests will administer the slaps and the crop, but I will give you your cane strokes. Later tonight, you will also have a suprise. Beginning now."

Behind the mask, Mark squeezed his eyes shut, almost glad that he had the mask on, so they would not see him, whoever the guests were. This was embarassing, being spanked like this, and he couldn't even flinch away from the blows. He counted in his mind as the slaps rained down on his buttocks, sometimes harder, sometimes lighter. He tried hard not to make any noise, to bear his punishment bravely, but couldn't help letting out a few whimpers when his tormentor hit some sensitive spots.

There was a break in the punishment, and he figured that the first part of the punishment was over. Sure enough, the next thing he felt was a slight swish of air as if a crop were being tested out. The crop landed across the tender inner thighs.He couldn't help but wince and brace himself for the next blow. The next strokes all worked over his inner thighs, leaving a stinging trail. The stinging sensation faded as blood rushed to the area, leaving him feeling quite warm.

A hand suddenly was gripping his chin while other hands stroked and prodded his body. Mistress Vanessa's voice whispered into his ear, "You seem to be quite warmed up already. You have a choice, either twenty with the cane, or five with the cane and fifteen with the flogger." She unbuckled the posture collar to give him more freedom in movement. "Nod if you want twenty with the cane, shake your head if you want the other."

It was no contest - Mark shook his head. The static buzz disappeared from the earplugs, and he felt her step away. The cane landed with a sharp slash of burning pain across his buttocks and he drew in his breath sharply to keep from screaming. The cane descended four more times, criss-crossing over each other sometimes, leaving red welts in their wake. He was given a few minutes to recover, then the thin strands of the flogger were sent dancing over his bare chest. Mark flinched involuntarily as his nipples were struck by the flogger and yelped.

When his punishment was over, he was several different shades of red and pink all over. "Good boy. I'm proud of you." said Mistress Vanessa. Someone pressed themselves up against his side, gently stroking his reddened chest with one hand and rubbing his buttocks with another hand, tracing the new welts. Another person massaged his tense shoulders while licking and nibbling on the back of his neck. "Now, we have one last event planned for the night." she announced, "But, you'll have to wait."

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Figured it had been a while since I chimed in, 'sides these seem to be the only stories coming out on the site right now.

thoghts on a title anyone?

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Mad,

I really enjoyed this one.....great start to the show....I am hoping that you have more on the Horizon....~~fingers crossed~~

As for a title, following in Nikita's train of thought a bit:

"Blue Blooded Tease"
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"Dreaming In Blue"

Best I could do........hope you find the title you are looking for.....

Dear Mad:

You ARE planning to continue this story, right? :dunno:

I mean, what does an old JD drinking jarhead do, when 'Blue' ties his shoes? (Boo hoo, that alliteration was sooooo bad.) :yuck:

MO:

You know what I wish right now? (she whispers in MO's ear,) can I change places with Mark? :D I sort of feel like him a little, not knowing what will come next.

Nikita

P.S. Jinn has posted some stories. I got a notice this morning.

This thread just keeps getting better!

A big thanks to all of the posters/writers aka teasers who get us revved up and wanting for more. Every short has been a gem.

MO, your serial is just delightful. I not so patiently wait to find out what happens next.

Hi Mad,

The tittle, let's NOT get too blue. How about that blurted charming opening line as a tittle? :p


Maybe I am dumb but should not that be: tightening my laces together? :D

I love that tongue-in-cheek off-hand narrative manner you handle so well.
Yes I'd love more - this jarn or any other one.


Hi MO: The best line: the punishment is NOT over! :)

'twill get even ahem juicier I hope?


Pej

OK so I'll continue the story but I may rename it " How I meet my ex" and I may throw in a few twists so pay attention class.

I looked down at the woman kneeling before me and then out at the crowd on the dance floor. " Sorry I don't do the bump and glide." I said nodding to the line dance that was winding down.

"Don't worry, you'll like the next one." She said with a knowing grin.
She held out her hand for me. I took a deep breath. She looked so sweet kneeling down there with her parted lips just inches from where they really ought to be. With a sigh I helped her to her feet. I held her hand waiting for the line dancers to clear the floor. She snuggled a little closer resting her head against my shoulder.

We headed out onto the dance floor. I had a firm grip on her right hand and she was tagging along behind me keeping up as those heels clicked and clacked on the hardwood floor. When we were out near the center of the floor I turned, held her right hand high and gave her a little nudge with my left. She twirled gracefully into my waiting arms.

OK so she knew how to follow a lead, I was liking this girl more and more. I mean the whole down on your knees thing was a gutsy move and now she was showing she knew how to follow commands. What more could a guy ask for?

Clapton started crooning about how his darling was looking wonderful tonight. It's a nice slow song, easy to dance to, and she threw her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her waist and drew her close. She squirmed suggestively as she molded her body tightly against mine. Maybe she could dance, I couldn't really tell you, 'cause at the moment her only interest seemed to be rubbing her body against mine. I steered us off into a more secluded corner where we could sway to the slow beat. She wiggled herself up against me. Her thighs parted and she slid herself up along my right leg. She was swaying and moaning and rocking to the beat. That damn little skirt didn't offer much cover as her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her hips pressed hard against me. She rubbed and thrust against my leg like a lovesick puppy. I gave her waggling little tush an encouraging pat.

I can't say she was doing all this for my benefit. I mean her eyes were half closed, her breathing was short and jagged and I was getting a damp spot on my trouser leg where her hips rocked against my thigh. Half way through the song she groaned and shuddered, Her lips reached hungrily for mine and we had a long slow deep kiss, then she backed off a bit and we finished off the dance in a more or less respectable manner.

She may have gotten off but I figured it was past my turn by now. Even before the end of the song my mind's eye could see her kneeling in the bathroom stall, my fingers entwined in those dark curls, holding her head steady. Those pouting lips would wrap themselves around me while I was tickling her tonsils. Just the thought of it made me stiff and eager. I could hardly wait.

Now don't get me wrong. My momma (rest her soul) raised all her boys to be gentlemen. She would have been terribly disappointed with me if I were to fuck a woman before we were on a first name basis. Mom's standards for gentlemanly behavior weren't real high, but I always tried my best to live up to them. That meant I'd have to pass a few minutes in small talk with this sweet young thing dressed all in blue. I'd find out what the fuck her name was, and then I could carry her off to do unto her what I needed to do and she so richly deserved.

When the song ended I guided her over toward the open bar. I gallantly offered to get her a drink. She opted for white wine, the barkeep nodded as he handed me the glass but his eyes stared longingly at my new best friend. We headed over to my window ledge and I picked up my old JD. She leaned back against the ledge and smoothed down that poor little skirt as best she could. I pulled my eyes away from her breasts and settled in right next to her. Glasses clinked as we toasted our newfound familiarity.

"So what's your name luv?" I inquired moving directly to the essentials.

"Trish, and yours?" a woman of few words, better and better.

"Mike."

We sipped our respective drinks an awkward silence developing. She kept glancing at the bulge in my pants like she'd never seen a hard on trapped in a tux before. Me I was being real polite and not drooling all over her naked shoulders. I decided it was time to try my hand at small talk. I should know better by now.

" So what the hell was with that shoe lace bit? I mean you got me on the dance floor like you said but what made you think of that?"

Trish was sipping her wine at the time and she started giggling nearly snorting wine out her nose. I never really looked at myself as a comedian, but she seemed to find that real funny. When she calmed down and caught her breath she gave me an answer but it didn't help me very much.

" Hey Mike, its OK, Robin already told me how you two meet. I think it's kinda sweet how your ex is still looking out for you. I mean most ex wives would be after your balls and here she is trying to get you laid. It's like Romantic ya know."

I could feel the old Karma thing sneaking up on me with a steel pipe in its hand. We were now entering the twilight zone territory here. I swear to you, I've never been married. The only two Robins I could think of off the top of my head were an eighty-year-old nun and a ten-year-old niece.

I know you're thinking he must drink a lot to forget something like that. I do drink on social occasions, and after work from time to time, and a little on weekends, but I ain't no drunk. I've never passed out, or lost days or woke up in a strange city. I mean to get hitched and ditched would have to take at least a day or two. I would have remembered something like that. Honest!

© Mad Lews

Now I'll either finish this one here or pull the whole thing into a library story now that it seems storys are being posted again.

Mad

Mad oh, finish this one here then put it into the library after! :p story's sounding good so far, with Mike's little side-notes and thoughts

nikita, Ruby, pejanon and other readers in suspense.. you're gonna have to wait a bit longer! midterms are getting in the way, but of course, if you'd like to write the midterm for me, that'll be fine! :D

Both of you men sure know how to tease ladies!

Mad- please please finish it here :) Pretty please? You sure know how to leave us hot and bothered.

MO- Focus on your midterms... but I'm definitely eager to read the rest of that! It's fantastic and I can barely wait for Brian to show up. PS- email me and I'll write your midterm :) xo

Mad...

You've got us all wound up in your story...can't leave us...(dare I say it?) hanging!!! :yuck:

Pweese?

Hey MO, good luck in your mid-terms...I'll be patiently waiting for the next installment of Will, Grace, Karen... :D

ooooh, so I changed my mind... I made some use of travel-time on the bus :)

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Vanessa nodded to her girlfriends who continued their teasing ministrations to Mark's body. "So, you've seen him and tested him now. What do you think of him?" she asked them. She surreptitiously glanced at her watch - it was nearly 7, Bryan should be arriving soon.

Mary, wearing a leather harness accentuating her generous curves, the black of the leather setting off her brilliant red hair. She was a sadistic mistress, and she liked to see her toys cringe and whimper. "He's a bit too stoic, in my opinion." she stated baldly, "I don't really like him." To emphasize her statement, she pinched and twisted his nipples. Mark let out a gasp and squirmed, but didn't make much of a sound otherwise.

The other woman, Tania, cut in, "Well, I think he's taking his punishment bravely. I rather like the way he yelps." She took off her sky-blue silk scarf and let it slide around his waist. The sheer material whispered and she smiled as he tried to arch back against it. "Mmm, he seems to like this." she smiled again, moving closer to him so that her breasts pressed tantalizingly up against his back. "He's not my type exactly, but I don't mind giving him a try sometime."

"That's alright, girls. I have a backup plan." Vanessa grinned, "And the backup plan should be arriving soon." She silenced their questions with an imperious wave and an impish smile, "Patience, it's coming.. Mark's not the only one who has to wait."

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Bryan arrived a few minutes after seven and he let himself in. He took off his black leather jacket and dropped it on a couch in the living room before picking up a drink from the kitchen. The house was warm, as Vanessa usually kept the house at near-body temperatures. Bryan finished off his drink, washed the glass and put it to dry. He stripped off his shirt and smoothed the slight wrinkles out of his tight leather pants, then headed down the stairs to the basement.

The huge wooden door was heaved shut so he rapped sharply on the door and opened it.

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She heard the door open and wasn't suprised a bit when Bryan cheerfully greeted her, "Cupcake!" and swept her up off her feet from behind for a bear hug.

"Bryan!" she greeted him enthusiastically as well, squeezing him tightly and turning her head to one side to receive his kiss on her cheek. "You're late!" she grinned up at him when he finally released her, "I thought you'd be on time for the entertainment, at least!"

He laughed and took a look at his surroundings, "Oh ho! so this is the entertainment!" he exclaimed cheerfully, his eyes coming to rest on Mark's hooded form with the two women draped over him. "And who are these lovely ladies?"

Vanessa led him over to them and introduced, "Bryan, here are Mistresses Mary and Tania, Mary and Tania, this is Master Bryan." The women let their hands linger on the bound boy a bit longer, then turned to greet the newcomer with a chorus of 'hello's.

Bryan gave each lady a brilliant heart-melting smile, a light hug and a peck on the cheek. "Pleased to meet you." he smiled, "Hope you're enjoying yourselves, ladies?"

They replied that they were, and Vanessa laughed. "They don't quite like my new boy, but I thought that maybe you might. I know you've been looking for the right one for quite some time." Bryan raised an eyebrow at her but she ignored him and continued, "So, I invited you too!"

"So I'm part of the entertainment tonight then, is that it?" Bryan pretended to be insulted. The three ladies giggled, and he relaxed. He gave a theatrical sigh, "Well, I certainly don't mind, with a delicious-looking morsel like this available." He rested a hand on Mark's shoulder. "Go ahead, sit down for the show."

"I was hoping you'd feel like it!" Vanessa beamed at him and threw her arms around him for a quick hug. "I know you'll enjoy him." She joined the other girls at the couches with snacks and fruit punch to watch.

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ooooh, so I changed my mind... I made some use of travel-time on the bus :)

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"Wish I was a fly on the wall..." :eek: or one of Vanessa's guests... :D

Guess you're confident to get A's? ;)

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"Wish I was a fly on the wall..." :eek: or one of Vanessa's guests... :D

Guess you're confident to get A's? ;)

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nah... just that I don't bring textbooks to school, laptop, yes.. but no textbooks :p

Thank you MO for just a wee bit more :) Though... now I can really barely wait for this to begin!!

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ooooh, so I changed my mind... I made some use of travel-time on the bus :)

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Now why don't we have a convenient public transportation system so we can scribble on our laptops during travel time?

Hope the mid-terms aren't too challenging. Hate to see you get suspended. :D

Mad

MO you definately get an A for erotic teasing stories!!

Mad Sir, You picked the right colour!!! :D

title thoughts : Rapt so T in blue

well, she shoud have been called Diana or something!! then it would have made much more sense!! would have been Rapt so D in blue ;) or even maybe : Wrapped so D in blue

oh well, it just as well You are the author not me,

luv blu

well, I like teasing! here's another clip :)
and happy to say, midterms are over now.. so no more delays till finals, I hope! :p

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Bryan stepped back and took his hand off Mark's shoulder. He took another, more critical look at the boy before him. Lean, strong-looking leg muscles, a cute butt decorated with red welts, nice sized cock that was already hard. After a long while, he raised his eyes above waist-level for further evaluation. Relatively broad shoulders, taut muscles, leather hood covering his eyes and ears, but nose and mouth fitted with an O-ring gag left exposed.

He stepped in front of the boy and stepped in close. Bryan was well aware of what he was doing as he ran his hands up and down the boy's back, pressing him close in a tight embrace. He could feel the young man tensing up. At the same time, he bent his head down for a kiss, taking full advantage of the ring gag. He slipped his hand between their two bodies to stroke the boy's cock, a smiling with anticipation as the young man moaned and tried to buck and thrust into his hand.

He took his hand away, disregarding the boy's growl of frustration and turned partially around, still laying one arm around the his shoulders. "He really is quite a sweet one." he commented to the three voyeurs on the couch.

Keeping a hand on the boy's shoulder so that he would know he was still there, he stepped around to the other side, so he was now behind his victim. He reached around, enjoying the feel of the boy's smooth skin and toyed with his nipples for a moment, just rolling them between his fingers and gently pinching them. Bryan liked the way the boy's fists clenched and his body twisted in a futile attempt to avoid his touch.

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Mark wasn't sure what was going on when the tender touch of the two teasers left him, but he waited patiently for what seemed an eternity. He could feel some vibrations and currents around him, but couldn't identify them. Just when he had assumed Mistress Vanessa and her guests had moved on to some other forms of entertainment, a hand touched him on the shoulder.

He couldn't say for sure, but the hand seemed rougher and larger than the smooth ivory feel of the delicate ladies' hands that had been on him before. The hand held him steady but did nothing else for another eternity. He could almost feel the eyes of the unknown person boring into his exposed body while he stood there.

Suddenly, the person stepped closer and rubbed up against him. Mark could feel the softness of worn leather against his skin, the master's strong hands roaming his body caressing his back, and even reaching down to cup his aching balls and stroke his cock. The master's kiss was passionate, exploring his mouth with an intensity he had never felt from anyone before.

Mark moaned with need as the master broke the kiss and pulled away. He wanted relief so badly, he didn't want to wait. The pause was brief and soon he was whimpering and writhing in his bonds again, his already-tenderized nipples being twisted and pinched again. To Mark's delight, when he arched back, he could feel his tormentor's hard cock rubbing against his buttocks as well as hard muscles. He was totally absorbed in the sensations running through his body and he loved the attention he was getting from this stranger who held him so securely in his arms.

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Damn Mo darlin'....you are so freakin' good at this....just keep teasing and teasing....you have us right where you want us don't cha??? :p

More!!! Please!!! :)

And Mad darlin'...you have no idea how much I am lovin your story!! I am with the others....finish it here please!! Pretty please with a hairbrush on top?? :D

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Microwave0ven:well, I like teasing! here's another clip :)
and happy to say, midterms are over now.. so no more delays till finals, I hope!

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To Mark's delight, when he arched back, he could feel his tormentor's hard cock rubbing against his buttocks as well as hard muscles.

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I'm staying tuned to your channel...This visual is popping up ever so often... :D

Thanksgiving will be here soon, we'll be far away from computers...will it be finished by then? :dunno:

Nik

Thank you all for the great shorts. You are all such terrible teases and I think you are enjoying keeping us on edge waiting for the next one or parts. I know I am enjoying it.

But the King tease award has to go to Mad for starting this thread to start with. A rap on the knuckles for punishment, and a tall one for reward. Blonde 5' 9 1/2". And she'll bring you a beer too. :D

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Thank you all for the great shorts. You are all such terrible teases and I think you are enjoying keeping us on edge waiting for the next one or parts. I know I am enjoying it.

But the King tease award has to go to Mad for starting this thread to start with. A rap on the knuckles for punishment, and a tall one for reward. Blonde 5' 9 1/2". And she'll bring you a beer too. :D

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Thanks I think.

Let's all wave goodbye to the lady in blue because.... well some people say Im a little sadistic, even to my readers. ( but I would never tease you, honest. ;) ) A quick twist and turn and then maybe we can get back to getting down and dirty. :Tasty:
Mad

How I met my ex-wife

That hot little lady was looking at me a little concerned now. I guess my face can get a little scary when I'm working through confusion. Like most guys once I get stiff and hard few things can throw me off my game plan. An ice cold shower might do it, or a reasonable fear of imminent death, or maybe when someone is deliberately fucking with my mind. I looked over at my cute little friend, she was looking confused and maybe a touch nervous. I wasn't acting the way she expected. Obviously she wasn't the one messing with my mind. It had to be someone else. Someone named Robin.

I took a gulp of the old Jacky D and put my best game face on.

" So how long have you known Robin? I don't remember her mentioning you."

Trish relaxed her face lit back up and her smile returned. I was back on track, saying things that she might have expected.

" I just met her, she saw me looking at you and kinda just introduced herself. She seemed real nice. I mean it's none of my business but I don't see why the two of you ever broke up. "

"We had communication issues." I said giving her a glowing Oprah moment to mull over.

Now the way I figured it one of two things was going on here. Either someone named Robin had an ex she was still feeling warm and fuzzy about. Rather than going over and giving it her best shot she decided to launch little Ms. hot slut here at the poor fella but her sex bomb went off course and wound up splattering up against me. It was kind of strange that she'd have sent her new friend off to play with her loving ex without even mentioning his name to her, but that's just me, who knows how women work these things out. The other possibility was someone named Robin was just jerking my chain for no particular reason that I could discern, but it might behoove me to find out why.

Option two was the worse case scenario and therefore it was much more likely.

I cursed under my breath; dreams of playing dentist with a kneeling Trish were evaporating with my growing anger. I was about to have words with someone named Robin, my brand new ex-wife, but first I needed to find out who the fuck she was. For that I needed to remain calm and hold a conversation with this fine young lady dressed up in blue.

You may have noticed sociable small talk isn't my forte.

"I didn't even realize Robin was here." I said looking back toward the tables where most of the guests were gathered. " I'd love to say hi, it's been such a long time".

Trish was eager to be helpful, scanning the crowd for my ex, which was good because I'd never met the woman and would have had a hard time recognizing her. After a few moments Trish was bouncing up pointing excitedly at three women who were engaged in an animated conversation at one of the tables set off to the left side of the room. I grabbed Trish before she could call out, gave her a lingering kiss and set her back down on the ledge.

It was a bittersweet moment, I was about to leave a sure thing just to calm my anger and satisfy my curiosity. I felt kind of sorry for Trish. It wasn't her fault that she'd been used to jerk me around. I really had wanted to play with her, she was cute and seemed like a fun person. I wish I'd had a chance to poke around and get to know her better. Now her only impression of me would be the fucking jerk that split on her. I bet that didn't happen to her very often. Karma can be so unfair. Call me a fool but if she had run her tongue across her parted lips just then I might have been persuaded to postpone my meeting with an ex named Robin.

Well it all added up to one more black mark against my newly discovered ex wife. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do when I caught up with her. I circled around the room placing myself between the threesome and their nearest exit. I was wondering which of them it was. They all seemed to be in their mid thirties, The redhead was short and a little on the plump side, but the two brunettes were real lookers. The three of them were supping on cake and champagne and giggling like schoolgirls. The Brunette in the middle looked up saw me coming toward them and her eyes seemed to grow wider.

I was closing in on them and I cheerfully called out. " Hi Robin, fancy meeting you here."
All three of them turned looked up at me, then the two on the outside looked toward the one in the center. My alleged ex wife gave a startled yelp. Bingo! I'd found the perpetrator. She was gulping, eyes wide and no doubt trying to come up with a graceful excuse for running far and fast.

I circled behind her gripped her by the upper arm smiling all the while for the benefit of her companions.

"Ladies," I purred to her companions, " I hope you don't mind but we've got a lot of catching up to do." I pulled the champagne flute from her slack fingers and set it back on the table. Like a gentleman I slide her chair back and she rose to stand docilely beside me. Then still gripping her arm, I turned and we marched out of the hall.

She was silent, eyes down, until we were out in the parking lot; Then she started to struggle a bit trying to shake free of my grip.

" What the hell do you think you're doing? Where are you taking me? Let go of me."

She was just starting to get scared, a hint of hysteria in her words. Actually her questions where pretty good. I'd let my anger carry me along this far and I really didn't have a proper plan here. I was winging it, but I didn't need to let her know that. We'd made it to my car I opened the passenger's door and let go of her arm.

" Get in." I said.

I turned and headed over to the driver's side. I carefully kept my eyes off her. If she were smart she'd turn and run back into the reception hall. I sat down behind the wheel, slammed the car door closed, and put the key in the ignition. A second later the passenger door closed and she settled into the seat next to me. I looked over. She was staring down at her hands folded in her lap.

She was actually kind of cute, all dressed up for the wedding. She might not have been a young minx like Trish, but she had a pleasant face, good figure, nice rack, and she was all tricked out in her party dress. Damn! Now I was getting distracted again.

As we pulled out of the parking lot she came to life.

" What are you… What do you think you're doing? You can't do this. Who do you think you are? I'm not going anywhere with you. What's going on? What are you going to do?"

I waited for her to run out of questions. I thought about giving her my name. I had her at a disadvantage there. I knew she was called Robin but she had no idea what her self-proclaimed ex's husband's name was. It hardly seemed fair, but then again I'm rarely accused of being fair.

© Mad Lews

Ooooooohh Mad!! I love the twist...and who's to say the twist couldn't be a little down and dirty?? ;) Oh yeah...you could...since you are the writer! But I am convinced that whatever comes next will keep me glued to the screen! :)

This thread keeps making me smile. Mad, thanks for the great idea, and a big thank you to all contributors. And now Mad and MO have boldly entered the realm of serialisation...

I’d like to encourage those who are toying with the idea of contributing a Short of their own to do so, please! and give us a few lines to dream, think, laugh, wonder, shudder, drool...

Mad, you know that I am a fan of your style.
Methinks the lady’s outpouring as they drive away is a little too much to be spontaneous. Sounds kind of well-rehearsed to me...

MO, you sure know how to put lustful grins on your readers’ faces. I love your story. In terms of writing technique, I like the way Mark’s other senses are enhanced by being unable to hear or see. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll go and join the voyeurs on the couch.

Mad, amazing story thats keeping me guessing.
The twist was great, and i love the characters too. Can't wait for the next part :)

Passion

She poured the iced tea into my glass as if she had been doing that since birth. I stared at her perfection, wondering what it was that drew me to her. There was something. I had come so far. The glass filled to the rim...she stopped automatically, not a drop more than enough. My eyes caressed her form. I wondered if she could feel them. Her lashes were so long, yet, the way they fluttered when she blinked was what really mesmerized me; until she lifted her head from the glass she was tending to, then, my gawd, those eyes! Where had they come from? The ice blue of alpine glaciers with the softness of a minks fur gliding over one's hand! As she held my life in her eyes, she said in a voice of pure virgin silk "Are you ready to order?" I could not, had not even looked at the menu. I stammered, "Ummmm, what do you recommend?" She stood and pondered for a moment. I sat and admired for a lifetime!

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Originally Posted by EdgeOfHuman

Passion

She poured the iced tea into my glass as if she had been doing that since birth. I stared at her perfection, wondering what it was that drew me to her. There was something. I had come so far. The glass filled to the rim...she stopped automatically, not a drop more than enough. My eyes caressed her form. I wondered if she could feel them. Her lashes were so long, yet, the way they fluttered when she blinked was what really mesmerized me; until she lifted her head from the glass she was tending to, then, my gawd, those eyes! Where had they come from? The ice blue of alpine glaciers with the softness of a minks fur gliding over one's hand! As she held my life in her eyes, she said in a voice of pure virgin silk "Are you ready to order?" I could not, had not even looked at the menu. I stammered, "Ummmm, what do you recommend?" She stood and pondered for a moment. I sat and admired for a lifetime!

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Edgy one,
I say this but to a few, "You Sir, have a twisted sense of humor". A post that takes us back to the purity of the original intent of the thread. You can set aside the long sword EoH, it's your pen we must learn to fear.
Mad Lews

EdgeOfHuman, love the twist.. i think you're bringing the "short" part back to "short takes" :p

EoH - I agree - THIS is a real SHORT short. And poetry/prose piece! And twisted.
One of those pieces upon you think: A) yummm B) wish I wrote something like that. C: I have to try.
Thank you

Mad - Honesty I do not like much stories in which there is much mussing and commenting on anything that strikes author's fancy - unless they are exceptionally well done.
Yours are - I LOVE them. I do. Does that wit-well never dry? I hope not.

MO - are you having some more exams soon? You were sooo inspired - I love the way you use each segment as a build up for the next one.


This thread is really HOT - just look at last three contributions. ALL hot, very well written, AND totally DIFFERENT! Mad please indulge yourself in something that you usually refrain from doing (if anything :D) - you deserve it - one of the best threads bears your name.


Have fun


Pej

EdgeOfHuman...you really had me going there....cause I'm thinking...why would she be pouring iced tea??? What does that have to do with anything sexual?? But you made it all very sexual, then cute and funny! What a fine piece you have written! Bravo! Now...more please Sir?? :)

Passion (continued)

The night was far too cold and my time in this Cafe would be far too short I knew. What could one do? The money had run out once more I had to keep moving, yet, here she was! Her velveteen voice brought me back from the concrete roads of my troubles once more. She was smiling at me with those perfect teeth and cherubic lips as she said "You might try the chicken tonight...it is usually always good." Good? I laughed to myself; if she only knew how very good things were right now. Trying hard not to follow her eyes too tight, I said "the chicken it is then......sounds like the perfect dinner tonight" Her left hand was a liquid flow of movement over the little pad in her other hand; more of that 'right feel' nimbly sliding up and down my spine.

She turned to leave with my desires. Her hair sailing free amongst the florescent touch of the lights, the light glittering through the strands of her hair as they came to light in a frame around her oval face. I hesitated, and then asked, "May I ask what your name is dear Lady?" Looking over her soft shoulder with that same smile once more, she said "My name? Why, it is Passion. What is yours, Sir?".

Ahhhhh...now we are getting to the good stuff....lol....just teasing...but I do so love this!!...as I said before...more please?? :)

Nice, Edge of Human, intriguing. A character who is called 'Passion', yet somehow seems elusive. Interesting riddle.

Okay, the following contribution I have to offer is not an opening to a series; it's merely a stand alone piece of... fanfiction.
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Hospitality on Ogygia

‘How much longer must I endure the confines of this island,
still so far removed from the shores of my native dominion?
How much longer must I remain your unwilling companion,
going to sleep in your arms and waking up in the morning
only to weep on the beach where my drowned companions decayed?’

‘What, my silver-tongued guest? Is my company so abhorrent?
Why then have you not yet with diligent hands built a raft
which would carry you swiftly across the glittering ocean?’

‘There you mock me again. You know that I am but mortal.
Give me water to drink on the voyage and food for survival.
And before I set sail, grant me your solemn assurance
that you are setting me free with auspicious winds and your blessings
and have no intention of sending me into misfortune.’

‘Come and pleasure me now. I will think about your request.’

Lovely Ranai! How I do love the way you write! Very intriguing! :)