Short Takes

[Mad Lews]

Wow, I've never started one of these before so uhm, here goes.
One of the Yahell groups I was in a few years back had something called "shorts"

They were little tiny tidbits of a story or scene, a couple of paragraphs, something to put a smile on the readers face or maybe be a bit provocative.

I was hoping to do something like that here. Writers could do a blurb (500-1000 words) and be rewarded by the adulation of the adoring crowds or at least an occasional pat on the back.

Others could offer one or two sentence suggestions and perhaps see their fantasy spring to life from someone else's point of view. ( nothing too specific leave the writer some space to work in) something like " in the park, on the picnic table, she's on top, moonlight?".

I''ll post a "Short" example…

good luck

Mad Lews

[erotic_nibbles]

I''ll post a "Short" example…

<---still waiting......lol

~~nibbles~~

[Mad Lews]

<---still waiting......lol

~~nibbles~~

Well give me a couple minutes, I'm typing with both fingers
Mad

[erotic_nibbles]

Well give me a couple minutes, I'm typing with both fingers
Mad

lmao.....sowwy....I just couldn't help myself with that one

<---scampers off to read the long "short" post you also just put up

~~nibbles~~

[erotic_nibbles]

Oh my!......what a "short"!.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo

<----fanning her face rapidly with both hands

Gonna have to get Hunter to read that one and find out if he still has a nightstick from his patrol days and then go find us a dark parking lot! .....I'm not going to be driving away from him though

~~naughty nibbles~~

[orchidsoul]

Very sexy Mad Lewis! Love the idea of the thread and I'll try to contribute soon. As with all your delicious thoughts, my mind is wandering already

[Mad Lews]

Thank god it's Friday.
It's always a rush to get out of the parking lot on the last day of the workweek. You sit in your car waiting for the traffic jam at the exit to thin out a bit as you soak up the warm spring sunshine. Your shorts have ridden up between your legs, pressing into you and you tug them down.
He's forbidden you panties this week so you've worn skirts until today. Today your short shorts drove the guys at work nuts. Not that you're a tease, well, not really. Still whenever you'd turned around today there was a line of guys trying oh so hard to look like they weren't following you. Whenever you'd bent over, well you could see every one of them, stiff, flushed, and panting.
Your left hand has drifted down between your legs,a finger presses into the seam of the shorts and you shudder.
The parking lot's empty now, you really should be heading home. He'll be home soon and you shouldn't keep him waiting.
Your eyes are nearly closed as you tilt your head back against the headrest. Your mouth is open a bit, and the tip of your tongue traces a moist line along your upper lip.
There had been a whole line of them, at least a dozen, maybe more, nearly tripping over each other. Each and every one of them long, hard and aching for you,... wanting you,... needing you. Yesterday they had to consult with you on Monday's presentation, today they could see only one use for you.
Your right hand loosens the button of your shorts. The zipper's pushed open as your hand reaches inside, you rock your hips as the shorts are forced slowly down toward your knees.
It was his own damn fault. Stupid arbitrary rules about what you can and can't wear, You're an adult for gods sake. You were lucky the men hadn't decided to just push you face down over your desk, pull down your shorts and plunge into you one right after the other. All the men in the place, a line of them going out the office door and down the hallway.
That would have been his fault too, sending you to work dressed like this without any panties.
Two fingers of your right hand are deep inside you now rapidly plunging, in and out as your palm brushes against your hairless mound and the stiffening nub of needy flesh, wanting more. You moan aloud, your breath coming in short gasps. You're almost there.

There's a tapping on the car window and your eyes fly open. A nightstick rapping against the glass. He's tall, bending over to see in the window, a military style crew cut, mirrored sunglasses, a badge.
The officer's grinning broadly as he asks " Do you need any help there mam." Behind those mirrored shades he must be staring at your naked lap and the shorts bunched up around your knees. Your face changes from a flushed pink to nearly purple as you sink down in the seat. Your hips slide along the damp vinyl seat slick with your sweat and more.
You start the car without a word, pull half way across the parking lot before you stop to pull your shorts back up. You look in the rear view mirror, He's still bent over laughing.
You take a deep breath and head for home.

[submissivewife]

My weekend hasn't happened yet, but Sir says it might.

[FurryFury]

My weekend hasn't happened yet, but Sir says it might.

I hope you get to have your weekend someday! *hugs*

At least you have a "Sir," though!

Fury

[Nikita]

MO:

I have it on good authority your finals are over. (Tapping foot impatiently.)

We need the next portion of your serial. Your fans are clamoring. (pweez?)

Nikita

[pejanon]

Shipping Storm


I'd like to take you to Gallery.

One of the big ones - with wide corridors and halls, with very few visitors in lull hours.


You will wear long overcoat and skirt. Why would you want to wear overcoat in gallery? Oh, because you hands will be tied tight behind your back. I will try out that new white latex arm binder. I will wrap it tight and pull all those laces hard, till you squeal. It will make you walk proud.


And skirt? Well, no-pantied Tina needs to make your hot spots most available.

And - the hot spots will we very desiring of attention. I would see to that. Or rather, I would make YOU see to that.


So I will walk you to selected room. And in front the picture of your choice I will stand behind you and test the wetness of your pussy with my hand.


What picture is it? Turner's Ship in Storm? Very appropriate Do you like how the ship and storm become one? Tell me about it. Tell me!

While you do it you'll feel it moving behind and testing your puckered hole. Then you will realize that I was just wetting my fingers in your moisture you have produced for me and I will slip them in. Will both of them slip in your asshole easily? Will you resist me? - If you do, they will enter you still, but you will be wiggling, bucking and stifling moans. And do not pay attention to that man trying to figure poor mad Vincent on another wall and obvious to slightly odd couple of beautiful people with woman very flushed and breathing heavily People on the verge of orgasm are always beautiful, don't you think?


Then - will Tina need to cum impaled in her ass and with dripping pussy on which I would be practicing my feather touch? Arms so beautifully immobilized, body tight as c string? I should think so. However you will be still asked to comment on the Ship in Storm in great detail (hmmm what those mauves and grays mean, pray tell?). Then - when you desperately think that you just cannot hold on to sanity - I might whisper in your flushed ear: Cum now for me, my little cum whore.


Oh, you will!? You will need to scream and will want to stuff your fist in your mouth, but unfortunately your hands will be on your back, tightly encased, so you will have to just bite your lips. More so when I press my other hand on your twitching pussy and slip a finger or two in there too.


Will you try to stifle and try break my fingers with tightening of your anus, like ship shipping in storm? Oh yes - and I need to feel that storm. To know how hard are you cumming - to test strength of your anal orgasm and to keep it open in front of onslaught of your cum-tidal wave. I need to hold you while you buckle, to explore the clenching pussy, to feel it's tell tale mead oozing down my arm. I want to know in intimate detail how hard and how many times can you tighten that naughty puss on my hand, to posses its furnace heat you offer to me.


And to feel your body trashing in throes of orgasm I have given you, ingesting your half stifled yells from that trembling lips. Catcalls of never ending need? And is that man still communing with passionate Vincent?

You would cum for me Tina, would you? I thought so.


Later - when you recover a bit, but not too much - I will guide you to some convenient place. I will leave a finger in one of your holes (which one?). So we should not go far. A restroom? Perhaps. How about - the car?


Would you kneel on the back seat and suck my dick in the parking lot? After all it is your fault it so raging hard! You are cuming so good! Yes, I think you will suck it, try to swallow it, divide your attention equally between the head and the balls. After all, cock sucking is the art that should be practiced in the open.

Then I would just fuck your butt. Flip you on your back, rise your legs high up, letting you lie on your bound arms. I will ram you hard, plunge deep in you - letting you scream all you want. I know your arms will ache a lot by now. Will you be screaming from THAT pain - or THIS? Or from the bound exposure itself?

Then - I will tell you to cum again.

To cum with my cock in you ass. To try to break it. I want to look in your eyes as they glaze over. To look into them and know how do you cum while being used as sheath for my cock. To know -- being bound impaled and fucked hard - is that the ultimate kick? I want to look at your cuming pussy, to try to coax some gushing. It will be almost red, inflamed like plump apricot and cuming just for me. Sweet pussy, so desperate to engulf something - yet made to cum nevertheless.

When you feel you are at the crest of the mightiest wave of them all I will pump my cum deep in your body, in your soul, fueling this Ship's Storm. You will jerk with my jerks and reach yet another, higher, cum-plateau. There is almost no air there. But you do not need air - you need cumming.


Hmmm - I wonder how long would I have to hold you in my arms before you can drive again and swear "You asshole!" at people who cross your path.


And maybe you will have something in that lively bum hole - we cannot let it just close. It's not good for nice and naughty asses.

After all - butt plug is the only way to travel.


Will you come with me to Gallery?


(c) 2005 by Wollf

[Nikita]

Wow! I mean WOW, Pejanon!! Ladies?? Who has the Pampers??

[orchidsoul]

I'm a little behind in posts for this thread, but I just wanted to say these are great stories! It's the first thread I read, even though I'm not sharing that.. sorry.

Pej- that was completely erotic, and loving museums myself... well, let's just say I won't be able to look at art the same way again!

Triad- delicious descriptions of the pet. Sure is a panty wetter...

[pejanon]

Pej- that was completely erotic, and loving museums myself... well, let's just say I won't be able to look at art the same way again!
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Thanks orchidsoul
Yes I like museums galleries and such.

And all those nasty pictures - one need just right perspective and incentives....


triad - fast, qick, juicy and sw... nasty!

post some more!


Pej

[Nikita]

Triad:

What a wicked, twisted, sadist you are ....hmmm....you need anyone to check the mailbox?

Updates would be greatly appreciated.

Nikita

[learningtopleez]

WOW Pej darlin'! I have been remiss in catching up on these wonderful short takes...and you have made me do nothing but wish that I was Tina taking that erotic walk with you around the gallery! What a HOT story!

And triad....you have added such a naughtey take to the thread! I like!

[pejanon]

Thanks LTP

Yes galleries. And lighthouses too! Climbing those long winding stairs blindfolded and cuffed can be a bit of problem. But nothing that STRAP incentives cannot solve. And - vista from top is great!

I am glad you enjoy my hottales and hottails.

Pej

[submissivewife]

Nikita,

Hummm I loved the story. Unfortunately my children are now out of pampers and since you have been with family and can't hand any out I had to substitue with a towel. I must say, that was wonderful and....the towel is drenched.

subwife

[learningtopleez]

Another very interesting twist to a story triad! I do like the way you think!

[submissivewife]

This afternoon after talking to you I went to the couch spread my legs wide and imagine riding you. First with you in my pussy as you caressed and pinched my nipples I ride you with vigor and need. I then imagined turning around and taking you into my ass and riding you. My ass facing you and the view of me taking you into my ass as I ride you pleases you very much. I am supporting myself on my hands between your legs. You tried to control the power and speed by grabbing my hips. Only you weren't satisfied. You sat up and then came to a kneeling position, doing so and not leaving my ass. Then you take my hips and bring yourself out so the tip is at my entrance and then pull me back to you as you thrust forward. I am begging and screaming from the pain, but loving it all the same.

I continue to beg for mercy but not really wanting it. I love to have you do this to me, me begging for mercy but you denying it as you fuck my ass harder and faster. I lower my head to the bed. My ass is all that is in view. You love seeing yourself penetrate and fuck my ass fiercely. Then you grab the vibe and shove it into my dripping pussy. Leaning forward you then rub my clit. Fucking me fiercely, rubbing my clit and the vibe in my pussy nearly sends me to orgasm.

Remembering to ask I say, "Master, Please may I orgasm."

"No" is all you can say.

Groaning with desperation as my body threatens to send me over anyway, I concentrate on not cumming, but the feel of you doing these things to me is hard to control.

I hear you say in your most doming voice, "Don't you dare cum you slut. Hear me bitch you better not cum."

Your Dom voice nearly sends me to orgasm as well as the words. Fighting even harder to control the orgasm I feel you pump me as hard as you can. The pain is great but I love it. The submissiveness I feel is overwhelming and adds to my impending orgasm.

"Please, Master. I can't hold it. Please let me cum." I beg and cry.

Your ready to cum and as you do you say, "Cum bitch." The explosion in me is more than I can take I scream my orgasm and spasm violently. So intense is my orgasm that I faint.

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Waking I see my Master holding me tenderly and telling me what a good girl I was and how I was his little girl. I snuggle closer running my hands through the hair on your chest. Saying, "Thank you Master."

[Dapper Dan]

Yowser Subwif,

You sure got me going. (Yeah I'm an ass man in case you doubted it. And the images you planted with your story...
Nicely done. Hope your Master makes you write another short take.
Dan

[Nikita]

Remembering to ask I say, "Master, Please may I orgasm."

"No" is all you can say.

I hear you say in your most doming voice, "Don't you dare cum you slut. Hear me bitch you better not cum."

"Please, Master. I can't hold it. Please let me cum." I beg and cry.

"Cum bitch." The explosion in me is more than I can take I scream my orgasm and spasm violently. So intense is my orgasm that I faint.
"Thank you Master."

Subwife,

You just wrote the Cum Slut Mantra. Amen to that sister!

Nikita

[submissivewife]

Subwife,

You just wrote the Cum Slut Mantra. Amen to that sister!

Nikita

Does seem quite fitting doesn't it?

[pejanon]

HI SUBMISSIVEWIFE<

OH HOT SHORT _ VERY NICE!

Second person narration can be tricky (and unnatural) but you handled it weel, it flows natuaraly -- and the matra is SOO fitting

Wolfie

[Alex Bragi]

This is good, I liked it! Only you've confused your tenses in the first paragraph.

[submissivewife]

Yes Mad I have been having the time of my life. Master does seem to know how to push my buttons. Writing about it? Well I will just have to see about that. Sometimes it is hard to put all the emotions and feelings on paper. Heck sometimes it's hard to explain it to myself. BUT Thoroughly enjoying myself.

[pejanon]

Lupus in Media or:

How to Talk Dirty, Aggravate People and Get to Wear Collar in Public


By Wolffie
2005+ (c) by Wolfwerks


Some time ago.... Ahem some years ago .... ok, ok, MANY years ago (happy now?)... I used to be occasional guest on local radio stations (even small "Art" TV station) to run my mouth off on 'fantastic" art or music. That still happens but not too often. The incident described did not help ... and calling well know local critic "accomplished cocksucker and whore to producers" in another show helped even less...

I was invited in late late radio show (average audience 5 to 7) on talk show with a topic: "New morality in art and media" or something silly like that. Guests: Yours truly - expert on Fantastic (also a friend of host); moderately known movie critic, and a star - young priest. Not bearded, making himself popular with lectures, claimed to be "rock priest" (what an insult to decent music!), supposedly very liberal. (His liberal views ended with listening to Queen - and he even knew WHAT Freddie was. Wow..) Also publicity hungry - priests do not usually appear on TV/radio shows starting at 00:05. Midnight. (It was a time when church was in eclipse so the bugger had to work for it.)

Studio was near my place in old part of town and occupied HALF of one floor - SMALL! Sound studio could barely take the four of us.

It was a slow start - very relaxed.. The host tried some provocative subjects but nothing happened. (The critics was an old fox and didn't care anyway, neither did I at first- I consider such talk mostly hot air anyway.)

However it soon turned out that: a) the priest had strong, definitive opinions on everything, b) he was a kind of person starts sentences with: "I have nothing against THAT but.... " then you find out he has EVERYTHING against it.

He began to really piss me off. You know how some people just get to your nerves? Well, he was prime example.... Also, he mentioned too often: "Youth of today should this and NOT do that, blah blah " I hate that.

It got really heated. Him and me; the critic started to enjoy himself and was just was looking for things to goad us even more. Sly old fox.

The host kept saying "Now, now, gentleman, let's be civil..." but keeping an very interested eye at the lightened board for incoming calls and technician showing thumbs up. The night editor showed up too and started sawing the edge of the palm across the throat - and he could've just pulled the plug. So it went on: the youth-spoiling articles in teen magazines, nefarious music, 'bad' movies, absurd and immoral fashion etc.

Now, I do not rise to bait THAT easily (these days I would not spend three brain cells on that guy - but, I had more brain cell then!). I even went under the belt, with utterances like: "Oh the youth's minds? I am glad to hear that you are interested in their MINDS, as well." Since the guests could choose the music I insisted on numbers like Floyd's "Leave the Kids Alone" and, yes, "Walk on the Wild Side" by you know who.

Somewhere after two o'clock we hit on subject of kid's clothes (kids = teens). It was time of some kind of post punk revival (no Goths yet, I think). You can imagine. The critic connected the erotic story entitled "Collar" in local slick magazine and the kids wearing collars on streets. (The story was ordinary vanilla hit-and-run. Heroine is all a-shiver about The Story of O, narrates it to a boyfriend, he gets her a choker, she puts it on, he gets hard, they fuck in most ordinary manner and ride into sunset. Crap!) Ah, but the critic added something like: "Do you know those are real dog collars and they have SPECIAL meaning?" He was just sprinkling oil on fire. He succeeded. The black robed guy started foaming and fuming. At that time I did not attribute TOO MUCH meaning on collars - but he blew my cool completely.

I got up, went to the back room where I left my dog The dog was big black Labrador with white chest called Riki. I adored him - I still do. So I took the mutt to the front of the studio, in front of the glass partition, where a small crowd had gathered - I wanted them to SEE. I took Riki's collar, readjusted it and - put it on.

I went back in the soundproof room and sat down. The priest got up, moved his chair away from me as much as he could in the cramped room, muttering something about 'Outrageous, brimstone, blasphemous.'. He wasn't collared (the priest, I mean) but he got the message - part of it. I said something like; "Riki does me the honor of wearing my collar and being most faithful friend. I want to honor him by wearing HIS collar... ". I felt surprisingly cool, relaxed and light headed.

The show was soon over. It was to last up to 2:30 AM anyway so the night editor 'politely' called it quits.

I went home - wearing collar. I was very pissed AND I like to aggravate people from time to time. My wife was asleep (and pissed off later - when she found out what fun she missed. I was even more pissed because she was supposed to tape it and she just fell asleep even before it started.) I just flopped on the bed and went to sleep (OK. so I had a drink or two). In the morning - she awoke me verrry nicely.

Collars do that, you know.

Aftermath: I got a ton of messages and calls. Generally by people who didn't even hear it (oh, but the studio tape got around).

However, several days later we were going to a party and she suggested I wear the collar. So I did. Next time I suggested SHE wear it. She did - several times and NOT always in public. (OK - it was quite a number of times!)

THEN Riki got really nervous whenever we took his collar off (he was clean, you know, and I'm NOT too finicky and neither was she). But the dog started looking at me with: "Could you please leave my collar alone - make your mind awready. WHO is wearing it?"


Finally, from the children's store she got some plastic stiff belts and made two collars - pink and blue. (I swear!)

(I still have Riki's and the plastic one. But THAT is another story.)

END

I suppose I should add something about the collars. Yes it does change things. Snug, protecting and exposing at the same time. At first I had no feeling of ownership (one way or another), and I will not comment on that here. After all you either understand the power of the collar, or you don't.

In that studio I was just thinking how to aggravate and irritate the guy and make a point - nothing else. Actually I wasn't thinking at all. ...


After-aftermath: some years latter in that priest's parish (yes, he got one) certain significant sum of money went 'missing' - so much for morality.

[Chuckdom19]

Nicely written, Pej, and stirs up some memories, too. Thanks!

[submissivewife]

I woke to a gag in my mouth and lying in a cage. My hands tied to each corner above my head. My knees bent and ankles tied to each corner of the opposite end as my hands. Naked except for the collar I could feel snuggly around my neck. The collar fastened to one of the bars of my cage making it to where I could not move my head around. I felt helpless, scared, exposed, and vulnerable.
I didn't know who had me all I know is I was scared and I could hear someone/thing in the distance. All I could see was the ceiling above me. From the rafters and the natural wood, I guessed I was in some kind of barn or cabin but really had no idea where.
"Your awake my little pup." I hear from a familiar voice
"Auummphh,” I say. At the sound of the voice, I try to move head to see him but unable to move because of my collar hooked the way it was. Just the slightest movement cause pain around my neck and the airflow hampered. Scared I moved my head back to a position I could breath and hoped HE would come closer so I could see him.
Then HE comes into view. My Master, Owner, and Daddy was standing above me. I look at him imploringly for him to take the gag out to untie me. Reading my mind he says, "No, my pet, not yet."
Giving a noise of a whimper and cry, I watch Master lean against the top of my cage. "Don't worry my sweet, the puppies are asleep in the next room."
Knowing what he was saying my eyes become big at his implication, I struggle against my binds only to have the binds tighten on my wrists, and ankles and the collar choke me until I almost pass out from the lack of air. Settling down I open my eyes to look at my owner and realize he was serious my pups were fine.
Master leans away front he cage then walks around to the front of the gage and opens it. Climbs in and lays next to me. Oh, he felt so good, his body next to mine. I have wanted to feel him for so long I thought it would never happen. He touches my breasts then runs his hand from my heaving breast down my abdomen to my already responding pussy. Run a finger long my slit to gently open me then inserts his finger into my dripping pussy.
"My little bitch needs fucked don't you little bitch in heat."
His words humiliate me but cause my pussy to clench his finger in initiation. I arch my hips to his hand and want to fuck his hand as it teases my aching pussy. Taking and pulling my legs wider Master positions himself between my legs and puts his thick, hard, pulsating, cock to my entrance and says, "Show Daddy how bad you want him."
Arching up as best I can I put my Master into me as far as I can then start to fuck him slowly, watching his face the whole time. He watches me closely then smiles. Reaching up to my wrists he unties them then reaches down to my ankles and unties them then unhooks the collar he leaves me, crawls out of the cage, and says, "Come bitch."
Again, humiliation pours through me but I move from the cage and crawl in front of my Master to await his orders.
"Turn around and present Daddy your ass."
Turning around I present my ass to him then Master grabs my hips roughly and pulls me closer to him until he is at the entrance to my pussy then pulls me back fiercely against him. I scream into my gag at the force of his entry and the size of his cock. Breathing heavily as he fucks me fiercely, my body begins to beg for release.
Then without warning on his out thrust he pulls out of me and on his in thrust, thrusts deep into my ass. Again, the shock of the entry and the pain causes me to scream. Only this time I didn't stop my screams as he fucks my ass just as fierce as he did my pussy.
Reaching around me to touch my aching clit Master rubs my clit softly at first then harder as he come closer to his own climax. Still rubbing harder he says, "Cum bitch" and I cum as he orders, as he pumps his seed into my ass.

[Chuckdom19]

Excellent short-short, submissivewife! Begging for a sequel...