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Title: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 10, 2011, 06:39:33 PM
We have been given permission to create a space for anonymous porn writing. Short stories and vignettes welcome from all comers.
Fnar.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 10, 2011, 07:00:24 PM
Blythe, Blythe, GB calling Blythe.........
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Custardy Fututrix on May 10, 2011, 07:08:04 PM
That's very interesting...  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 10, 2011, 08:19:59 PM
It's SOOOOOO exciting.
I lay awake last night planning one.
But I have to mark the maths papers first before putting pen to paper.


^RC ... you just want to be one the characters again don't you?
Tut.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 10, 2011, 09:01:48 PM
Oh, but now I have to think up a new name and stuff. Why did I use Fragrant Bush already? It would have been perfect.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Musette on May 10, 2011, 09:07:23 PM
We have been given permission to create a space for anonymous porn writing. Short stories and vignettes welcome from all comers.
Fnar.

Sorry if I'm being dim, but can you explain how this works in practice?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 10, 2011, 09:42:11 PM
^ We all send Blythe our dirty thoughts and she creates something both witty and entertaining.  Sort of like "Carry on GB"  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 10, 2011, 10:26:21 PM
We have been given permission to create a space for anonymous porn writing. Short stories and vignettes welcome from all comers.
Fnar.

Sorry if I'm being dim, but can you explain how this works in practice?

Well, my understanding is that if you want to write a porn story, you can post it on here. If you want to use your normal GB name, that's fine, but you can also create a pen name, if you want to be anonymouser.  :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 10, 2011, 10:28:36 PM
^ We all send Blythe our dirty thoughts and she creates something both witty and entertaining.  Sort of like "Carry on GB"  :D
I shall call you Matron all Friday night for suggesting MY porn is like Carry on ....
Tut.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 10, 2011, 10:30:47 PM
I was hoping people would write their own stories, rather than expecting Blythe to do all the work.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 10, 2011, 10:33:56 PM
When I have oodles of mental energy, maybe.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 10, 2011, 10:37:05 PM
I was hoping people would write their own stories, rather than expecting Blythe to do all the work.
Yeah ... I'm virtually a spent husk.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 10, 2011, 10:38:27 PM
Me too.

What if I run out of stories?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 10, 2011, 10:39:11 PM
Then this will have been a failure. You will have been a failure.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 10, 2011, 10:40:18 PM
Well OBVIOUSLY you will have to get more experiences under your belt.
Well that's the attitude I am adopting.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 10, 2011, 10:55:10 PM
This is true.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 10, 2011, 11:02:56 PM
^ We all send Blythe our dirty thoughts and she creates something both witty and entertaining.  Sort of like "Carry on GB"  :D
I shall call you Matron all Friday night for suggesting MY porn is like Carry on ....
Tut.

Yes, you will have to severely chastise me.   ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 10, 2011, 11:06:04 PM
It won't be sexy RC ... I will do my Kenneth Williams voice and face.  It will be horrid.  :o
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 10, 2011, 11:14:21 PM
Aw, I was hoping for Hattie Jaques at the least Blythe.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 10, 2011, 11:16:55 PM
 ;D ;D
I am so much more Kenneth than Hattie.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 10, 2011, 11:23:58 PM
Perhaps we can do some scenes from "Carry On Camping" (my personal favorite Carry On movie)

I will be Miss Haggerd to your Dr Soper :P
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 10, 2011, 11:45:06 PM
*pulls up the cumfy chair*

Popcorn anyone? :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 10, 2011, 11:48:35 PM
I think you'll be waiting a bit yet. I mean, we have to choose names!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 10, 2011, 11:58:30 PM
My personal favourite at the moment is
BedroomBlythe but obviously it's not anonymous, and I do think that I will be more adventurous if I have a pseudonym.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: two monkeys on May 11, 2011, 12:06:48 AM
*pulls up the cumfy chair*

Popcorn anyone? :)

Griffen, you hang out in that comfy chair a lot.

You should get a job or something.

And yes, I'd love some popcorn  ;)

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: two monkeys on May 11, 2011, 12:08:19 AM
I've been thinking about names. Even though I will not be writing any smutty stories

Torrid Bunting

or

Sullied Bunting.

Whatcha think?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 11, 2011, 08:20:32 AM
Torrid.

Sounds vaguely Spanglish.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 11, 2011, 08:23:08 AM
So I have a story BURSTING to come out ...
this evening I shall type it up ... and I have chosen a name.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 11, 2011, 08:27:27 AM
Oh, it's pee, isn't it?

I can tell.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 11, 2011, 08:29:13 AM
No it isn't ... I can categorically say that my stories will not contain any showers.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 11, 2011, 08:29:52 AM
 :'(
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 11, 2011, 08:33:28 AM
Perhaps that could be your area of expertise ?
poo and wee.
 :-[
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 11, 2011, 08:35:00 AM
Perhaps.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: two monkeys on May 11, 2011, 08:51:11 AM
Torrid.

Sounds vaguely Spanglish.

Ok, Thanks  :)

Someone else can be Sullied.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 11, 2011, 08:51:29 AM
Lalala.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 11, 2011, 08:53:16 AM
Well thats dealt with my Horn HHAYT ...   :-\

thanks for the giggle though.

Does Minty come in the Vault?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: two monkeys on May 11, 2011, 08:54:38 AM
Well thats dealt with my Horn HHAYT ...   :-\

thanks for the giggle though.

Does Minty come in the Vault?

Don't we all?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 11, 2011, 08:55:42 AM
Well thats dealt with my Horn HHAYT ...   :-\

thanks for the giggle though.

Does Minty come in the Vault?

I will re-ignite it. Come here.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 11, 2011, 11:08:39 AM
Bet you can't but try anyway.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Anus Nin on May 11, 2011, 07:46:34 PM
They had been looking at each other from across the dancefloor all evening. Her face would appear as the strobe flashed, the dark eyes searching, vulnerable, defiant. "I dare you," they said. The techno throbbed, pulsed and resonated with a room full of dancers.

I finished my drink and walked towards the chill-out room. I was getting restless, felt trapped by my usual reserve, and wanted to stop torturing myself by staring at this girl. There was a balcony right at the end of the room, and as I pushed through the doors and they closed behind me, the thumping base muted and I was able to breathe clear summer air. It was dark, and the lights of Berlin twinkled like a reflection of the night sky. I leaned against the wall of the converted warehouse and sighed. I might be sexually frustrated, but this holiday had been fantastic.

Behind me, I heard the doors open and close. I turned, and it was the girl. She had dark hair, dark eyes, and the kind of olive skin I have always found irresistibly attractive. She was wearing a maroon coloured vest and dark blue skinny jeans. She had on scruffy converse, in keeping with the shabby-chic Berlin look. She glanced at me long enough to tell me she knew who I was, and then out towards the city. The night was still and warm, and there was a form of urban quiet  - leaving aside the low insistent beat of the bass and the distant sound of a police siren. In an instant I decided to act. Sometimes you get sick of thinking about what might have been.

I walked over behind her and planted a kiss on the exposed nape of her neck. She tasted salty. She gasped, straightened herself and looked self consciously around. The balcony was empty aside from us - it was in a lesser-known part of the enormous building which housed the club. At that moment I knew two things: I was going to fuck her. And I was going to do it here. I grabbed her slim wrist and moved her over to the shadow, around a corner where there were no doors or windows. She was panting as I pushed her against the wall.
"I'm going to fuck you now," I informed her. She bit her bottom lip nervously, brown eyes once again darting nervously around. But then they came to rest on me. And they did not move away.

I grabbed a fistful of her short dark hair, and used it to turn her face to the right. Leaning heavily against her, I kissed her earlobe, pulling it lightly with my teeth. I flicked the tip of my tongue inside her ear. A sharp intake of breath urged me on.

Letting go of her hair, I grabbed both wrists and pulled them above her head, pinning them with my left hand against the wall. She did not resist. I kissed her then, on the mouth; an urgent, insistent kiss. I wanted to devour her. Her lips were young, soft and responded eagerly to mine. In our hunger, our teeth clashed and our tongues rehearsed what we wanted to happen later. My right hand was under her vest top and over her bra, which was lacy. Her breasts were average sized, firm, and the nipples were erect. I pushed her vest up and began to kiss her chest, and run my tongue down between her breasts until her bra stopped me. As I started to hold a nipple between my lips and firmly pull, she tried to move her arms. I'm not sure why, but this act of defiance tipped me over the edge of a precipice. I spun her around and pushed her toward the concrete balustrade that edged the balcony.

"Lean against it - you're going to need support." My voice had grown husky. I barely recognised it.

As she did so, I reached around, unbuckled her belt and pulled it from her jeans. I undid her buttons and pushed the jeans down. Cute black knickers, lacy edged. Grabbing the edge of the belt, I ran it up the inside of her leg, up the thigh, until it rested against the crotch of her knickers. She gasped, "Oh god", and arched her back. She involuntarily spread her legs wider. Seeing this expression of desire made me breathless. I wanted to feel how wet she was, but I was determined to make us both wait.

Twisting the belt around my fist, I had about a foot of plastic dangling down as I said, "Straighten your back and your legs." She obeyed. Her body formed an L shape; her backside the inviting corner. I ran my left hand down, over the rucked-up cotton of her top and onto the satiny material of her knickers. My warm hand rested against her buttocks for a moment. She moaned.

I swung the plastic belt sharply and it cracked against her flesh. She cried out. I said: "Be quiet. People will hear you." I swung it again, harder, sharper, and heard her cry. A third time, harder still. She was sobbing slightly, obediently keeping still, and because she had obeyed me I swung her around, kissed her voraciously and put my hand inside her knickers. They were soaking wet. My fingers slipped inside the warmth of her and we both gasped this time. To the distant beat of the techno I fucked her, sliding slippery fingers over her clit, inside her cunt, over and over until she came, wrapped around me, mouth locked upon mine. In the darkness, a plane began its decent to Tegel airport, and, slumped together on the floor of the balcony, we watched it bank and align itself in the required position; it's lights flashing in the summer night sky.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 11, 2011, 07:59:11 PM
Ooooooooooh Anus!  That was fabulous.

I loved this line:

'Our tongues rehearsed what we wanted to happen later'.
Very cool.
You should write them into a bedroom and carry that on ...

And this made me laugh:
'I was determined to make her wait' about 30 seconds before she fucked her.


Are we supposed to guess who wrote it?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 11, 2011, 08:07:24 PM
Hooray! It's started.  :D

Blythe - I think we have to respect people's anonymity, do we not?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 11, 2011, 08:08:53 PM
As in nun.

It's clearly val-o-rama. Nah, it's not.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: two monkeys on May 11, 2011, 10:28:03 PM
@ Anus Nin -  Great story   :D

@ Scully - Great thread  :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 11, 2011, 10:31:54 PM
I like that. Of course. It has all the ingredients. ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 11, 2011, 10:47:46 PM
Ooooh, my legs have gone to jelly reading that :P
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 11, 2011, 10:49:25 PM
Reads like Salamanda may have written it?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 11, 2011, 10:50:16 PM
^RC
You'd have fallen off the balcony if then !
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 11, 2011, 10:51:23 PM
^RC
You'd have fallen off the balcony if then !

Yes, into the arms of a dozen naked maidens......
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 12, 2011, 11:31:24 PM
Heatstroke.


They walked lethargically uphill in the baking heat towards the holiday apartments.  Neither said much.  For starters Kate hardly knew this Connie woman.  She was the sister of a friend of a friend and had only stepped in to make up the holiday numbers, because someone had dropped out at the last minute.

Kate wasn’t good at making small talk, and from what she had noticed the night before at dinner, neither was Connie.  She had been very quiet at the other end of the table, as the old friends all got riotously drunk on the first night of their Greek holiday.

She was also a bit embarrassed because Connie’s sister had thought it hilarious to warn Connie not to be left alone with Kate as she might try and shag her.  Being the only lesbian in her group of friends meant this was a bit of a running joke, made more ironic because Kate was famous for never being able to make the first move.

She was at least glad to see Connie hadn’t taken it seriously because just now, when she declared she was too hot to stay on the beach any longer and she was heading back to sit indoors, Connie had said she would do the same.

Kate asked a few inane questions about Connie’s job but the conversation was stilted at best.

It was deliciously cool in the apartment.  Connie headed off for the bathroom and Kate heard the shower running.  She stood in the kitchen wafting the fridge door back and forth trying to cool down.  She drank some bottled water and began to feel a bit better. She’d go and have a nice cold shower when Connie had finished and then lie naked on her bed and doze until the others got back.

Kate was gazing out of the kitchen window when she heard Connie behind her.
“Oh God, that’s better” said Connie as she went to the fridge.  Kate turned and saw that Connie was standing at the fridge wearing a loose vest and knickers and nothing else.  She has a fit body thought Kate surveying her shoulders and  trim legs.

 Connie turned and Kate was aware she had been caught looking.  She flushed red and said hurriedly,
“Is the shower free now?”
“I imagine so, as we are the only ones here”. Connie had an amused smile on her face as she put the water bottle to her lips.  She took several long gulps of water and a trickle ran down her chin and neck.  Kate watched it descend down Connie’s cleavage and disappear behind the flimsy cotton.  Oh my God I am staring right at her breasts thought Kate with mortification. 
She turned quickly and ran the sink tap.
“If you run your wrists under cold water I’ve heard it’s as good as a cold shower when you feel overheated” said Kate.  Oh fucking shut up you idiot.  That sounds pathetic. She was acting like a complete pratt. Just leave the kitchen immediately.

She felt warm breath on her neck and nipples lightly pressing into her back through her thin sun dress. Connie took her wrist and held it under the tap.  As the water cooled the blood in her wrist, the blood everywhere else in her body began to heat up.

 She felt her cunt twinge as this almost stranger bit her lightly along her neck and shoulder.  Kate tilted her neck to one side and leant back slightly as a virtual stranger licked and caressed her slim neck.  Connie slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and gently pulled the dress over her braless breasts.  Kate gasped a little as Connie slid her hands under her arms and slowly took them in her hands.

 She traced her pert, pink nipples with her fingers simultaneously and pinched them hard.  Kate groaned and tried to turn round,
 “No, you don’t,” Connie hissed in her ear.   Kate felt her knees turn to jelly at the confidence of this woman. Please God no-one come back from the beach yet she thought nervously.

Connie slowly lifted the sundress skirt up at the side and stroked Kate’s outer thighs lightly.  Kate pressed her arse against the crotch of the woman behind her.

 She stepped back and led her backwards through the kitchen doorway and into the living room.  Still behind her Connie sat down on the sofa pulling Kate to sit on her lap. Kate wanted to wriggle round and get to the kissing but Connie pushed her legs apart and hooked hers over Kate’s lower legs so she couldn’t move.  She ran her hand along the top of Kate’s bikini bottoms.

 She untied the sides with one-handed ease and threw the crotch open exposing her cunt to the cool air.  I think she must have done this before thought Kate with admiration.

Connie looked down the half naked body of this cute little woman.  She was like a little nymph, with her slim hips, lithe thighs and smooth pubic bone that was rising and falling in the hope that she would be touched.


She hovered her hand over the mesmerising little cunt, and then unable to draw out the moment any longer she laid her fingers over the moist lips that were silently calling.
Kate groaned loudly and arched her back as Connie rubbed at her glistening, throbbing cunt.  She put one of her own hands over Connie’s and pushed her harder against her engorged lips, fingers slipped inside her and she sighed with relief. 

They both watched their hands as Connie fucked her slowly and deeply. But it wasn’t enough.
“I want your mouth on me” whispered Kate as Connie stroked her clit with slippery fingers.
“So do I,” said Connie hoarsely and released Kate’s legs. Kate jumped up and swung round to face Connie who was flushed and dark-eyed.

 Kate nimbly straddled Connie’s hips standing on the sofa, she held her skirt with one hand and Connie’s hair with the other.  She leant her head against the wall for balance and pushed her cunt onto Connie’s waiting mouth. 

She bucked and gasped at the heat and pressure from the gorgeous wet mouth, at the tongue that enveloped her, at the fingers that were fucking her fast and furiously.  She was on the edge of coming when they both froze. 

 The sound of voices outside the nearby door galvanised them to move.  Kate jumped backwards off the sofa nearly falling on the coffee table and Connie stood up and looked around helplessly. 
“Pull your dress up,” she said quietly and as they heard a key in the door.  Kate desperately tugged at the straps and got herself covered as one of the girls entered the room.

 Kate headed for the hall door that led to the bedrooms glancing back at Connie who was stuffing her bikini bottoms behind a cushion.
“Blimey Kate,” said Connie’s sister as she slumped onto the sofa they had just vacated.
“You look quite ill.  You’re all flushed.  You should stay in the shade tomorrow maybe”.  Kate mumbled in agreement as a little trickle of cum ran down her thigh.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 12, 2011, 11:41:33 PM
Blythe! That was a nice thing to read! And you are in your usual persona... brave thing :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 12, 2011, 11:45:51 PM
Blythe! That was a nice thing to read! And you are in your usual persona... brave thing :)
Well I shall get round to a pseudonym when I want to write something that will make me blush knowing I have to meet GBers in real life. 
It took blooming ages because the offspring kept trying to talk to me.  Tut.
 ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 12, 2011, 11:47:42 PM
Yes, Offspring can be something of an impediment to certain activities...
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 12:34:27 AM
Mmm, need to stroke my heat.  :-[
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 13, 2011, 12:42:59 AM
When you've finished stroking can I have some feedback please?

Was it lacking in physical description of the women?
It's hard to work it into the story and keep up the momentum.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 12:44:12 AM
k i'l'l gobve feedbnakcn onow

it was goosd
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 13, 2011, 12:47:47 AM
 ;D ;D
goosed ... sounds rude.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 12:49:19 AM
*ducks*
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 07:10:29 AM
These are my favourite lines:

“Is the shower free now?”
“I imagine so, as we are the only ones here”. Connie had an amused smile on her face as she put the water bottle to her lips."

"She took several long gulps of water and a trickle ran down her chin and neck." (Nice. Foreshadowing the trickle of cum later?)

“If you run your wrists under cold water I’ve heard it’s as good as a cold shower when you feel overheated” said Kate.  Oh fucking shut up you idiot.  That sounds pathetic. She was acting like a complete pratt. Just leave the kitchen immediately."

"...lithe thighs and smooth pubic bone that was rising and falling in the hope that she would be touched."

"Kate groaned loudly and arched her back as Connie rubbed at her glistening, throbbing cunt."

"Kate mumbled in agreement as a little trickle of cum ran down her thigh. "


Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 13, 2011, 08:37:37 AM
I wish I had planned for the two trickles but no I hadn't ...
I like that dialogue bit best as well.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 08:40:50 AM
There are actually four trickles. Kate gets a pickle out the fridge to sex0r herself with because it's nice and ridgy, but she spills the bottle. Then the fourth trickle is a shark comes from the ocean and shakes off on everyone. Then there's a fifth trickle but I can't remember what it was.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 13, 2011, 08:42:00 AM
I would say that 5 trickles becomes something else ... a rivulet?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 08:44:08 AM
No. The trickles are occurring separately. All over everyone's sweaty cum-covered bodies.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 13, 2011, 08:45:45 AM
I wouldnt mind a pickle trickle as I adore gherkins but I could take or leave the shark one.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 08:47:50 AM
Let's not neglect the pickled onion in the pickle fest.

Ben wa balls made of pickled onions? Yes please.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 13, 2011, 06:43:20 PM
k i'l'l gobve feedbnakcn onow

it was goosd

*sprays screen with OJ*

Blythe that was very good. :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 13, 2011, 07:48:28 PM
Thanks G !
You spill an awful lot of things on your PC screen don't you ... ?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 13, 2011, 08:14:16 PM

Griffin, there's only one thing you do more than spraying screens with liquid. And that one thing is sitting in kumpfy chairs.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 14, 2011, 12:10:36 AM
^Lol! This is deliciously ironic.  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 14, 2011, 12:12:25 AM
Thor - How do you know?  :o
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 14, 2011, 12:13:15 AM
Shhh!  >:(
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 14, 2011, 12:15:07 AM
Oops  :-X  :-[
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 14, 2011, 12:29:58 AM
Don't forget the yurts.

duke says don't forget the cunt in the grass.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 14, 2011, 12:34:42 AM
Not fair! I want the yurts. They were so hott.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 14, 2011, 12:35:21 AM
You have a yurt like a wizard's sleeve.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 14, 2011, 12:39:23 AM
I would never do that.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 14, 2011, 12:46:35 AM

Griffin, there's only one thing you do more than spraying screens with liquid. And that one thing is sitting in kumpfy chairs.

I have a bad habit of eating meals and drinking liquids whilst on the puter.... it's a wonder I haven't choked on my cheese yet!  :o
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 14, 2011, 01:11:15 AM
oh I have one I'd love to post but I'm not sure I'd be brave (or maybe confident is a better word) enough. No point posting with another boardname as some GBers have already read it and would know it's me immediately.

Also there is a slight detail I'm not sure what people would think about and I definitely don't want to raise arguments here.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 14, 2011, 09:51:47 AM
Porn involving men. Great.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 14, 2011, 09:55:00 AM
It's all the rage. Even Diva is doing it these days.

I liked this sentence:

"She took it and he sat close putting his foot on her stool like she was his for the night."

But for the story to work for me otherwise, the he would need to be a she.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 14, 2011, 09:58:04 AM
Porn involving men. Great.
Trans men

Oh Ok. Well, not my bag, but well done for keeping this thread alive!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 14, 2011, 11:27:34 AM
It was infinitely better than the yurts and bacon and eggs :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 14, 2011, 11:55:42 AM
Less is more, Thor.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 14, 2011, 03:48:59 PM
I liked it much more than the yurt porn Thor.

I was a bit worried that you may have told us too much info about your friend though.
Maybe next time use fictional people.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 14, 2011, 05:14:29 PM
*** I have decided to remove this story from the thread. I would like to thank everyone who read it and commented about it.

I have my own reasons for this removal but if there is anyone who wanted to read it and didn't get a chance, please feel free to IM me and I can send it to you via IM.



Thank you.
Leka
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on May 14, 2011, 05:22:50 PM
Nice.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Suzywongster on May 15, 2011, 12:15:11 PM
These are all fab! :)

kinda
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: valerie on May 15, 2011, 02:58:35 PM
fantastic. I just found this and only read Leka's but now i am HOT
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 15, 2011, 04:05:20 PM
I also love Leka's.   Fabulous. The head teacher sounds just like a latin teacher I had who we all had a crush on.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: rebelsoul on May 15, 2011, 04:26:42 PM
aw its the first time i,ve had time to read all of them  :)
and big congrats to all the writers  :P
keep them cuming the more pervy n twisted the better  ;D ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 15, 2011, 06:10:59 PM
@ val and Blythe - thank you.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 15, 2011, 08:09:07 PM
fantastic. I just found this and only read Leka's but now i am HOT
read mine.
Thor .. please read mine Val is more polite!

Val, please read mine too.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sorted. on May 15, 2011, 08:20:11 PM
This thread makes me feel ever so flustered!

Nice work though, people. Keep it up!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 15, 2011, 08:27:09 PM
'flustered'
 ;D ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sorted. on May 15, 2011, 08:31:33 PM
Oi, don't mock - I get flustered easily.  I'm in a right old 2 and 8.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 15, 2011, 08:36:52 PM
Oh !  You have inspired me ...

I shall get some cockney rhyming slang into my next one ...

She chased her up the apples and pears shouting sexily,
'I want to touch your Jeremy Hunt'.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sorted. on May 15, 2011, 08:42:34 PM
And lots more thrup'ney bits!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 15, 2011, 08:57:02 PM
And lots more thrup'ney bits!
Are they t*ts?

And your ha'penny?  Is that your do-da?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzZoo on May 16, 2011, 07:02:27 PM
I haven't been entirely sure where to post this request, but figured it was possibly better here than in the creativity section... wouldn't want to offend anyone with the lewdity. Apologies if this isn't the right place either.

I absolutely love drawing, and experiment with different styles of graphic-novel-type illustrations. However, I'm not so keen on writing to go with it. Makes me feel a bit  :-[ .  I was wondering if any of you talented writers fancied collaborating (just for fun) on some illustrated literotica?  :D

(Think Brian Tarsis style, but excluding males and not necessarily BDSM.)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 16, 2011, 07:54:32 PM
Ooooooh pictures too!!!
How fabulous.
You have my permission to illustrate my story if you want.
I wish I could draw.
Alternatively the next time I am inspired I could send it to you first and you could add illustrations.

PS at least one of the characters must look like me.
 ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 16, 2011, 07:56:33 PM
I'm doing some field work, but I'll write a story soon.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 16, 2011, 08:01:13 PM
Is it going to be set in a field ?

How very Tess of the D'Urbs ...
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 16, 2011, 09:34:18 PM
No. 'Tis a figure of speech Blythey.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzZoo on May 16, 2011, 09:38:09 PM
Ooooooh pictures too!!!
How fabulous.
You have my permission to illustrate my story if you want.
I wish I could draw.
Alternatively the next time I am inspired I could send it to you first and you could add illustrations.

PS at least one of the characters must look like me.
 ;D

Awesome! But... I don't know what you look like.  ??? You could also send me descriptions of any characters if you so please. This is very exciting.  ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 16, 2011, 09:45:12 PM
^ MzZ
I am joking about the looking like me thing ...
you can pretend a character looks like my avatar pic if you like ... that woman is HOT!

Though as I am constantly pointing out I DO look like her if you squint and it's dark.
 ;D ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzZoo on May 17, 2011, 12:06:54 AM
^ *chuckles*  ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 17, 2011, 01:18:15 AM
Oooh, MzZoo, I've deleted my story from here but if I decide to post another one someday would you like to illustrate it? :D

Or maybe we could IM and start something entirely new together.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzZoo on May 17, 2011, 10:08:24 AM
Yes, Leka, I would like either of those things very much.  ;D



*is very excited about all this*
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzZoo on May 18, 2011, 10:40:18 PM
The drawings are at least... but I'm busy warming up my porn hand for when the time comes.  ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 18, 2011, 10:44:18 PM
I can't just knock one out you know !!

I have to be inspired.


 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzZoo on May 18, 2011, 10:48:17 PM
^  ;D Harharhar.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 18, 2011, 11:03:25 PM
Actually Thor, it doesn't really.  I get inspired to write a story by a particular sexual position usually, or a memory of something that happened or a wish fulfilment.  But it's not usually visual.

I wonder what inspires others?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 18, 2011, 11:04:41 PM
<--- visual. Amongst other things.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Uncle Pants on May 18, 2011, 11:44:46 PM
Does this help?

http://santamariahorsesupply.com/images/pi_307.jpeg
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 18, 2011, 11:51:34 PM
If my creative juices were flowing I'd have no need for a big pot of ointment.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 19, 2011, 12:05:29 AM
Dear Thor, Not tonight. I've got a headache.
(I really have!).   :D

I am off to bed in a minute.  I have to get up early as it's the youngest's birthday tomorrow.  She will be 14 and I have to give her a nice breakfast and she has presents to open before school.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 19, 2011, 12:13:56 AM
I wonder what inspires others?

Usually my own fantasies. Sometimes people I've met with whom I know nothing will happen (either because they're straight, not available or anything).

Sometimes I get inspired by friends' fantasies though. The story I posted on here was written as a present for a GB friend years ago.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 19, 2011, 12:16:29 AM
Yes I love the idea of stories as gifts, tailor-made for particular people.  It's so much nicer than bubble-bath or chocolates.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Conette on May 19, 2011, 01:21:16 AM
Not a continuation. No blankets.


An exhilarated crowd jostled in the square, legs aching, happy to come
to a halt in the warmth of the late afternoon sun. I had lost Emma to
the surge of anonymous bobbing heads and waving arms. Swallowing my
panic, I calmed myself with the decision to do nothing; to stay where I
was and let her find me.

When her cool hands covered my eyes, I smiled, turning with relief.

"Don't turn round." Oh. I didn't recognise the voice. My stomach
clenched and panic rose again in my throat.

"Be good," she commanded, hot breath on the back of my neck. "You're
here for the speeches, so listen to them."

Slowly, she took one hand away from my eyes, pressing it firmly against
my stomach and pushing me backwards, in towards her. A cold metal buckle
sent a shiver up my back and her other hand crept inside the front of my
t-shirt to squeeze my nipples. Hard.

"Ha! You like it!" And, confusingly, I did. Blushing with shame and
excitement, I stared straight ahead, trying to concentrate on the
speakers, aware of the crowd and hoping nobody was watching.

"Pull down your pants," she whispered, then bit my ear. Mesmerised, I
obeyed, and she brought both her hands beneath my skirt, holding my
thighs.

After a motionless eternity, she spoke again; " Now say please," but my
voice was frozen. Could I speak? Fuck, I wanted to. Finally I managed a
strangled 'please' and she slid two fingers into my cunt. She wore a
ring. Rubbing the palm of her hand against my clit, she held me still
with the other hand gripping my thigh and fucked me slowly and silently.
When I held my breath, she put a hand over my mouth. I closed my eyes
and bit it and she let go of me.

"Now go and find your friend."
 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 19, 2011, 06:31:14 PM
Ooh la la, Conette :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 19, 2011, 07:59:14 PM
Oooooh I like Conette's offering.
Very suave.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 19, 2011, 08:27:19 PM
Yes I love the idea of stories as gifts, tailor-made for particular people.  It's so much nicer than bubble-bath or chocolates.

I have recently discovered how lovely this is.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 19, 2011, 08:40:13 PM
I like Conette's story too.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 21, 2011, 05:30:18 PM
There was no jostling at the NHS rally in Parliament Street today. I was disappointed.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 21, 2011, 05:31:37 PM
There was no jostling at the NHS rally in Parliament Street today. I was disappointed.
Oh dear.
Conette wasn't there then.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 21, 2011, 05:42:14 PM
There was no jostling at the NHS rally in Parliament Street today. I was disappointed.
Oh dear.
Conette wasn't there then.

LOLOL.  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 21, 2011, 05:46:03 PM
She may have been there, but otherwise engaged  ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: ars on May 21, 2011, 06:49:43 PM
Monday

I push you up against the wall. Reach under your skirt and pull aside your soaking knickers to touch you. You’ve wanted me to do that all evening. The crickets are screeching. Are they outraged?

Tuesday

Anti-gravity fuck, in the sea. Balanced on my fingertips as they ripple across your skin. Slipping inside you like it’s an accident. Like I can’t tell in the water what’s inside and out. We both pretend we’re not really doing what we’re doing, but we know we are being watched. The sun is so bright that it obscures the detail. But you’re moving against me, drawing my hand into you. And your breath matches the crash of the waves. Slow, heavy.  They are watching, I say, and in your eyes I see a flash of panic, you think I’m going to stop. The sunlight breaks into millions of shards as it hits the water. I push into you deeper.

Wednesday

We argue. Then fuck. Then go for food.

Thursday

You are wicked and you know it. You pretend that it’s me who has the dirty mind, but I know it’s you making me do these things. Just because you say nothing, it doesn’t mean that it’s not your idea. The way you move tells me exactly what you want me to do to you. I have never done these things with anybody else. I won't ever tell anybody else.

Friday

It’s too hot to read, I say. It’s too hot to touch, you say. You are pretending to read and keep flicking my hand away from you. I know you are pretending because your eyes keep going unfocused and you haven’t turned a page in ages. I’ll get you back for that later. On your knees, with your wrists tied together and hands curled into furious fists. You’d beat them against the bed in frustration if they weren’t restrained by a loop around your neck. It's you who wants to be touched. And now it’s really fucking hot; the air-con is broken there’s no breeze tonight. When I come close to you, your skin breaks out in a sweat, you know what’s coming but don’t know when. I take my time and tease you. Running my hand up the inside of your leg, almost to the top, but stopping. You cry out in protest. I push you forward onto your fore-arms, the restraints pull your head down and leave your arse in the air. Two sharp slaps. I watch a rivulet of sweat run down your back, between your shoulder blades. I leave you, with your cheeks smarting, to get a cold beer.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 21, 2011, 07:02:19 PM
I think that's bloody brilliant ars.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 21, 2011, 07:06:22 PM
I think that's bloody brilliant ars.

I ditto that.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 21, 2011, 07:10:22 PM
I just love the diary idea.

It's like that Craig David song '7 Days' 
BUT GOOD rather than cringingly shite.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Mirror on May 21, 2011, 07:31:34 PM
ooh, ars.

Not ooh arr, like a farmer. I didn't mean to say that. I had one all ready, but them I lost my job, so finessing the finer points of exactly how the fairy unicylist from Moldovia stays on her steed as Hungary finesses /her/ finer points, whilst awarding final points, was somehow cast aside.

(I had to get through Eurovision somehow, ok?)

If you get one about a dreary interaction in the dole queue, you'll know who it is. Or in a ditch, after tramping round all day, weary from job hunting and sadly licking the apple she found in a skip, putting the final quarter away for later.

*flings arms over eyes, dramatically*
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 21, 2011, 07:36:31 PM
Very good, Ars. Can't wait for Saturday!  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 21, 2011, 08:53:20 PM
That's an excellent addition.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 22, 2011, 11:20:13 AM
Well written, ars. The standard is high!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Suzywongster on May 22, 2011, 05:37:41 PM
Moonlit swim

As we walk out into the moonlit night, I watch your body sway to the music. One beat, two beats and my hands on your back. Following the curve of your spine and lightly circling in the small of your back. As my other hand comes round your front and takes your luscious unbridled breast in my hand. I find your nipple with ease because it has already hardened in anticipation of my touch.

You lean back and press your arse into my crotch and draw in a shuddering breath when you realise I'm packing. Especially for you. You press further knowing you're working your magic on my clit whilst exciting yourself. I put the hand that isn't still fondling your breast under your skirt and slip easily inside your already dripping, wet cunt. You press back and down; back onto my crotch and down onto my hand. Trying to draw me inside. Trying to tell me you want me; all of me.

I slowly take off your dress feeling my way and stroking the skin as I draw it over your head. After that I lay you down on the poolside; naked, waiting and dripping. I reach down and undo my pants to show you what I'm packing. Your eyes widen in the anticipation of having the whole 6 inches of wide girth riding you to ecstasy but before that I pull my clothes off in their entirety and slide slowly into the pool - forcing you to watch and wait.

As I swim towards the opposite side; you notice the jacuzzi hidden away in the corner of the pool and get in ready to join me. As it warms up I swim across and join you in the middle, where we can't touch the bottom but we fondle, kiss and touch. Coming up for gasping breaths of air when we need. It's like we have little need for oxygen though and feels like we could survive on each other for eternity. As I come up for air after tongue fucking your anus. You draw me across to the jacuzzi; ready and wanting me. Wanting me to fill you, wanting me to finish off.

I enter you quickly and you gasp in the shock then moan, moan loudly, tighten quickly. I can feel your heat, I can hear your moans and as I bring you towards ecstasy you curve and take my nipple between your teeth. Teasing, biting and I pump harder. Bringing you back and tipping you over the edge. You scream my name, you moan in approval but I'm not finished I know you can take more - I know and so I am prepared.

Nearly on the edge myself I reach up to the side of the jacuzzi and pick up a much smaller dildo and strap it in. You turn round knowing what is yet to come; excited and knowing how good I can make this feel. I put it inside your cunt to warm you back up, to heighten the senses then quickly pull it out and on the next thrust it goes straight in your anus. Only halfway but on the next thrust I go all the way in; filling you, making you feel, taking you towards the next level. As I work on your arse the vibrating end of the dildo works double time on my clit taking me towards the edge, making me pump faster and taking us both skywards together.

I crash over; pumping, shouting and shaking. You crash with me; shouting in unison, rejoicing in our names and shaking with me. We drop back onto the seat; my cock still inside you. You rejoicing in that ownership.

You shift position placing the larger dildo back on the straps and take it inside your cunt once more and begin to ride. Knowing I have nothing left but knowing I can still take more. As you ride I feel the heat rise once more and come much more quickly. Shivering, shaking and smiling.

She always knows what I like and I as the gorgeous butch always knows what my pretty femme maiden is after when she sways out onto the balcony. Wearing nothing but my favourite, flirty, flowery dress.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 22, 2011, 05:45:59 PM
One word: Vacuum  :o







Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 22, 2011, 05:55:08 PM
Nice, Wongy. Those flirty femme maidens in their flowery dresses are naughty, aren't they?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Suzywongster on May 22, 2011, 05:58:54 PM
They are in my head :P
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 22, 2011, 07:10:15 PM
That's an excellent addition.

It is, most enjoyable.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 22, 2011, 07:12:59 PM
duke, did you masturbationy wationy? Was it that enjoyable?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Rachael on May 22, 2011, 08:56:25 PM
mmm.... swimfucking. 
my favourite
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 22, 2011, 10:52:03 PM
I really want someone to tell me if the vacuum thing is a lie. Have I avoided it all these years for no good reason at all?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 22, 2011, 10:59:57 PM
I like the idea of a bit of kissing and touching in water, but I'd prefer other activities to take place on dry land. I also don't relate to bath-time masturbation.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 22, 2011, 11:00:45 PM
Yes, kissing and touching is low vacuum risk. But inside = vacuum. Or so I was told.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 22, 2011, 11:02:45 PM
"Marco?"

"AAH... THERE'S A VACUUM SITUATION IN MY CUNT!"

"Oh... You were meant to say Polo."
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 22, 2011, 11:10:19 PM
duke, did you masturbationy wationy? Was it that enjoyable?

funny thing  ;D

not in my living room.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: valerie on May 22, 2011, 11:15:26 PM
mmm.... swimfucking. 
my favourite
it is nice to be surrounded by water
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Mirror on May 22, 2011, 11:51:10 PM
Yes, kissing and touching is low vacuum risk. But inside = vacuum. Or so I was told.

Vacuum from the water? Or did smoething get edited out?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 23, 2011, 09:26:20 AM
I wouldn't use a hoover in the sea. Risk of electrocution.

But, seriously? Mostly a lie, I think. It may have happened to someone.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 23, 2011, 12:59:40 PM
Rogue, no nothing got edited out. I was told that fucking underwater can create a vacuum and lead to terrible consequences. Inside bits going outside. So I have always avoided underwater fucking. Not that the opportunity has arisen that often. I might be a bit gullible. Have I missed out on something lovely?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Custardy Fututrix on May 23, 2011, 01:04:58 PM
^I guess if you were extremely vigourous, maybe...  But I've not known any problems.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: kate b on May 23, 2011, 01:07:51 PM
Quote
But I've not known any problems.


Apart from the incident with the eel, you mean.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Custardy Fututrix on May 23, 2011, 01:14:17 PM
That wasn't to do with a vacuum.  And it wasn't entirely unpleasant  ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: kate b on May 23, 2011, 01:24:29 PM
^ Maybe not for you but the eel didn't come out of it looking too hot.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Custardy Fututrix on May 23, 2011, 01:27:02 PM
Well, when you saw her she needed to go freshen up.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 23, 2011, 01:34:46 PM
Oh. Underwater creatures. No. I was right to never do that. I will stick with my boycott of underwater sex.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Suzywongster on May 23, 2011, 01:39:21 PM
Swimming pools are safe - no underwater creatures :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 23, 2011, 01:40:07 PM
Where in the world is it that apparently there is a creature that swims up your anus?  Some sort of parasite?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: KerfuffleGoblin on May 23, 2011, 01:42:40 PM
there's one that's attracted to urine (which is why you should never pee in the amazon) which swims up your hole.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 23, 2011, 01:44:12 PM
there's one that's attracted to urine (which is why you should never pee in the amazon) which swims up your hole.
That's it.
But it's not your anus.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: KerfuffleGoblin on May 23, 2011, 01:46:21 PM
you don't wee out your bum?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 23, 2011, 01:47:19 PM
Talking of gross things...

You know what still haunts me?

That picture of those buggy things coming out a woman's areola... in a perfect circular pattern. *shudders*.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 23, 2011, 01:51:54 PM
^ Photoshop?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 23, 2011, 01:53:16 PM
Probably.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 23, 2011, 01:57:31 PM
No LKG I don't wee out of my bum.

I don't want to see the scary eyes picture.

I'm going to hide from it.

This thread is reminding me of horror stories like the woman who found mini spiders hatching in her ear after a foreign holiday.  AND the woman who found a tarantula in her bunch of bananas.
That is a deep fear of mine and one of the reasons I don't buy fruit.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 23, 2011, 02:02:23 PM
You don't buy fruit? Does this mean you don't eat fruit? (Or do you grow it or steal it?)

You might get scurvy. That's a bit horror film too.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 23, 2011, 02:03:48 PM
No I don't buy or eat fruit.

I eat vegetables though. 

Is that not enough?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 23, 2011, 02:08:03 PM
I'm not sure. It probably depends which veg, how much of it, and which ones are cooked and raw. If you have peppers and tomatoes raw then your vit C is probably ok, so you can avoid scurvy... (although cooked tomatoes are better for other things like... lycopene?). And there's vit C in other veg too. You've lived this long, anyway.

I'm having Vault fail, aren't I? I make everything about food. Mostly in a not-sexy way.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on May 23, 2011, 02:10:54 PM
there's one that's attracted to urine (which is why you should never pee in the amazon) which swims up your hole.
That's it.
But it's not your anus.

It's called Candiru. It's found at the Amazon River and it either goes up your urethra or your anus.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 23, 2011, 02:12:00 PM
I can't work out if you guys are using the word 'anus' in a serious way or to be funny.  8)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Uncle Pants on May 23, 2011, 02:19:34 PM
I can't imagine life without fruit.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Suzywongster on May 23, 2011, 02:22:22 PM
Nor me...

Back on topic: I got told the other day that a banana in the microwave for 20/30 seconds makes it just perfect to use as a substitute dildo. Anyone ever tried it?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 23, 2011, 02:23:12 PM
With or without the peel?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: KerfuffleGoblin on May 23, 2011, 02:35:43 PM
they put Vitamin C into most/all highly processed food these days, including white sliced bread. it's damned hard to get scurvy in the west.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Suzywongster on May 23, 2011, 02:51:23 PM
With the peel - just a whole banana in the microwave then out and cool, then ready to go (supposedly)...
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: animalnitrate on May 23, 2011, 03:20:42 PM
I think there is a lot to be said for combining food and sex.

But personally, I'm not so into the idea of being fucked with a banana.
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Post by: kate b on May 23, 2011, 03:26:55 PM
^ No, I feel that way, too. They will forever be associated with mashing with Greek yoghurt to make baby food. Not hott.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Uncle Pants on May 23, 2011, 03:28:14 PM
Also, banana is a very unsexy smell, eg I can't imagine ever saying some hott hott babe sidled up to me in the hotel lobby, and she smelt of ripe bananas.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: KerfuffleGoblin on May 23, 2011, 03:35:13 PM
food is for afters.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 23, 2011, 05:39:36 PM
No LKG I don't wee out of my bum.

I don't want to see the scary eyes picture.

I'm going to hide from it.

This thread is reminding me of horror stories like the woman who found mini spiders hatching in her ear after a foreign holiday.  AND the woman who found a tarantula in her bunch of bananas.
That is a deep fear of mine and one of the reasons I don't buy fruit.

Blythe, you need to buy the book "Too Good To Be True - the colossal book of Urban Myths" by Jan Harold Brunvand........it will give you sleepless nights for WEEKS!  ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 23, 2011, 07:15:56 PM
You mean the tarantula/banana story is an urban myth?

I would be delighted if it were.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 23, 2011, 07:33:04 PM
No, that one wouldn't be, as I have heard a few stories on the news over the years about people finding spiders in the bananas,  but the spiders in the ear thing, amoungst others is in there. Great book, but maybe not for bedtime reading. :D
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Post by: MzZoo on May 23, 2011, 07:54:44 PM
I thought it was an "earwig" in the ear myth... which might have happened accidentally, but they don't try to find ears to crawl into.

I remember one banana-spider story. It was a woman who felt a pinch on her arm, which turned out to be a bite from a baby Brazilian wandering spider who'd been shipped over in her bunch of bananas... lucky it was a baby, since it's the most venomous spider in the world.  :o Now I've put myself off fruit. Eek.

Can't we just go back to stories of pretty ladies in flowery dresses...?  :-[
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Mirror on May 23, 2011, 09:47:01 PM
Rogue, no nothing got edited out. I was told that fucking underwater can create a vacuum and lead to terrible consequences. Inside bits going outside. So I have always avoided underwater fucking. Not that the opportunity has arisen that often. I might be a bit gullible. Have I missed out on something lovely?

That would be unsexy. But no, I've never come out of the sea tucking trailing bits of innards back in. That's worse than when your boobs pop out accidently when you dive in!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 23, 2011, 09:56:09 PM
how about porn in a barn or a field?

Barns and fields have lots of spiders in them. lol
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 23, 2011, 10:04:59 PM
how about porn in a barn or a field?

Barns and fields have lots of spiders in them. lol
Eeeek yes they do.
Anyway I already wrote a barn/stables porn story.  It's in another thread. 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 25, 2011, 02:27:26 AM
I really likes the one by Ars  8)

But, I am still holding out for Blythe to write something in the style of Gerald Thomas and Peter Rogers ;D ;D ;D
 

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Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 25, 2011, 02:31:06 AM
@ Blythe.  You wrote a brilliant one for me a few months back.  Just wish I saved a copy of it.  Can you remember which thread it was in?  It was truly inspirational and very comical.  Just brilliant really.  I really do enjoy a good dose of humour with my GB Porn :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 25, 2011, 08:23:44 AM
I wanna write a porn story in the style of a lolcat.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 25, 2011, 08:27:59 AM
I haz a achiness in my floof. Achiness for touchingz, that is. Den I saw perfekt fluffball from mah dreamz come to life on corner of Wushington Street. She leepted into my heart lyk a mouwse in spring-timez.

To b continueud...
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 25, 2011, 08:28:28 AM
Red c.  It was in a thread called 100000 wasn't it?  The number of posts you had reached.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 25, 2011, 01:04:18 PM
I haz a achiness in my floof. Achiness for touchingz, that is. Den I saw perfekt fluffball from mah dreamz come to life on corner of Wushington Street. She leepted into my heart lyk a mouwse in spring-timez.

To b continueud...

I think you should definitely develop this.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Kant's Content on May 25, 2011, 05:50:53 PM
^ Yes! I haz agreementz wiht Scullyz.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 25, 2011, 08:46:34 PM
Whjo r u, sokpuppert puuurrrson?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: cariad1 on May 25, 2011, 09:15:54 PM
I haz a achiness in my floof. Achiness for touchingz, that is. Den I saw perfekt fluffball from mah dreamz come to life on corner of Wushington Street. She leepted into my heart lyk a mouwse in spring-timez.

To b continueud...

I think you should definitely develop this.
Waiting with bated breath for the next bit of this - Genius idea!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Meryl Streep Fan Club on May 25, 2011, 10:01:17 PM
Red c.  It was in a thread called 100000 wasn't it?  The number of posts you had reached.

Blythe.  I hope you don't mind me re-quoting this.  I do like it muchly  :D

(Taken from this thread: http://boards.gingerbeer.co.uk/index.php?topic=100576.0 )


RC was out on the town. For once she wasnt organising or hand-holding beeries.  No, she was out alone tonight, on the prowl.
For the 10,000th time that day she shivered at the thought that, tonight, someone might find her G SPOT.

RC descended the stairs to the bar, where her eyes were assaulted by a bevy of beeries, (and other hot random lesbians).
Standing at the bar, suited, booted and alone was a woman RC did NOT know.

After purchasing a red canna beer, RC sidled over to the lone woman and said Hello.
The stranger smiled and asked her name.
"RC", RC replied.
"Arsey?  That's an odd name.  Are you refering to your temperament or where you like taking it?"
They smiled knowingly at one another and headed for the loo.
Seconded in a stall, RC ripped off her lesbian dungarees in a trice and braced herself.  The handsome stranger satisfied her with aplomb, locating her G Spot, Hot Spot and Beauty Spot.
All of a sudden the stranger was gone.  RC didnt care. She had the burning memory as her sore RC meant she had to stand up all the way home.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 26, 2011, 06:35:08 AM
I don't know what to say. A few possibilities are:

"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?"

"That was interesting"

"Who are you?"

"I don't understand which parts were metaphorical, if any"

"Was the girl really cardboard?"

"Is this a joke?"

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 26, 2011, 08:23:03 AM
Well I think its beautiful. Its made me well up. 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 26, 2011, 08:29:36 AM
Wow! That's fab, Wolf.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 26, 2011, 08:57:25 AM
Is Furry Danger Wolf ??

I don't care who it is .. I just loved that story.

It makes me want to fall in love, and that's unusual.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: purelybyaccident on May 26, 2011, 09:06:55 AM
I liked it very much and it held my attention which is most unusual.
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Post by: dukovearl on May 26, 2011, 09:14:45 AM
Oh, I like that, though it is more love than porn. Erotic love. And sinuous imagination. Maybe I prefer that to porn anyway.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Spilt Ink on May 26, 2011, 10:37:56 AM
You in boxers and vest, my fingertips reaching under your top to graze those bee-stung nipples. I'm naked – how I often find myself around you lately. You sink your teeth into my throat – gently at first, pressure building until I whimper. Your hand reaches between my legs, a low chuckle:
“Sleep now.”
Somehow I do, dream of your gaze burning into mine, those almost-black eyes. Wake soaked with arousal and push my lips hard against yours. Your hands tangles in my hair, tongue forces briefly into my mouth. Hand to my neck pins me down for a second, stills me. You ease up and your hand slips down between my thighs. One finger inside me, two, three. Your long, slim fingers fucking deftly in and out of my cunt. I groan, grinding myself against them. A fourth finger; pushing hard and fast into me now. I purr, let out a low, involuntary whimper. That chuckle again.
“Does that hurt?”
“Yes.”
Your mouth meets mine and you push harder inside of me. I gasp, writhing against you. Come when you tell me to, hot juices spurting over your fingers. We sleep.
 

*

The words you whisper in my ear when we're out, a push into a deserted street where no-one can see your hand shove up my skirt, see you bend me over. The things we tell each other in the darkness of your bed at night-time. I don't repeat them. I'll never forget them.

I know all your filthiest fantasies. Sometimes you're already fucking me as you murmur them to me. You call me your plaything as you toy with me. A tug at my hair, a squeeze to the neck, grabbing my arse like you own it. What you like is written all all over my body.
You say I'm a good toy, a good whore – but it's both of us who are addicted to this – and know it. Each morning I look for new bruises blooming on my skin. I show them off to you. You shower. I lie around a little longer, the scents of your skin, your sweat, our mingled lust still on me.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: animalnitrate on May 26, 2011, 11:51:45 AM
^ I like this one !
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 26, 2011, 12:04:47 PM
I do too.
The bar is being raised each time!
I also like speculating on who all the authors are.

Funny, I reckoned the last one was AN.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: animalnitrate on May 26, 2011, 12:11:14 PM
Well, I'm flattered by that ! I've not written one, not yet anyway. Maybe I'd like to. Or maybe I'd be too rubbish. Hmm.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Mirror on May 26, 2011, 12:29:12 PM
^But it's annonnymouse. So if it's rubbish, we can't point at you at laugh.

The stories on here are wonderful.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Griffin on May 26, 2011, 12:53:39 PM
Both fab stories!  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Fox on May 26, 2011, 04:07:39 PM
...People bumped into her, annoyed. She felt like she was made of cardboard. The rain started to disintegrate her, from the shoes up. Shoeless, she carried on until her ankles wore away too, she had to flop along on her knees. A man rushing past knocked her over, the rest of the street carried on rushing over her, and there she was, almost slush. Nobody stopped to film it for youtube, nobody even noticed, except a woman who tsked as a small cardboard splatter of girl hit her on the cheek....
That is brilliant. Fantastic ideas and emotions tied up into unreal images that suddenly seem a possible reality.
You are very talented.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 26, 2011, 04:12:24 PM
...People bumped into her, annoyed. She felt like she was made of cardboard. The rain started to disintegrate her, from the shoes up. Shoeless, she carried on until her ankles wore away too, she had to flop along on her knees. A man rushing past knocked her over, the rest of the street carried on rushing over her, and there she was, almost slush. Nobody stopped to film it for youtube, nobody even noticed, except a woman who tsked as a small cardboard splatter of girl hit her on the cheek....
That is brilliant. Fantastic ideas and emotions tied up into unreal images that suddenly seem a possible reality.
You are very talented.
Yes ... that's the part that made me well up.
So evocative.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: animalnitrate on May 26, 2011, 04:27:20 PM
^But it's annonnymouse. So if it's rubbish, we can't point at you at laugh.

The stories on here are wonderful.

I'd still want to wail if there was pointing and laughing. So ner.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Fred on May 26, 2011, 06:20:19 PM
You know how those days are. Pounce at dusk, unfurl, stretch until my back opens like a pen knife. Have a drink of mildewy tasting water straight from the tap (always warmer than it should be), wait for that pleasant sensation of inner and outer vision overlapping, needle aligning with record groove. My hunt vision and my breath in colours.

Night draws in, undemonstrative. Rainstorm makes my tail end twitch, pitching nerve endings like a circus tent. Itchy, digestible anticipation. Pounce again, slither down the wall, and keep strolling.

You're toxic when we meet. Dip dyed in gloom, tasting like wet fudge. Stings like salt on the tongue, mixed with recyclables, and your breath flits, mothlike, all the way down my throat. Yet I am curious at the way you're wet and blooming, scabby, soft as sheet yet quite supple against my ribcage. I irrigate you with rainwater, rain crackling around us like crunched up cellophane and soft thorns, beating full like horse chestnuts against pavement.

And so you are. Commemoratively-wraithlike, tiny slosh of dignified anger that elbows my liver. I want to throw you up. Cough tentatively. I wonder if you could be blonde, if this is where the problem lies. A brittle Stepford type that ate herself up. Wet and blooming. It itches nastily when I try to regurgitate you, so I give up and go for a stroll, see a movie. Eat some chips. I can feel you brush up the inner skinside, settling like a cub against blood and bones. You make me sleepy and starved at the same time, and I'm not even calling you a you yet.

I have been asked What is it like knowing the future? by a cultured radio interviewer another lifetime ago, when I wasn't so keen on keeping a low profile. As if I could tell her, explain that seeing three days ahead of a life that's not even your own isn't so much a privilege but a bore. A Very Bad Gift, for sure, that brings never-satisfied curiosity about this unknown life, a little like a burp on behalf of someone else's lunch. I never liked it, but the other senses were fine: the neat combination of transitive and intransitive vision, mathematical acuity of nasal passages, exemplary bone elasticity, and passing as human.

Except when I don't. One popcorn comes back up my nostril and makes me sneeze in the middle of the movie. You're chucking the food back at me. Frown. Stares from both sides of the row. I curl a little, so I don't fall out of my seat, and delicately fill myself up inwards, so the glaze of my outer self is still seated watching The Kids Are Alright (what a degrading cinematic relapse into squareness), while I drop in on you to have a closer look.

Time moves like a tongue. Inside my chest cavity and stomach you seem alright. I clean you up a little, unclench your fists, remove that bit of goo from the corner of your eye. You squirm awfully, seem neglected in your tiny bony steepness. All unbrushed and pale. Did I domesticate you properly? I worry. And take a cautious lick at your collarbone. You seem wet and blooming still, but a little like an unopened letter. I lick at all corners, trying to unruffle and untie you, but you stiffen some more, so I lick harder, angrier. I enter your ear humming quietly so you'd stop and listen, and you do: miraculously you stop fidgeting, relax a little, but by now my inner vision overrides the outer one, and I get distracted by a lovely hyacinth shade over there, and I lick. Your corners move closer and interlock, and I dig my hand in and grab you.

You seem to be saying something, so I unglove you, but then mid-breath I change my mind and get back inside you which is inside my insides, it is complicated. There are diagrams for this sort of thing. I love diagrams, they make me feel accurate in my rawness, and I always draw them after I've already committed any act that was supposed to follow them, like step-by-step poetry or severing by numbers. You are my canned goodness, my nerve hit by a needle, and yet you respond, in crimson and hyacinth and agave, and creamy powdery rootness at the very centre of you. Endless mouth cupping my face, and I don't shake it off. I like you. You are a you now. My domesticated lunch, a perpetually lickable stamp agasp at its own far enoughness. Starved and sated and inside-outed. It passes between us. You're still food, mostly, and you cry while I peel you, but then you bounce back so merrily that I grow hungry again. Blooming and blooming. Many films flicker in the cinema darkness. Someone sits on my tail in the outside world and it annoys me, annoys me so I bite you, you bleed with endless grace.

I feel like your bodice at times, your vehicle and shield, the root system from which you bloom and wedge yourself, using my ribs for bookshelves. You try redecorating me from the inside. I drop a dehydrated fig on your head. You grow stronger, and we align our stomachs and spines and thigh bones, just for fun, because there's that, and we can, and there's nothing on tonight and it isn't raining. I drop the hunt altogether. You knit something disgusting out of little trails you find. We sleep. I awaken. Your eyes are looking at me.
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Post by: Blythe on May 26, 2011, 07:58:11 PM
There are some bloody lovely lines in there ...  it's like a poem - in fact I think you could set it out like one.

my favourite bits:

'pitching nerve endings like a circus tent'

'a degrading cinematic relapse into squareness'

'aghast at its own far enoughness'
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 26, 2011, 08:01:22 PM
We have a proper writer in our midst. I shall stop even trying.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 26, 2011, 08:07:16 PM
No you shouldn't !!  It should inspire you to write more.

In your own styleee.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Spilt Ink on May 26, 2011, 08:09:47 PM
I think the Otto piece is maybe a response to the Furry Danger piece?

Both so lovely.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 26, 2011, 08:10:55 PM
No you shouldn't !!  It should inspire you to write more.

In your own styleee.


Gracious, yes. Improper writers should definitely come in varied styles!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 26, 2011, 08:11:00 PM
I think I know who you all are.

I think my well has dried up.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 26, 2011, 08:12:04 PM
I think I know who you all are.

I think my well has dried up.

Tssk, dip your quill and try again!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 26, 2011, 08:14:20 PM
I think I know who you all are.

I think my well has dried up.

Tssk, dip your quill and try again!

I have half remembered quotes from The Rover in my head now.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 26, 2011, 08:17:50 PM
I think I know who you all are.

I think my well has dried up.

Tssk, dip your quill and try again!

Maybe next week, when I have mental space.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on May 26, 2011, 08:19:50 PM
Variety is the soul of pleasure?  ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 26, 2011, 08:21:39 PM
Variety is the soul of pleasure?  ;)

You clever thing. No, the ones that stick in my head go along the lines of, "Would that I could dock my ship in your port"* with a  ;) and a leer.

*probably completely inaccurate.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on May 26, 2011, 09:05:18 PM
These are resonating so strangely with these thoughts and feelings I've been having, and the thing I made today. Quite, quite odd. I feel as though someone has been in my body rummaging around.

They are brilliant though. Much better than anything I can do with words.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 26, 2011, 09:14:58 PM
One hopes for a bit of rummaging in the porn thread. But yes. This story is remarkable.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: purelybyaccident on May 26, 2011, 09:27:41 PM
Really very good, I felt quite detached from reality when reading some, Spilt Ink brought me down to earth very nicely :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Furry Danger on May 26, 2011, 09:33:16 PM
Thank you, all for what you said.  :D

Oh, I like that, though it is more love than porn. Erotic love. And sinuous imagination. Maybe I prefer that to porn anyway.

True. And this is a great turn of phrase. Will you put it in a story?

I think I know who you all are.

Who are we? I think I guessed yours.

Otto, I'll deal with you later. I didn't do that.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 26, 2011, 09:37:37 PM
I am sure I guessed Scully's too and the recent literary offerings.

The Fox is making me sad though.   I remember this book when I was young where a fox was escaping the hunt, and the fox was friends with a girl and together they jumped down a well as the hounds were at bay.
It was called Gone to Earth.
I used to read the last page over and over ... 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Furry Danger on May 26, 2011, 09:42:39 PM
One hopes for a bit of rummaging in the porn thread. But yes. This story is remarkable.

I think there was more than rummaging. I feel a bit sore.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 27, 2011, 12:10:56 AM
I LOVE the way Peony writes but I have a very pronounced horror of knives.

I adored this:

 " strange purples and whites shivered and burst in the darkness of my head. I thought of the Marie Celeste, of street lights swinging over the car when I was a little child. I heard the music of the spheres, I saw for a moment a curtain drawn back. I saw Versailles, I saw duck-egg blue, I saw green leaves in summertime "
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Post by: Spilt Ink on May 27, 2011, 12:31:08 AM
Spilt Ink brought me down to earth very nicely :D

 :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hairgrips on May 27, 2011, 04:03:47 PM
She stood still. The warm wind buffeting her clothes. The need to piss was immediate. This warm wind always had that effect. She let go. A warm gush down her legs that soaked into her tights,  Still she stood, glorying in the tingling of the muscles that let go a moment earlier. The stream had reached her shoes and her feet were becoming piss wet. But still she stood. Rooted to the spot with the private delight of it all.
If only the moment could last forever and she could stand all alone in solitude with the tingling and the warm wind gently buffeting her. Eyes closed with her face turned towards the sun like a heat seeking flower. The orangey red of the sun lighting up the insides of her eyelids and she was warm and content. Still she stood. In her pissy shoes. She wiggled her toes. Had the piss reached them yet? No not yet. Perhaps she would stand still until the piss reached her toes. That would be the signal to move. She waited. Eyes closed. Face pressed against the warm air. The piss on her legs turning cold.
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Post by: rebelsoul on May 27, 2011, 10:06:46 PM
peony thankQ aw loved it  :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 27, 2011, 10:36:58 PM
I like, hairgrips.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 27, 2011, 10:47:41 PM
(Even though you're Bec probably  ::))
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Mirror on May 28, 2011, 01:44:46 AM
Well of course you do, you wrote it.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyou on May 28, 2011, 03:53:35 AM
Incorrect.

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Post by: Suzywongster on May 28, 2011, 06:25:47 AM
That's a good one :) Nice visual.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Conette on May 28, 2011, 03:45:41 PM
I have a summer holiday for you. Kind of work safe.

After the swim, she climbs and stretches, supine, smooth, cool, moist flesh on smooth, hot, dry rock. I wait and watch her, glistening gold and pink, salt-chafed and sun-gilded, sacrificial on her marble plinth, bone-sculpted hips, ribs rising and receding while rock pools gather in her hollows.

Her eyes close, breath slows, head falls back with neck exposed, lips part in an inner smile as the heat beats pulses in her neck and belly. I see its insistent rhythm pumping molten sunlight through her veins. She smiles again, stretches her toes and presses one hand lightly into her stomach while a caressing breeze stiffens her nipples and raises tiny goosebumps on her thighs.

I watch her shift and tilt and lift to meet the sun and greet the thrusting force of its fire. I swallow the urge to leap and howl, to pounce and devour.

Over the suck of the sea on the shingle below us. I hear only the ostinato of my own heart in my own sun-tormented cavities, drumming in my own ears. I am at once coiled and stretched tight, resonating with the harmonics of heat and desire.

Carefully, I crouch and creep and crawl across the rock to kiss her ankles. Savouring her hot salty skin, I slowly nibble my way up. Until at her knees I suddenly push outwards, opening the shellfish softness of her, she doesn't make a sound. Now, as I fill my mouth with the paler, fresh, moist flesh of her inner thigh, she growls. I bite, she groans, again, she moans. I suck and bite and chew and eat, then sit back on my heels and feast my eyes.

And then, slowly, the stealthy incoming tide of my lapping tongue feels for her pulse and tastes her honeyed tang, fragrant as the lemon thyme on the cliffs above us and I bury my face and drink.

Now I unfurl and stretch my burning limbs full length beside her, against her, mouth to mouth, breath to breath, skin to skin. So it begins and together we sleep and wake and swim and dive, sinuous seahorses in pools of knowing and unknowing each other.

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Post by: Old Brock on May 28, 2011, 07:22:59 PM
Conette, that's lovely. We need to produce a book of gingerbeer erotica, maybe.
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Post by: dukovearl on May 28, 2011, 07:42:09 PM
I think there might be a future in that. There's way more exciting stuff on here already than much that has been published.
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Post by: two monkeys on May 28, 2011, 10:45:02 PM
Conette, that's lovely. We need to produce a book of gingerbeer erotica, maybe.
I think there might be a future in that. There's way more exciting stuff on here already than much that has been published.

Yes and yes.

I can offer my services as a bookbinder to do some limited edition fine bindings.
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Post by: Old Brock on May 28, 2011, 10:52:56 PM
And I could illustrate  :D
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Post by: two monkeys on May 28, 2011, 10:55:38 PM
Doesn't musca do printing?
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Post by: Blythe on May 29, 2011, 02:04:43 AM
I love Conette's no 2.
Ew.  That sounds nasty.
 I meant second opus.
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Post by: dukovearl on May 29, 2011, 02:06:23 AM
Haha, let's not have crap in the anthology, eh?
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Post by: Blythe on May 29, 2011, 02:08:47 AM
Yes ... can we make a pact not to have any shit please?

I'm not THAT kinky.
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Post by: hellohowareyou on May 29, 2011, 03:06:39 AM
I must say, not one of these stories has failed to impress me. Each one has blown my mind with how well-written it is!
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Post by: Blythe on May 30, 2011, 02:00:23 AM
Goodbyes.

It was the last time.  Twelve months of intense love and wonderment, distilled into one final afternoon.  Her taxi was coming at 7pm. She would be going.  Off  to start a life with the woman she loved before she met me.  The woman who had left her for a man because she wasn’t sure about what she wanted.  The woman who turned up and said she had made a terrible mistake and could they start again?

I laid out the clothes on the bed.  The dress I had worn the first time she said I love you.  The shoes I wore the night we fucked under the bridge along the Thames and a police boat had come along the river and shone a light on us.  The sexy knickers she had bought and I had refused to wear because it was such a boysy thing to give me.

The doorbell rang.

We drank the wine and smoked.  I  was speechless for once.  She gabbled crap about how sorry she was but it was something she had to do or she would never know and would blame me if she didn’t and she was a cunt and I was beautiful and forgiving and kind and .. I put my finger on her lips and took her hand and said it didn’t matter, everything changes, platitude, platitude platitude.

I smiled and told her I had made her something.   We sat on the living room floor and I showed her the game.  It was a hand crafted board game.  Each number on the winding painted stepping stones stuck onto black card contained a question.
I rolled the dice.   4.   She counted the steps and placed the ring she was using as her marker on the stepping stone. I opened the envelope which contained the question.
What was our most romantic memory? Her eyes filled with tears.
‘I can’t do this’, she whispered.
‘Yes you can,’ I replied.
She looked at me and then began to talk.
‘Yes.  That was my favourite too,’ I said.

I threw the die.  3.  Question.  The worst row.   Easy!  We both agreed it was my birthday.
 We drank more wine and she threw the dice.  2.  Rudest fuck.   There was an argument over that one.  I said November, her kitchen.  She said New Years Eve, the club cloakroom floor.  5.   Best dinner.  Not one I cooked we both agreed.  3. Happiest day out.  6.  Favourite present.  1.  Best text.  6 again.  Most perfect night.
’ Too many to choose.’
‘ Not allowed, choose one, coward,’ she said,  ‘It’s your game’.

‘I suppose the night when I felt the tears run down the sides of my face and make salty pools in my ears.  When you shouted that you had never loved anyone like this. When my body shook and shuddered for an eternity and I knew I was finally happy. When we looked one another in the eye and never wanted to look away.’

We abandoned the game and relived the moment.  It was contrived and yet more real than the original event.  I knew I would never forgive you.  You knew you were a fool.

We lay in each other’s arms and cried.  It was nearly time.  We dressed in silence.  The doorbell rang.  You asked me to forgive you.  I lied and said I already had. 
'Go, go and see if she is the one.'
  She got in the cab.  I smiled a watery smile and waved as you drove away.  I went in the house and burned the silly board game.

   

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 30, 2011, 02:20:14 AM
Aww don't be sad Thor.
It's better to have loved and lost than never loved at all.
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Post by: dukovearl on May 30, 2011, 08:27:44 AM
Oh, it's lovely poignant anti-porn. Not too sad, just sad enough, and if it makes you catch your breath and think of love and sex it fits.

So, name the collection? Shame 'Delta of Venus' is already taken.
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Post by: Blythe on May 30, 2011, 08:35:49 AM
How about the divine secrets of the lesbian sisterhood?
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Post by: dukovearl on May 30, 2011, 08:58:56 AM
Bit close to the yayas, no?

Profanities maybe, more than divinities. Shall we have a competition? What shall be the prize?

Oh, I suppose that depends who wins  ::)
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Post by: Blythe on May 30, 2011, 11:19:39 AM
I shall be stuck in the isle of man with no internet access for a week from tomorrow so yes I will try and write something amusing.
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Post by: Blythe on May 30, 2011, 12:22:01 PM
I shall be stuck in the isle of man with no internet access for a week from tomorrow so yes I will try and write something amusing.
omg a week with no Blythe :o
actually it's only til Thursday ... it will FEEL like a week to me.   I can't believe that the internet on my phone doesnt work there. 
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Post by: Griffin on May 30, 2011, 12:53:20 PM
Have a nice few days on The Isle, Blythe. Relax and write porn. ;)
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Post by: Blythe on May 30, 2011, 01:35:24 PM
Have a nice few days on The Isle, Blythe. Relax and write porn. ;)
Ta ... I'm going to see how my old Mum is though.  So I suspect I shall find quite a mess to sort out.
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Post by: Old Brock on May 30, 2011, 09:28:31 PM
Oh Blythe. You nearly made me cry.
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Post by: dukovearl on May 30, 2011, 09:30:11 PM
Poignant, yes?
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Post by: animalnitrate on May 30, 2011, 11:41:27 PM
That one was lovely, Blythe.
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Post by: flora poste on May 31, 2011, 12:01:58 AM
I don't like my erotica to make me tearful  >:(

I'm working on one. I've been stewing over it for ages. It might not be sexy for anyone else, I'm not sure.
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Post by: Old Brock on May 31, 2011, 11:47:17 AM
Post it :D
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Post by: Blythe on May 31, 2011, 11:49:10 AM
I hope it doesn't involve a blender.
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Post by: Old Brock on May 31, 2011, 11:50:11 AM
Or mushrooms.
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Post by: Blythe on May 31, 2011, 11:54:55 AM
A combo of the two would be disastrous.
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Post by: Uncle Pants on May 31, 2011, 01:23:29 PM
A mushroom smoothie? Mmm....
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Post by: Griffin on May 31, 2011, 07:06:00 PM
A mushroom smoothie? Mmm....
:-X
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Post by: Anus Nin on Jun 01, 2011, 11:42:15 PM
Sarsen

While Stonehenge was dedicated to the worship of the sun and moon, Avebury seems to have been dedicated to more human themes. The strong sexual symbolism, in evidence in the way the triangular and columnar stones were paired together, in conjunction with the elaborate funeral celebrations, show us that the cycle of birth, life and death was very important in Neolithic times.

http://www.stonehenge.co.uk/avebury.php
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOTkT5OrSOM


If you listen very carefully – very attentively – you can hear them. Distant voices. Whispers. Shrieks of pain or pleasure. Sometimes, but rarely, you can feel them touching you. Expand your consciousness to the outer limits of your skin so that every molecule is tingling with alert being, and then you can make contact. Mostly, the voices and the touches are passing; no more than a hum or a vague and undirected sense of presence. But very occasionally something else happens; a sensation that is direct, intent, and conscious. This is defined not by sound or voice, but by the absence of sound; by a listener straining their ears to hear us. When that happens there is a stellar flash of intense connection whirling through the darkened millennia. It is a seismic shift in our foundations that signals our spirits have been summoned. Our purpose is reignited and we burn, we tremble, we express the core of ourselves for the waiting one. For the listener.


The sun and moon in their orbit are exquisite torturers. Fire and ice; excess and deprivation; always too little or too much. In high summer the sun beats us, and leaves a shadow for a bruise. The moon brings with her aeons of stars in all their loneliness, and we ache for them  - we standing stones - while simultaneously recoiling from the demand of their icy longing. Sometimes – rarely - the listeners bring with them unsought, yearned-for heat. Through our sandstone we are, inconceivably, reached and warmed by the depth of their intent. In this moment, with the faint meaningless hum of the unthinking souls all around them, they offer us the heat of their own knowing. Their star dust begins to vibrate with our own, and they let us touch them.
 

The listener stands close, a cushion of warmth tangible in the air between us. Then, after a nanosecond that is an eternity, there comes a gentle caress. One hand placed flat upon me, purposefully, their human skin taut over my lichen, making my tight, petrous skin hum. A deep rumbling vibration begins, the pitch too low to be heard by the ears of an ordinary soul. But we know when the connection is made if we feel the listener tense and then, with exquisite tenderness, press their warmth against the unfathomable depth of our icy hearts. We feel the whisper of their skin in our ear and our vibration deepens to a low growl; now, the listener can hear it and presses closer. Now, inquisitive fingers trace the ancient lines of our making; circle the navel formed by the slow, relentless lick of water over centuries. Palms glide over our smooth hips; fingers tease out the cracks rendered in the Earth’s forge. They tease; now the lightest touch can turn us to molten longing. Finally, two hands firmly pull us apart to better see a hole in the fabric of ourselves; linger there obscenely until our secret is exposed.  Our rumbling grows, expands, becomes liquid fire and rock and ash; explodes in volcanic release; returns us both to the centre, to the source; to the white heat of the original place – called love.
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Post by: Old Brock on Jun 02, 2011, 12:37:12 AM
That's very beautiful. Hott too. I'm glad there are no yurts.
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Post by: dukovearl on Jun 02, 2011, 11:55:26 AM
who needs a yurt?

just let it terrify you into existence.
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Post by: dukovearl on Jun 02, 2011, 12:06:34 PM
It's only a tease, Frank, please don't let it upset you.
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Post by: Old Brock on Jun 02, 2011, 12:14:04 PM
Ok. I promise to try not to mention yurts any more.
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Post by: two monkeys on Jun 02, 2011, 01:29:57 PM
I'm sure no-one is trying to yurt hour feelings, Frank.
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Post by: Blythe on Jun 02, 2011, 04:28:55 PM
Very droll 2monks!!
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Post by: rebelsoul on Jun 02, 2011, 05:03:36 PM
where is the porn??.................. ;D ;D ;D
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Post by: Blythe on Jun 02, 2011, 05:11:25 PM
Oh write one yourself RS!! I've been writing something but three pages in and no one has got their kit off yet. I must be developing a romantic streak. Heaven forbid.
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Post by: waite on Jun 02, 2011, 05:20:25 PM
Or you've developed the art of anticpation  ;D
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Post by: Blythe on Jun 02, 2011, 07:50:46 PM
Or you've developed the art of anticpation  ;D
;D
I'm not good at that in RL. I have been known to stamp my feet if kept waiting.  ::)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on Jun 02, 2011, 08:46:41 PM
Sarsen

While Stonehenge was dedicated to the worship of the sun and moon, Avebury seems to have been dedicated to more human themes. The strong sexual symbolism, in evidence in the way the triangular and columnar stones were paired together, in conjunction with the elaborate funeral celebrations, show us that the cycle of birth, life and death was very important in Neolithic times.

http://www.stonehenge.co.uk/avebury.php
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EOTkT5OrSOM


If you listen very carefully – very attentively – you can hear them. Distant voices. Whispers. Shrieks of pain or pleasure. Sometimes, but rarely, you can feel them touching you. Expand your consciousness to the outer limits of your skin so that every molecule is tingling with alert being, and then you can make contact. Mostly, the voices and the touches are passing; no more than a hum or a vague and undirected sense of presence. But very occasionally something else happens; a sensation that is direct, intent, and conscious. This is defined not by sound or voice, but by the absence of sound; by a listener straining their ears to hear us. When that happens there is a stellar flash of intense connection whirling through the darkened millennia. It is a seismic shift in our foundations that signals our spirits have been summoned. Our purpose is reignited and we burn, we tremble, we express the core of ourselves for the waiting one. For the listener.


The sun and moon in their orbit are exquisite torturers. Fire and ice; excess and deprivation; always too little or too much. In high summer the sun beats us, and leaves a shadow for a bruise. The moon brings with her aeons of stars in all their loneliness, and we ache for them  - we standing stones - while simultaneously recoiling from the demand of their icy longing. Sometimes – rarely - the listeners bring with them unsought, yearned-for heat. Through our sandstone we are, inconceivably, reached and warmed by the depth of their intent. In this moment, with the faint meaningless hum of the unthinking souls all around them, they offer us the heat of their own knowing. Their star dust begins to vibrate with our own, and they let us touch them.
 

The listener stands close, a cushion of warmth tangible in the air between us. Then, after a nanosecond that is an eternity, there comes a gentle caress. One hand placed flat upon me, purposefully, their human skin taut over my lichen, making my tight, petrous skin hum. A deep rumbling vibration begins, the pitch too low to be heard by the ears of an ordinary soul. But we know when the connection is made if we feel the listener tense and then, with exquisite tenderness, press their warmth against the unfathomable depth of our icy hearts. We feel the whisper of their skin in our ear and our vibration deepens to a low growl; now, the listener can hear it and presses closer. Now, inquisitive fingers trace the ancient lines of our making; circle the navel formed by the slow, relentless lick of water over centuries. Palms glide over our smooth hips; fingers tease out the cracks rendered in the Earth’s forge. They tease; now the lightest touch can turn us to molten longing. Finally, two hands firmly pull us apart to better see a hole in the fabric of ourselves; linger there obscenely until our secret is exposed.  Our rumbling grows, expands, becomes liquid fire and rock and ash; explodes in volcanic release; returns us both to the centre, to the source; to the white heat of the original place – called love.

Fabulous !!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Leka on Jun 03, 2011, 01:13:37 AM
OK, so I'll risk it again. Here goes nothing.


Just One More Time

She opens the door and my heart sinks. I shouldn’t be there.

– You shouldn’t be here. – she says, but I know from her tone of voice and the look on her face that she doesn’t mean it.

– I know. I’m sorry. I had to see you. – I touch her face and she closes her eyes, her mouth opening slightly when my thumb caresses her cheek and lip. I kiss her gently, asking myself how far I can go. Her hands on my arms push me away for a split second, then give up and she lets me kiss her, letting out a faint moan when my free hand touches her lower back and I pull her closer. My tongue explores her mouth and she moans again as I bite her lower lip. Her grip on my arms tightens and I remember how we used to not be able to keep our hands to ourselves. I slip my hand beneath her blouse and it’s clear from her reaction that we still can’t.

She pulls me inside, slamming the door behind us and our kisses go from gentle to passionate, my hands now working their way up under her blouse, making her breathing go heavier as I kiss and bite her neck and she digs her nails on my back. I push her against the wall, my leg between hers, pressing my thigh against her cunt. Like those people in movies, we make our way to the bedroom door between kisses, hitting the walls, hands everywhere while we take our clothes off.

– I thought we had agreed weren’t going to do this again. – she whispers as I take off her blouse and bra.

– This is the last time. – I whisper back, caressing her breasts. I had almost forgotten how perfectly they fit in my hands. Her nipples are hard. I can feel she won’t be able to wait for much longer. I gently bite one of her nipples, pulling it and she groans, pulling my hair.

– Why are you doing this? – her voice comes out as if she’s about to cry. But she doesn’t. Instead, she rubs herself against my leg, eyes closed, head tilted back.

– I need you. Just one more time. – I whisper in her ear before I bite her earlobe.

– Then fuck me. Please, just fuck me! – she cries.

I undo her belt and take off her trousers, pushing her into the bedroom, making her lie on the bed and touching her. She’s very wet, which turns me on even more. I touch her clit, making her squirm and moan. With no previous warning I push two fingers inside her and she gasps. Her breathing gets heavier and faster as I fuck her. Three fingers. She growls. I start moving faster and faster. I can feel her pleasure building up as her orgasm comes closer. She holds on to the headboard and screams my name as she comes, tears rolling down her cheek.

Still trying to get her breathing back to normal, she pulls me closer and hugs me, resting her head on my chest, saying she’s missed me as she drifts off to sleep. I wait until she’s fast asleep and carefully get up, then give her a tender kiss before leaving, knowing I’ll never see her again.
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Post by: Old Brock on Jun 03, 2011, 02:18:01 AM
Lovely but sad. Why do sad stories keep arriving?
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Post by: Blythe on Jun 03, 2011, 02:04:09 PM
There must be something in the air.
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Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on Jun 03, 2011, 03:08:07 PM
When you're sad and horny, which is the more powerful feeling?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on Jun 03, 2011, 03:20:54 PM
If I am properly sad then I am not horny at all.

But if I am just half-heartedly sad then I am very horny.

Today I am just horny and not sad at all.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on Jun 03, 2011, 03:25:35 PM
Want me to licksy wicksy your vagoo-goo?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on Jun 03, 2011, 03:28:50 PM
nosie wosie because I am going out tonight and I always think going out horny improves the evening.
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Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on Jun 03, 2011, 03:30:21 PM
lol @ nosie wosie.

Riiight.
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Post by: animalnitrate on Jun 05, 2011, 10:26:55 PM
I liked Leka's very much.
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Post by: Leka on Jun 05, 2011, 10:57:18 PM
Thank you, AN.
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Post by: Circe on Jun 05, 2011, 11:27:03 PM
All day: many of ‘us’, an ‘us’ that feels an awful lot like a them, plus me. I notice you early on, can’t keep my eyes off you. Who are you? I don’t know. Wandering and coffee and hours and raucous laughter. I don’t know much about any of it any more.



And then somehow we’re in that shop. And though there were lots before, now it’s somehow just you and me and an easily ignored background hum. This is exactly what I’ve been longing for all day, only I didn’t do this, it just happened. Fuck knows whether you’ve even noticed.



You notice me now. Turning your face to mine, big smile, eyes shining.



You grab a leather cuff, excited, uninhibited. I stop still a moment and watch you, appreciatively. Nice choice. You fumble with it at your own wrist, trying to fasten it, it can’t be easy to buckle it with one hand. I catch your eye, catch your hand, do it for you. Not gentle, not rough, just so. Letting go and watching you turn your forearm this way and that. You’re admiring it and so am I.



You look directly at me, again. “So, four of these, and then what?” Playful. Expectant.



I grasp your bound wrist; there’s no one else in view at the moment. “Then? Then I fix you like this –” Your cuffed right hand guided by my right hand, I thrust it upwards and slightly out, forcefully nudge your feet apart with my own. I assume you know your other arm would be pinned up, too, but I can feel you’re unsteady and instead of demonstrating this pose I reach my left arm around your waist to support you. Your breathing is quicker, shallower. I bring my mouth close to your ear and continue.

“You’re very... secure. I’m behind you like this, you’re face to the wall, and you’re utterly powerless.”

Your eyes are closed, and I know you can see it like I’m telling you.

“And then... I’ll leave you for a little bit. Because you have to wait.”

Your free hand strays unconsciously across your clavicle, fingertips running involuntarily over your exposed and delicate skin, casting murky shadows beneath the poor lighting. I stay pressed into you, breathing slowly and holding myself back, savouring this moment. And, anyway: you have to wait.



And then someone else moves into view. They’re not looking, but nonetheless all at once your eyes click open, your hand drops to your side. I slowly bring down the hand I’m holding, too. Other than that, we don’t move: motionless, barely breathing, staring unseeingly at the display only inches in front of us.

I drop my voice a fraction lower.

“And then I’ll touch you, very gently, like this –” Holding both wrist and waist now in my right hand, I trace the shadowy digits of my left up along the length of your torso, hardly touching; fingertips dancing, grazing over your nipples, the way I watched you touching yourself only a minute earlier. You capitulate to me, leaning back with the most imperceptible of sighs.

I hold you tightly, glancing around to locate what I want next: behind us, convenient almost to the point of scripted, but you’re in no fit state to notice or care.

I kick-shove your feet closer together, to better allow you to keep your balance unaided. Yank you again by the cuff on your wrist, dragging you half-stumbling the two foot or so to where I want you to go. We both know I’ve got you. I won’t let you fall.

“And then –” I pause, partly for dramatic flourish, partly to see your face out of the corner of my eye, partly to give myself time to choose. Rifling through the hanging implements, lingering on those that particularly catch my eye. You swallow hard. Carefully I lift a plain leather paddle from the rail, examine it thoughtfully, smack a few test strikes into my own palm. A pleasing sound. I lower the paddle, hold it flat against your arse, feel you tense. Draw it back away from you, as if to strike a blow; I don’t follow through, but in the split second where you believe I’m about to you bite your lip and inhale sharply. I laugh quietly, pass the paddle to you for inspection. I know you’ve not held one before and I watch you as you turn it over in your hands. I smooth your hair away from your ear and lean closer still – “Again, and again, until you can’t take any more, and then a little bit longer.

“And then I’m going to release you into a crumpled, sweaty heap. And then, finally, I’m going to fuck you.”
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Post by: Blythe on Jun 05, 2011, 11:39:43 PM
Blimey Circe ..
I hope you have plenty more where that came from.
I'm on the edge of my seat.
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Post by: Leka on Jun 06, 2011, 12:00:19 AM
Wow, Circe. I really liked that!
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Post by: Old Brock on Jun 06, 2011, 12:28:11 AM
That's quite delicious.
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Post by: purelybyaccident on Jun 06, 2011, 08:26:55 AM
Very appetising
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Post by: dukovearl on Jun 06, 2011, 01:23:32 PM
That's quite delicious.
Very appetising

Yes, both of those. A delicious appetiser.
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Post by: rebelsoul on Jun 06, 2011, 04:13:07 PM
mmmmmmm thankQ circe  :)
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Post by: Griffin on Jun 06, 2011, 08:03:55 PM
Wow!..... nice.  8)
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Post by: Musette on Jun 06, 2011, 11:04:24 PM
That was rather good... :D
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Post by: lastfrontier on Jun 07, 2011, 01:18:06 AM
 ::) part one sorry if this is 2 long

It had been a nice Day, hot but not to sticky The 2 friends had met up and where planing a night out but Sandy had developed a headache

As I plopped down on the sofa, and handed her glass of cool wine , I said, "I'm really sorry to make us miss the club cause of this stupid headache! I think its coz of the heat"

"Don't be silly," she said, "we haven't had a quiet Friday night to ourselves for a long time. It's about time we did."

"Yeah, maybe you're right. This is nice, except for the pain, which, I'm working on." I held up my glass in a mock toast, and took a large drink.

Julie stood up and walked toward the spare room door She was planning on sleeping over after the club . "Well, as long as we're having a girl's night in, I'm going to go put on some nice, comfy shorts. Be right back."

"Sounds like a great idea," I said, as she left

I went into the bedroom and took off my tight jeans and low cut shirt I was going to wear to the club, and got out some much more comfortable cotten shorts and the button-up blue satin shirt I usually sleep in. I never wear panties or a bra around the apartment, and especially not when I have a headache, so I dropped them in the hamper, and rubbed the bra marks as I slipped on my shirt. At thirty-seven and never married (no children either), I still looked pretty good, I thought. I'm five-four, never been small breasted, but at least they still point where they're supposed to.

I finished buttoning up my shirt as I walked back into the living room, and the top button dropped off in my hand, damn it! Well, no one to see a little cleavage (a lot really) but Julie, so, no harm done. She came back in as I headed for the sofa, and true to her word, she'd dressed for comfort. She's a thirty-nine yr old, five-foot six-inch brunette , a few extra pounds but that just put all the curves in the right places. She had smaller breasts and truly great arse . She had changed into loose, cut-off joggers, and a, white t-shirt she was a knockout. This was typical of the way we dressed when just lounging around at home.

As we sat back down on the sofa, I rolled my head around and flexed my neck, back and shoulders, trying to relieve some of the pain. Julie sat down just behind me, and I felt her hands touch my neck, and her fingers gently dig into my neck muscles in a slow, gentle massage. I jumped, startled slightly when she touched me, … we aren't really the touchy, feely kind of friends.

She kept her hands there, but stopped, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought this might help your head."

"No," I said, "You just surprised me, that's all. It feels nice."

She resumed her impromptu massage, and I sat in place and let her work. She was really good; her fingers softly dug into the muscles on both sides of my neck, and her thumbs ran up and down on either side of my spine. After a few moments her hands moved to the muscles where my shoulders and neck came together, and she continued the same slow, deep movements; I had to steady myself as I relaxed my shoulders-this really felt good. Her hands, while keeping the slow massage going, kept in contact with my skin as she worked her way farther out to my shoulders, and, due to the newly lost top button, caused my shirt to move open with them-but I really didn't notice.

She had moved closer to me from behind, but that was natural to grip better.

"You ok?" she asked... very softly, almost in my ear.

"Oh, that feels wonderful," I said. "You've got great hands-you should license those."

I was feeling a bit unsteady from the wine, and as her hands worked up and around the base of my neck, I leaned back into her just a bit, then caught my self and sat back up.

"Oh, sorry," I said.

"It's ok, relax," she said, and gently pulled me back into her.

I let myself relax against her and just enjoyed her fingers, which were working on the tight muscles at the base of my throat, and were now working more gently and softly than before. I'd never felt such a gentle touch. She reached up with her right hand to my forehead, and gently put my head back onto her left shoulder, and helped support my weight with her left hand under my left arm. It was as if I was being cradled in softness, and gentle touches were taking my pain away. I realized this was a bit strange, but my head was feeling much better, and I was so relaxed, I wasn't thinking about much but the fingertips of her right hand, which were gently caressing the base of my throat, then out along the top of my collarbone, and back again. My nightshirt, with it's missing top button, was laying open and exposing my left breast-I knew, because I could feel the air on the nipple contrasting with the satin fabric rubbing gently on the right one.

I didn't know what Julie must think of me, with my breast hanging out like that; I should close my shirt, but when I moved my left hand to do that, she reached and pushed it back.

"You're fine like you are," she said.

As she moved her arm back, it accidentally rubbed across my exposed nipple, and caused me to gasp.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said.

"Not a problem," I managed to get out, in a strained voice.

She didn't realize what had happened, and I didn't believe it; I'd had a deep, sexual reaction to her touch. A hot rush had spread from the inside of my thighs up into the pit of my stomach and poured outward from there. I'd never had a reaction like that from being around julie before-hell, I'd never had that strong a reaction before, at all-period! I was shocked, and would be mortified if she had noticed, but she couldn't help but notice the way both my nipples were now perked up and hard as hell! I couldn't hide those. I started to get up, but Julie put her hand on my chest and gently pulled me back into her. She pressed my head back into her throat and shoulder, and resumed the relaxing caresses to my throat and upper chest. But something was very different now-I could feel the softness of Julie's breasts like before, but now, her nipples were pushing against my back like two tiny diamonds! My mind was rushing towards overload... as the caresses continued.

I didn't know what was going on here... if anything... or what I should do about it... if anything... or what was... oh geezzz, I didn't know shit! But those damn fingers of hers... it had to be my imagination, and just coincidence; my headache was almost gone. Just enjoy the sensations, Sandy, and don't look a gift massage in the... what … fingers? Yeah, those fingers... they were slowly working around from the base of my throat across my chest to the top of my breasts, and then back up my neck and onto my face. My eyes were closed, and she let her fingers lightly trace across my eyelids and onto my cheeks, and slowly... ever so slowly around my mouth, then she ran her forefinger across my lips. I was surprised enough to slightly part my lips, but she didn't stop her finger... she didn't get it wet either, cause I was so damn nervous my lips were so dry I couldn't have whistled if my life depended on it. By pure instinct, my tongue moved to moisten my lips, and the damn thing brushed Julie's finger-she re-traced her path back across my now moist, but trembling lips, and then around my face. It felt wonderful, but I didn't dare open my eyes and risk looking at her-my exposed nipple now felt as if it could cut glass.

She shifted her body a bit, and I started to sit up, thinking she was moving.

"No," she said.

That was all she said as she shifted her weight, and moved so that one leg was drawn up behind me, her right leg stretched out along my right side. I was still cradled in what I now thought of as "in her arms", and had to admit it felt nice.

"I should move. This has to be uncomfortable for you," I said.

"Ssshh, I'm just fine. You need to relax and not worry so much. Now just be still and enjoy things for a change." With that, she gently brushed back my hair, and lightly kissed me on the temple.

Strange as it sounds, that didn't seem all that weird... really.

She resumed her massage/caress to my throat and chest, and I settled back into my previous position... but there was a problem: Julie's right leg was now stretched out several inches from my right leg, and to rest my arm in a comfortable position, I had dropped my hand onto the inside of her thigh, right where her shorts opened. I didn't realize this at first, and let my hand rest there for a few minutes (actually three or four), while I enjoyed those fingertips again. Then I realized where my hand was, and jerked as I quickly tried to find a safer place, mortified at what she must think of me with my exposed breast (and it's traitorous nipple), and now my having tried to grope her crotch! She didn't react as I tried to find another spot for my arm. Whatever I tried, every other position was just plain awkward.

Finally, she stopped her caresses, reached over and took my wrist, and placed my hand back where it was. Actually, I think it was even closer to... you know... and leaned and whispered in my ear.

"It's ok, just relax. It's only us here... and whatever it is, it is. So just relax, and don't worry so much."

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: lastfrontier on Jun 07, 2011, 01:25:26 AM
 ;) hope you liked part one heres part 2


I had no clue what she meant by that, and I damn sure wasn't going to move around enough to move my hand. When she had shifted, she had also moved her left arm more around me so that her hand was resting on my left side just below the side of my breast. The good news was that my headache had almost gone away, and that both our breasts had gone back to being just "plain old friends" soft again; my goofy thoughts were obviously just that, and as for that wave of heat-well, that was probably just the wine. Then she moved her leg-oh shit! Not good.

As Julie began to stroke the side of my neck once again, and let her fingers flow over to my left shoulder, her right leg shifted slightly... just enough to cause my hand to slip, and my thumb to lightly rest on the skin just inside the opening of her shorts. Now, we had seen each other naked before, and both of us kept ourselves neat, with just a small, well trimmed patch of hair, just above our pussies... so I knew what that skin was, and it wasn't her leg. I froze, which only made it worse, cause there my thumb was... resting up against the lip of her pussy, and my fingers spread out on her inner thigh like some high school kid about to get his finger wet! Her only reaction was to stop her hand on my shoulder, and wait for a split second before continuing. I tried to be cool and eased my hand back down her leg a few inches, which made it seem as if I caressed her inner thigh-at least that's what her breasts thought; I felt her nipples become instantly hard and she let out a little sigh almost right in my ear... her warm breath streamed across my neck, and just as suddenly, my nipples were back to full attention again-damn!

Julie's fingertips stroked down to the top of my exposed breast and made a few circles there, and then came in and a little down into my cleavage. Instead of going back up like she had been doing, though, she came around to the outside and traced the outer edge of my breast almost to the bottom curve. I didn't think this had anything to do with my headache, or a massage, but I had no idea what to do... it did feel incredibly good, after all, and she couldn't mean anything by it... right?... right? Her hand moved to re-trace her path, but as she did, her palm lightly brushed my already erect nipple-not like before, but slow and sensually. That hot flush rushed through my thighs again and exploded in my stomach; it was all I could manage not to gasp. There was no doubt that she did that one on purpose, and no doubt that my nipple damn well liked it-it was ready to cut glass again! I couldn't, however, keep my hand from tensing and gripping more tightly to Julie's thigh... that silky thigh... STOP IT, SANDY! Geezzz!

I was beginning to get more and more confused, but it was becoming clear that my best friend was making a move on me; and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. I mean, I'm no prude... I'm as open minded as the next girl... I thought. I'd had the "what if" and the "would you, if" discussions with the girls at our get-togethers over the years, and had been one of the more adventurous sounding ones there. Was it all just talk? … YES! I was scared here: scared to open my eyes-scared to breath-scared to move-scared not to. I wished to hell I was a lot more drunk than I was, then it would be easy to... what?... What, Sandy? Lay back and let it happen? Is that what I would do if I could blame it on being drunk? Deep down, is that what I would do-fuck my best friend? I didn't get to the answer-I was brought back to reality (reality?) by fingernails-four of them slowly chasing goose bumps towards my right shoulder.

Julie then switched to those fingertips again, and slowly ran them down my right arm till she covered my hand with hers. She stopped there and gently pressed it into her thigh, making my fingers grip her leg in a sensuous grip I didn't totally resist. I was being carried away by something I didn't understand, but the fire that was starting to burn in my loins was stronger than any I'd ever felt. She tried to move my hand up her thigh, but I resisted. Her left hand moved to gently cup my exposed breast as her thumb ran round and round on the tiny bumps raised on my crinkled aureola, and every few trips, paused to press and bend my eraser-sized nipple... she gently but deeply rolled my entire nipple between her thumb and forefinger; the sensation was the strongest I'd ever felt there, and it moved with that quivering, electric shiver down to the center of my belly, at the same time a long gasp escaped my lips. I opened my eyes and looked over into Julie's soft hazel ones. She squeezed ever so slightly more.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: lastfrontier on Jun 07, 2011, 01:29:03 AM
"Oh God, Julie," I said, at the same time that the shiver collided with the hot flush rushing up from my thighs, and both combined to burst in a hot wave radiating from deep inside my lower abdomen-reversing to run a heated race to chase a wild tingle down my legs all the way to my toes, and at the same time to run that tingle's sister up into my throat with the heat of the chase hot on her heels. My body shook as a second, stronger wave followed, to be quickly chased by a third, almost overwhelming wave of mixed heat and electricity that caused my fingers and toes to momentarily go almost numb, and a rushing sound that shut everything else out for several seconds. As my body slowly came back to me, Julie's face came back into focus -- she had a little "I ate the canary" smile-I struggled to breathe.

I'd just had the strongest orgasm I 'd ever experienced... and just from having my nipple tweaked-damn! I felt my face flush, and my eyes tear up enough to cause Julie's face to blur as she leaned down and kissed me; the gentlest, but at the same time the sexiest kiss I'd ever had. At first I didn't respond, but then, I melted into her, and opened my lips and let her in to me, and me in to her.

After that incredible kiss, I melted back into her, once again giving myself up to her ministrations... my mind racing, trying to catch up with the sensations my body was experiencing, but suddenly one stole all my attention... my forgotten right hand; it was still under hers, but was now being guided up her thigh towards the bottom of her shorts. I was way past the point of resistance, so I just waited to see what she would do with it … but I was afraid I knew. She continued upwards until the tips of my fingers were just starting to slip under the opening of her shorts, stopped, slid her hand off mine, and started down the outside of my leg with those soft caresses I was so familiar with. When she got to the end of her reach, she moved to the inside of my thigh and started back up. I had that warm feeling going again, but I was completely caught by surprise when her hand continued until it slid into the opening of my shorts and onto the now slick skin of my pussy.

I gasped as the breath caught in my throat, and Julie slid her finger into the wetness between my lips, and moved to circle my clit. I didn't …hell, couldn't, do anything to protest as she moved two more fingers to softly spread the lips of my pussy, and began to circle and flick my clit with a slow tempo that increased to match my now ragged, but rapidly increasing breathing. My body was moving to an increasing rhythm, and Julie kept her finger in perfect pace with me. The feeling in my clit, radiating outward from so deep inside me, so soon after my previous orgasm, was so strong I thought I'd surely pass out, but no damn way was I going to miss this! My own hand had moved into Julie's shorts and mimicked her movements without my conscious control; I knew it was there, and what it was doing, but it didn't register right away that it was my first touch of another woman. When it did, I didn't waste a lot of thought on it-I was busy with bigger problems-like having the most earthshaking orgasm known to modern woman … or at least to me.

As Julie moved her finger faster and faster, there was a split second pause as my body rose up and almost went rigid, then a simultaneous explosion in my pussy and every other part of my body with a heat wave that I thought would surely kill me. My vision filled with little silver spots as my throat struggled to get a breath, but the waves kept coming so fast, I literally couldn't breathe. After what seemed forever, the orgasms trailed off, and allowed me to take a breath.

"Fuck!" Was all I could say as I quivered with tiny aftershocks.

As I slowly regained control of my body and mind (yeah, right!), and enjoyed the warm glow still in my body, I could pay more attention to my hand, and to Julie … oh, yeah. My fingers were still in Julie's pussy … still slowly exploring her as if marking time until I could give them my full attention.

"Sandy-damn," Julie let out another long sigh, much huskier than before.

I couldn't believe how incredible she felt as I moved my fingers between the lips of her labia, and let them slide the length of her pussy... which was so wet my fingers were covered with her slick, silky moisture. I'd never touched a woman like this, and couldn't believe I was doing it now, but the heat in my thighs, and my wet pussy told me I damn sure was. I was so wet I could feel it running down into the crack of my ass, which turned me on even more. I slowly ran my fingertip around the inside lips of Julie's pussy, and then back outside to the tender skin between there and the joining of her hip and thigh, causing a shudder to run through her … payback's a bitch!

I still couldn't believe I was doing this, but there was no way I could stop... I was going to... well... I was... shit! I was going to fuck Julie's brains out, and I was damn well going to enjoy it!

Keeping my hand where it was, I rose up (she didn't try to stop me this time), and turned around till I faced her as she lay back against the sofa cushions. I slowly unbuttoned my nightshirt and let it fall from my shoulders. Now freed and open for inspection, my breasts were tipped with two eraser-sized nipples that begged to be sucked-but first things first. Julie was now facing me, eyes locked on my breasts, legs spread apart on either side of me; I put my hands on the inside of those beautiful legs and pushed up the inside of her thighs as I worked my way forward on my knees. I kept right on going past her shorts, after pausing just long enough to make her suck in a quick little breath, and slid my hands up under her t-shirt until I cupped each of her nearly perfect breasts, and softly kneaded them as I leaned forward and pulled her shirt up over her head, and flung it away as I locked my eyes to hers. I leaned into her and took her face in my hands as I brought my lips to hers, our breasts pushed together, and sealed another, more urgent kiss. Our tongues met as our lips pressed and moved at a fever pitch that left us both breathless when we finally pulled apart. I ran my tongue around the outer line of her mouth... then down towards her throat as she moaned and laid her head back into the sofa.

My lips and tongue followed my fingers as I moved along the tender hollow of her neck, and onto her chest where those beautiful breasts lay in wait; her light brown nipples so hard they must be as painful as mine should be (but weren't). My nipples were caressing her body as I lowered myself down until my mouth came to her right breast; my tongue traced the line of it around and underneath... causing another shudder to run through her. Continuing up slowly towards the nipple from below, I changed direction just before my tongue reached it, and traced a circle around it on the soft skin just outside the brown halo; this caused her to shudder even more, and to grab my shoulder and squeeze.

I repeated these teasing movements several more times until I finally took her entire nipple into my mouth, very gently, and ran my tongue around the tip of it, while gently sucking deeply in that way that makes me feel weak, and at the same time almost sends me into spasms deep inside-it apparently did that to Julie, too.

I released her and ran my fingernails down the front of her stomach... following with my lips and tongue, leaving warm tattoos of little kisses as I went. When my hands reached the waistband of her shorts, I stopped, and concentrated on her navel with my tongue... getting it all wet and sloppy, and causing her to squirm and give out a tiny giggle. That giggle froze when I started to pull down her shorts. I had to partially stand so I could get them off her legs, but that gave me a chance to take mine off... and there we were... staring at each other like never before-damn, but she was beautiful. I had a feeling deep between my legs that I couldn't describe, except to say hot... very hot... and it made my legs so weak, they were wobbly; as I knelt on the floor between Julie's legs and placed my hands on her knees, she looked at me.

"Oh, God, Sandy... damn."

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: lastfrontier on Jun 07, 2011, 01:31:44 AM
( >:(  sorry Didnt seem this long when i first wrote it as an email )

"You started this," I said, as my voice trembled.

Julie just gave me one of her little curled lip looks, and the heat between my legs went up about three notches.

I pushed her legs open, and followed my hands up the inside of her thighs with a trail of hot breath, bringing instant goose bumps to every inch of those tight, muscular legs. As my fingers reached the meeting of her legs and body, I let my fingernails trace a slow pattern around the tender skin, and watched as her abdomen fluttered with little twitches; I let each of my forefingers pull its fingernail down the outer edge of her labia, and almost disappear into the crack of her ass-she almost raised off the sofa at that one. I continued to let my fingers run down her ass and to lightly flicker across its opening, bringing another moan and shudder... I filed that one for future reference... and then slid my hands around the outside of her legs, and gripped her inner thighs from the top.

I gave her a hot, wet kiss on the inner thigh, and followed by licking a path upwards into the tender skin my fingers had just left. I pulled her legs a bit further apart to better expose her to me and kissed her about three inches to the left of her pussy, right in that tender hollow that everyone always seems to forget. I used the full width of my tongue as I slowly licked the entire area there and around to the other side, ignoring everywhere else, except to lightly brush her clit with my cheek as I came across the top (this got a much louder moan, but I wasn't going to be sidetracked that easily). I brought my tongue down to the super-sensitive area between her pussy and her ass, and concentrated on tickling this and the sides of her thighs that came together there. Julie was squirming, and moaning, so I knew she was enjoying this-I guess I was doing ok,  I was just doing what I knew I liked, and it seemed to be working.

While my tongue was teasing this best area, and just up to the lower parting of her pussy, my right hand had slid around to let my finger... yes, that one... begin to trace light patterns on the inside of her thighs. I began to allow my tongue to lick the outside lips of her engorged labia, and return down the tart, tangy edge of them... first one side, then the other. My finger lightly flickered across her asshole and she tensed and moaned louder-I could take a hint; I let my finger rest on the opening, and put just the slightest pressure, and release … then repeat, in a pulsing movement that brought a rhythmic motion to her hips. I slowly drew my tongue to this area, and traced a pattern around it in a wet tracing... her wetness was still on my tongue with a tartness that was as much sensation as it was taste. I replaced my pulsing finger with my tongue, and rolled it around the edge of her opening-she sucked her breath in till I thought her lungs would burst, and then let it out in a long, loud, raspy sound.

"Oh, Sandy... oh, please... please!"

I slipped the very tip of my tongue about a quarter inch inside her, and drew it almost back out, and then back in again... and then about a half an inch in, and she clamped down on my head with her thighs, gave a load groan and came with a shock wave that shook both of us. I held her tightly around the thighs and let her rock us. As she settled back into the sofa with a low sigh, and a stroke of my hair, I grinned my own little "ate the canary" grin... I wasn't done yet... and neither was she.

I gripped her with my left arm, and licked up towards her wet, flushed pussy, not stopping to tease, but filling her pussy lips and covering her with my mouth, so as to let none of her escape me. I took her totally by surprise. As I covered her clit, I didn't take time for any subtleties-we were beating to a different tempo now, and I didn't want to lose the moment! I took her upper pussy into my mouth as if it were a soft ice cream cone, and tried my best to suck it all in at once... then rolled my tongue around her clit at double time-round and round and round and round!

She tensed up on her heels and brought her ass off the sofa at the same time I inserted my first two fingers into her pussy, and, with my palm facing me... curled those two fingers, and began a rhythmic "come here" motion, with the tips rubbing against the front wall of her vagina, right where her G spot should be... should be. I guess I must have hit something right, because the poor girl hit high C and started talking in tongues at the same instant. She bucked, and shook... literally screamed out my name four times... took a double handful of my hair, and pulled my face into her pussy so hard I almost lost two teeth and suffocated before she was finished coming.

Later, when we had caught our breath, and were lying naked, tangled together on the sofa, all wet and still quivering... Julie stopped playing with my nipple, and looked up at me.

"You know, it's going to be your turn next... and payback is a bitch!"

Yeah... dont I know it!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Serpiente on Jul 12, 2011, 10:52:32 PM
It will be nine months, tomorrow.

Nine months since Ava passed.

She was 83 years old when breast cancer took her.

By the end, that lively (at times, almost fierce) spirit of hers took a beating.

So, when she finally surrendered the fight, it was something of a mercy.

I won't try to tell you how much I miss her.

I couldn't anyway.

That language hasn't been fashioned yet.

What I will do is introduce you to her. The Ava I first encountered, unbowed by time or disease.

*****

In May of 1956, I had just graduated from the School of Industrial Art in New York. It's moved since then and changed its name, but it was (and still is, as far as I know) a high school for training commercial artists. I wanted to be, of all things, a newspaper comic strip artist, which was a tough row to hoe for a female back then.

Upon graduating, Mr. Dylan, one of my favorite teachers, had arranged for me to apprentice with an acquaintance of his. Her name was Ava Parker and she was a freelancer for several New York comic book publishers. It wasn't exactly the sort of prestigious newspaper venue that I aspired to, but as Mr. Dylan had said, "Everybody's gotta start somewhere". Besides, he had assured me that she was very good at her job and would provide an excellent springboard for the career I wanted to pursue.

When I initially voiced some hesitation at the arrangement, Mr. Dylan put his hands on my shoulders, looked me in the eye and said, "I have tremendous faith in your abilities. You've got talent to spare. All you need now are the skills and polish to match. Believe me, Miss Parker will see that you get those."

To prepare me for the interview, Mr. Dylan told me a little about the artist before I went to see her. "So long as you give her your best effort, you couldn't ask for an easier person to get along with. She takes a lot of pride in her work and she'll insist that you do the same. But knowing you", he touched his index finger affectionately beneath my chin, "I don't anticipate any problems on that score."

"By the way", Mr. Dylan went on, "Miss Parker is a pioneer in more ways than one. Not only is she one of the few females currently working in comics, she's also one of the only negroes in the business. You've gotta have a special brand of single-mindedness to persevere through some of the crap she's had to put up with."

I am ashamed to admit that upon hearing that information, I felt a hint of trepidation. You see, I had grown up in a small village on the lower Wisconsin River. Almost everyone there was of German ancestry and the few who weren't were certainly not colored. In the short time since my family had moved to New York I had little time for socializing and none of that had brought me into contact with any of that race. Those of you reading this in the 21st century may find it difficult to believe that any of us were so insulated back then. Just remember that this was decades before the Internet and in the small town I was from, most of us listened to the radio regularly, but only a couple of families had television sets.

I was somewhat intimidated by my ignorance. Even though I felt like a complete hayseed, I voiced my apprehension to Mr. Dylan. He laughed in response. Not a caustic, condescending snicker, but a warm chuckle. "Don't worry, Stephanie. You don't need any special knowledge. Miss Parker will have you feeling like an old friend in no time flat. Besides, she'll keep you too busy to worry about anything. Just don't forget your old teacher when you're a famous cartoonist."

This is how I found myself at the entrance of a five-story walk-up on a beautiful spring morning in the lower east side of Manhattan. The building was an old, but well-kept brownstone row house and her apartment studio was on the third floor.

Before I knocked on her door, I took a deep breath and tried to calm my nerves. I was still quite shy back then and this would be my first job interview ever. I desperately wanted this to go well. "Okay...", I thought, "here goes nothing".

When Miss Parker opened the door, my first glimpse of her took me completely by surprise. I knew she had been a professional cartoonist for a number of years, so I hadn't expected anyone so young. She couldn't possibly have been thirty yet. She was also the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life, before or since.

Her eyes were what snared your attention first. Large and expressive, they were shaded by long lashes and glittered with a lively intelligence. The irises were amber flecked with gold. Above them, her eyebrows were not plucked and redrawn into the artificial arches so popular then, but were natural, full and gently curving. Her skin was a light golden brown unadorned with make-up. The symmetrical slopes and planes of her visage seemed designed especially to seduce the eye into lingering there.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Serpiente on Jul 12, 2011, 10:54:31 PM
This was a face on which nature had lavished exceptional care. It was framed by a dark, lustrous mane which she had pulled out of her way into a pony tail, though a few stray tresses draped across her brow.

As if my astonishment at her loveliness was not yet complete, she upped the ante by smiling. A smile that suffused those already breathtaking features with a warmth and kindness that had me liking her instantly. Extending her hand in my direction, she said, "You must be Miss Kendall. I'm Ava. Won't you please come in?"

The apartment had no foyer, so stepping through the entrance put me directly into the living room. It was simply, but neatly furnished. Miss Parker gestured toward the sofa and asked me to have a seat. "Please excuse the state I'm in. I've got a job that's due the day after tomorrow and I'm a little frazzled."

The state she's in? Did she mean her attire? Miss Parker had on an untucked blue plaid men's shirt and dungarees. But she filled that plain garb with voluptuous curves that would've made a movie star envious.

A closer inspection revealed ink stains on her hands, blouse and slacks. Maybe that's what she was referring to, though it's hardly surprising to find such smudges on an artist at work.

Seating herself in an armchair that was diagonal to the couch, Miss Parker clasped her hands under her chin and looked directly into my eyes. "I realize that this was supposed to be an interview for a job as my assistant. But, I find myself in a bit of a pickle and I wonder if you'd be willing to give me a hand?"

"How so?" I asked.

"Well, do you think you could dive right in today? If you could do background inking, panel borders, filling in black areas and erasing, it would be a great help. Paul... that is, your Mr. Dylan, showed me some samples of your work and I know you're more than capable. Otherwise, I don't see how I'll make this deadline. What do you say?"

I stood up and gestured down at my clothes, "Well, I came dressed for an interview, not..." Before I finished, Miss Parker chimed in, "Not to worry. I've got some things you can wear. I'm a little taller than you, so they won't fit perfectly, but there's nobody here except us, and we'll be too focused on getting the job done to care much."

'Won't fit perfectly'? Now, there was a hell of an understatement. Don't get me wrong. I had a good figure, but I couldn't come close to filling out the simple shirt and overalls she gave me the way she did. But, as she had pointed out, who was gonna see me?

Miss Parker's apartment had two bedrooms, the second of which, while it did have a bed, served primarily as her studio. It contained two drawing tables that faced each other, both with an adjacent taboret for art supplies. She sat me down at one of them and handed me a small stack of original comic book pages in various stages of completion. Some were simply rough layouts in which figures, backgrounds and word balloons were only sketched in to suggest the panel compositions, but none of the details were yet nailed down. Others were tightly rendered pencil drawings with completed lettering and some or all of the main figures inked.

Sometime in the 1960's, the size of the original comic art gradually switched to one and a half times the size of the printed page. But, in '56 nearly everyone was still working twice up and the artist, if he or she was so inclined, really had the room to do detailed linework. And, believe me, Miss Parker was definitely so inclined. The quality of her line was lively, fluid and graceful. There was also a bravura quality that I found somewhat intimidating. I wondered how the hell I was ever supposed to match this kind of skill, spirit and sheer daring.

Miss Parker leaned over my shoulder as she pointed to the pages, giving instructions. I found her nearness oddly distracting. First of all, there was her fragrance. No perfume, I think, just her natural scent combined with whatever soap and shampoo she used. Whatever it was, it smelled wonderfully fresh and alluring.

There was also the matter of having such loveliness so close at hand. I had to resist the temptation to turn and look at her with a more leisurely gaze, giving my eyes time to tarry on the details. But that would've been weird and rude at such close proximity. I became annoyed with myself for acting like a starstruck schoolgirl when I needed to be focused on the task at hand. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I wondered.

Thank God, I did manage to pull myself together and pay close attention to the rest of her directions. When she was done, Miss Parker (I guess I should refer to her as Ava from here on out, because she told me that's what she preferred) sat down at the other table and we spent the next several hours there in relative silence interrupted only by my occasional questions.

Each of my queries was answered patiently, clearly and concisely. At one point, Miss Par... I mean Ava... came around behind me to observe while I was inking a page. While I was in school, I usually preferred to work with a brush, but Ava had asked me to use a crow quill pen to try to match the style of the pages she'd already inked. After watching me for a few moments, Ava told me "Don't be afraid of that pen, sweetie. You're not gonna hurt it."

"I didn't want to break the nib or spatter ink everywhere."

"Let me sit there for a moment." She took the pen from my hand. "You're moving the pen slowly, carefully... never varying the pressure you're putting on the nib. The result is exacting, but dull."
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Serpiente on Jul 12, 2011, 10:55:52 PM
Ava dipped the pen into the India ink, then made a mark on scrap paper to get rid of the excess ink. After that, with a quick swipe of the pen, she began a thin delicate stroke which morphed into a bold and voluptuous thing that might have been made with a brush. "Do you see how much force I brought to bear here?" Ava interjected. "Don't fret about the nib. It can take a lot more than you're likely willing to dish out." The line became slender again as it made a roughly ninety degree turn and then curved faintly and widened slightly. "Varying the line weight can suggest form and volume." I watched in astonishment as a beautifully rendered human arm began to appear on the paper. The grace and variety of the strokes she used was a revelation!

When she was done, Ava stood up and handed me the pen. "I know we're on a tight deadline, but I want you to spend at least half an hour with scrap paper and this nib. I want you to attack that paper. No timidity whatsoever. Find out what this pen is capable of. Loops, dashes, cross-hatching, feathering, thin to thick and back again. Really test it."

I began to think that Mr. Dylan had been right. Ava was going to be an excellent teacher.

In fact, the art she had me working on was instructional in and of itself. Aside from the brilliant linework, about which I've already sung praises, her compositions were fresh and dynamic and the panel-to-panel transitions were clear and fluid. Her figure work was never limited to stock poses, but consisted of believable, well-observed postures and gestures that always enhanced the dialogue. Miss Parker later told me she thought of this as 'acting with a pencil'.

If this was the kind of work she turned out in a hurry, I couldn't wait to see what she could do when she had more time.

My thoughts... and the room's stillness... were eventually disturbed by a long, low growling which emanated from the vicinity of my tummy. I grinned sheepishly at Ava over the top edge of the drawing table, "Sorry. I haven't eaten since lunch."

A stricken look troubled Ava's lovely features, "Oh, honey, I'm the one who should be sorry. I can't believe I was so thoughtless."

Rising from her table, Ava moved to the room's doorway, "Do you like spaghetti?"

"Yes, ma'am. I..."

"'Yes, ma'am'? How old do you think I am?" Before I could answer, she continued, "That was rhetorical, sweetheart. Relax. Remember... it's just Ava; not Miss Parker and certainly not ma'am.

"Yes, ma'a... I... I mean... okay. Oh, gosh! I'm so sorry. It's just that my parents really drilled this stuff into me. Everything was 'sir' or 'ma'am'. They were pretty strict and kind of old-fashioned. They definitely stressed how important it was for me to respect my el..." I blushed and covered my face with my hands. "I should just stop talking now."

Through my fingers, I could see Ava cock her hips jauntily with her arms akimbo. "Well, Stephanie, once you've hit bottom, there's really no point in continuing to dig."

"Now", she went on, "that we've established that you're okay with spaghetti, do you enjoy broccoli, as well?"

"Yes, m..." I caught myself, yet again, then sputtered, "Yes. Just plain 'yes'."

Ava laughed and headed off to the kitchen. I continued working on the pages she'd given me while the clatter of pots and pans and, eventually, a heavenly aroma, wafted from the kitchen.

Ava called for me to come eat and showed me where the washroom was. In the dining room, I sat down to a sumptuous plate of spaghetti in marinara sauce, broccoli and garlic bread. After I'd said my grace, I noticed Ava watching me with curiosity in her eyes. "Are you Catholic?"

I caught myself this time before uttering the forbidden response and simply mumbled, "Mmm-hmm." which was easier with my mouth full anyway. After I'd swallowed, I asked, "How about you?"

"Well, I was raised Catholic, but I guess it didn't stick."

"What faith are you, then?" I asked naively.

"Truth is," she answered between mouthfuls, "I never could find much use for faith."

I digested this in silence, thinking of the Freethinkers Society back in my hometown. My mom had always been suspicious and disdainful of them, but I remembered several of their number as good-hearted people.

The meal Ava prepared was delicious and provided a gracious means for me to change the subject.

"The sauce on this spaghetti... it's a-MAY-zing! Where on earth did you learn to cook like this?"

At my praise, another of those breathtaking smiles lit her features. "My pop. He was a carpenter when the depression hit. Things got so bad that white men couldn't find work, so there sure as hell wasn't any he could find. Well, dad was orphaned at a young age and raised by an Italian family that were friends with his folks. Pop always said that Mama Agostina was a genius in the kitchen and she taught him everything she knew."

"When work in carpentry dried up, he applied for anything he could get. All he could find were short, temporary jobs. Eventually though, he landed a spot as a chef in an Italian restaurant. Do you know how good (and how lucky) a colored man had to be to get something like that?" Ava spoke with obvious pride.

After many twists and turns, our conversation wound its way to our working arrangements. She was pleased with the work I'd done so far, but she warned me that the hours were long and the pay was low. She did point out, however, that both of her previous assistants had moved on to freelance careers of their own. One of them, in fact, had landed a syndicated newspaper strip of his own, which, for those of you who don't know, was a much more lucrative and prestigious field than comic books.

"Have you ever thought of going to the syndicates?" I wondered aloud.

"The money's good." she admitted. Our meal over, Ava began to clear the table. "But, I've ghosted a few times for newspaper guys who were sick or had some other kind of deadline crunch, and I didn't care for it much. The size restrictions are just too claustrophobic. I got into this business 'cause I love to tell stories with pictures, but there's just no elbow room in the paper. I don't know how you're supposed to spin a decent yarn in just three panels a day."

I was impressed. I knew that Ava had been working in the field for nearly ten years and yet, somehow, she hadn't lost her idealism. It occurred to me how fortunate I was that Mr. Dylan has recommended me for this job.

While scrubbing our dinner dishes, Ava asked, "Where do you live?"

"Hmmm? Oh... with my parents in Queens. Why?"

"Well, it's gotten pretty late. I'd hate for you to try to catch a bus or ride the subway alone at this hour. Why don't you take the spare bed in the studio room? There's no bath, but you can shower and I've got spare clean pajamas."

"Thanks. I'd definitely prefer that to traipsing around out there at this hour."

"You'd better give your folks a call and let them know where you are. No sense worrying them sick over nothing."

When I finished my shower and exited the bathroom in Ava's ill-fitting PJ's, I found her back at the drawing board.

She heard me in the doorway and looked up, "Oh. If you're ready for bed, I'll get out of your way."

"No, thank you. The shower woke me up a bit. Maybe I can get a little more done as well."

Ava gave a grateful smile and lowered her head to draw again, "The deadlines are always awful, but this is worse than usual. When I went in to work on Monday to pick up my check and a new script, the editor was crying the blues because one of his regular pencilers had left him in the lurch. I let him talk me into taking an extra script home. So, now I've gotta get two stories done in the time it usually takes me to finish one." Ava wagged her pen at me in mock admonishment, "Don't follow my example. Make sure you're not anyone's doormat. Learn to say 'No'."

A couple of hours later, I was yawning for the tenth time in as many minutes. I told Ava, "I'm sorry, but I don't think I've got another brush stroke in me."

"No need to apologize, sweetie. I'm truly grateful for all the hours you've already put in. This is way above the call of duty, especially since we hadn't even come to a formal arrangement when I asked for your help. I should be able to get this in on time now without turning in a really crap job. Thank you."

"Glad I could lend a hand." I cleaned my brushes and tidied my work area a bit before shambling over to plop down on the double-bed.

"Will it keep you awake if I continue working for a while longer?"

I gave her a bleary-eyed smile, "I don't think anything could stop me from sleeping at this point. But, aren't you exhausted, too?"

"Not really. I often work the whole night through and go to bed around seven or eight in the morning. I do some of my best work between one and five when the world is still and there's very little to distract me."

Crawling under the blanket, I turned my back on the swing-arm drafting lamp that illuminated her toil. A momentous yawn mushroomed in the middle of my, "Good night" and, before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

I woke the next morning, momentarily disoriented by the strange surroundings. When I remembered where I was, I noticed that Ava had thoughtfully closed the blinds and shut the curtains so that the early sunlight wouldn't disturb my rest. A truly mouth-watering aroma had made its way under the closed door of the room. That and a healthy morning appetite inspired my quick exit from bed.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Serpiente on Jul 12, 2011, 11:01:13 PM
Both bedrooms and the bathroom were in the back of the apartment. The doorways opened into a short, narrow hallway which delivered you to a dining room on the right and a kitchen on the left. The dining room led into the living room with no dividing wall. I found Ava placing two full plates on the dining room table. She looked up at me and smiled, "Good morning, sleepyhead." I returned her greeting and was struck anew by her startling loveliness. It took a conscious effort on my part not to gawk like some adoring fan at a movie star.

Moving back into the kitchen, Ava spoke over her shoulder, "I won't ask how your night was. I just came out of there a half an hour ago and you hardly stirred the entire time I was working."

"Oh my gosh! You haven't been to bed yet!?"

"Nope. I told you, the middle of the night's my favorite time to work. But believe me, once I get some chow in me, I'm gonna grab a quick shower and I will definitely get some shuteye." Ava pored steaming water from a kettle into a ceramic mug. "I'm gonna have some tea with my breakfast. Want some or would you rather have some OJ or water?"

I opted for the tea, which Ava brought to the table and then sat down near me. Just as last night, the food was delicious and I told her so. "I'm amazed any of your previous assistants could bear to leave this behind."

Ava smiled at my praise, "It's all part of my insidious plan to keep you from wandering too far from the drawing board."

As I ate, my eyes kept wandering back to her face. The singular beauty of her features seduced my gaze into lingering for longer and longer until she couldn't help but notice.

"Have I got ink or something on my face?"

"N-no. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. It's just that... I mean... um.. well... I-I've never seen anyone so beautiful before." I blushed with embarrassment at how childish that sounded.

Ava reddened slightly herself and seemed pleasantly surprised at the compliment.

I responded, "That must've been odd to hear from another female, but I'm guessing guys must tell you all the time how gorgeous you are."

Ava blushed again. "When I first got into this business, I worked in a couple of different bullpens. And, yeah, some of the guys did lay it on a bit thick, but I never took it too much to heart. Not after seeing what wolves they were. Some of them would hit on anything in a skirt. So, it was easy to keep my ego from getting too puffed up by their attentions."

"Nowadays", Ava went on, "as a freelancer, I spend so much time to myself that I don't hear too many compliments or complaints from anybody. So, your appreciation is more than welcome."

Rising from the table, Ava began to gather our dishes. "It's long past my nap-time, sweetie. If you've got more work in you, you're more than welcome to stay here, but please don't feel obligated. I understand if you want to get out for fresh air or check in at home."

"No, no. After the sleep and the food, I'm ready to go again."

"Great." Ava's lips curved again into that unforgettable smile. "I need to do some grocery shopping later, but there are plenty of fixings for sandwiches in the fridge when you get hungry again. There's also juice and water and some fresh fruit on the kitchen counter. Please make yourself at home."
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Serpiente on Jul 12, 2011, 11:11:07 PM

"If you hit a snag", Ava continued, "just move onto something else until after I'm up again. I'll see you in a few hours." With that, she wiggled her fingers and headed back to the bedroom adjacent to the studio.

*****

Over the next several weeks, I gradually changed my schedule to match Ava's. She never insisted on it; it just happened. Like Ava, I came to enjoy the stillness at two in the morning.

The penciling part of the job takes pretty intense concentration. That's the phase in which you're figuring out the page layout, the panel compositions, the figure placement, the lighting, etc. We never talked much while working on that. But, we often had lively conversations while we passed the pages back and forth for inking or lettering. The late hours afforded fewer opportunities for me to get home to see my folks. I spent the night at the studio more and more often, sleeping in the spare bed during the day.

Drawing is usually a lonely occupation, so I truly came to appreciate Ava's companionship.

I couldn't believe how much I learned about the craft in such a short time. My skills were progressing in leaps and bounds under Ava's tutelage.

Since I was around the apartment so much during my off hours, Ava and I were also spending a great deal of our free time together. We went out to the movies at least once a week, often making it a Sunday ritual. The minute we exited the theater, we'd excitedly discuss what the director and cinematographer had done. They used many of the same visual storytelling techniques that we did. Closeups, long shots, establishing shots, framing devices - all the same. So, our weekly excursions were as educational as they were entertaining.

She'd also take me to museums and to probably every used bookstore in and around Manhattan, which, back then, was saying something! In those old bookshops, Ava opened my eyes to the master book and magazine illustrators of the teens, twenties, thirties and forties.

I can still remember the first time she introduced me to the work of Joseph Clement Coll. I actually got goosebumps! He had a confidence, a skill...no, a mastery that was almost angelic.

"I know these crazy deadlines don't leave you with much time to call your own," Ava told me, "but whenever you get the chance, you should experiment with other media. Oils, watercolors, pastels, anything that strikes your fancy. It's always good to have as many arrows in your quiver as possible."

"I don't mean to discourage you," Ava continued, "but newspaper strips are harder and harder to come by. For one thing, the number of papers is slowly, but surely dwindling. And even if you do get your own feature, who's to say you'll want to do that for the rest of your life? Magazine illustration is dying and illustrated books for adults are just about non-existent now, but there are still children's books and advertising work to be had. You don't want to limit yourself to just pen and ink."

As if to show me that she practiced what she preached, over the next couple of months I began to find a few watercolor paintings by Ava around the studio. They were all the same size and several of them featured recurring characters. This made me think they were illustrations for something specific, instead of random paintings done just for practice. I was curious, but figured she'd tell me about them when she was ready. I also wondered when the hell she was finding time to do them? I was there with her in the studio nearly all the time, it seemed. Did the woman never sleep?
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Serpiente on Jul 12, 2011, 11:13:04 PM
*****

I had been with Ava for about three months when my late night debacle happened. It had been a brutal, steamy day in the apartment. We didn't have air-conditioning and actually had to wrap terry cloth around our forearms to keep the sweat from ruining the pages we were working on. The heat and humidity had been so enervating that we quit around midnight and turned in early.

A couple of hours later, I was awakened from my sleep with a terrifying crash.

The day's sultriness had resulted in a truly spectacular thunderstorm.

I have had a mortal dread of thunderstorms since I was a child. I'd never outgrown it. A fact made abundantly clear with the next flash of light, which was followed by that awful hesitation... then a shattering burst of sound. A burst which shook the entire building.

Fear trumped humiliation and I made a beeline for Ava's room.

I hesitated in her doorway, unsure of what to do or say, when Ava rose up on her elbows and asked, "What's wrong, honey?"

Before I could answer, another explosion rattled the air. I screamed and dived for Ava's bed.

Pulling the covers over my head, I babbled, "I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry! Oh God, I know it's stupid, but can I stay in here until it passes?"

I can only imagine Ava's consternation when a full-grown woman came vaulting into her bed in the middle of the night, sobbing like a small child.

But, God bless Ava and her kind heart, she took me in her arms without a moment's hesitation and did her best to soothe me. She made gentle shushing sounds in my ear while one of her hands stroked my hair and the other caressed my back. With me wrapped in her embrace, she couldn't help but notice that I was trembling like a leaf in the wind. Ava said nothing of this. In retrospect, I realize she took great pains not to embarrass me.

When another blast of light lit the room like the sun, it was quickly followed by a detonation that rattled the building again. I screamed.

Ava held me tighter. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm right here. Nothing's gonna hurt you."

Her voice, her hands, her warm embrace carried me through the storm.

When the tempest passed into distant rumblings, Ava whispered, "You can stay in here if you want."

"Thank you." I turned over, facing away from her. Ava snuggled up behind me and put her arms around me again. After the enervating heat of the day followed by the adrenalin rush of the storm, I was exhausted. The voice, the hands, the embrace that had carried me through the storm, now gentled me to sleep.

When I awoke in Ava's arms the next morning, it took me a moment to realize what I was doing there. Then, memories of the previous night came flooding back. I tried to extricate myself from her arms without waking her, but as soon as I stirred, it roused her. I got out of the bed quickly and said, "I'm sorry I woke you."

Glancing at the clock on her night table, Ava answered, "That's okay. Past time I was up, anyway." Ava looked up at me and I looked down. I was too ashamed to meet her gaze.

"You okay, Stephanie? You get enough sleep?"

"Yes, thank you." My eyes were still cast down at my dithering hands, as if they were the most fascinating things I'd ever seen. "I'm really sorry about last night. I hope I didn't..."

"Stephanie."

"Yes?"

"Look at me, please."

I complied and in the midst of my embarrassment, the incongruous thought flitted through my head, "My God, she's gorgeous!"

She lay on her side, propped up on one elbow. Early morning sun streamed through the window, burnishing that resplendent complexion of hers.

Ava's voice pulled me out of my near mesmerization. "Are you embarrassed about what happened last night?"

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Serpiente on Jul 12, 2011, 11:13:36 PM
I looked away from her, squinting into a haze of sunlight from the window. "Yes."

"Don't be. Please."

I didn't know what to say.

You can't simply tell someone not to be embarrassed.

You either are or you aren't.

I most decidedly was.

Ava spoke again, "The first year or so after I broke into the business, I worked in a bullpen. I was the only colored person and the only female. No one ever treated me badly, but I never quite fit in either. It's like they handled me with kid gloves... as if they were afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing."

"When I started getting enough steady assignments of my own, it made sense to freelance. So, I rented this apartment and set it up as a studio. Freelancing is lonely work, though. It seems like the only time I ever had any human contact is when I went in to pick up scripts and drop off art."

"Eventually," Ava went on, "the workload became too much for me to handle on my own. I hired an assistant who was recommended to me by one of my editors. He was a disaster. He was competent enough, I suppose, but it quickly became apparent that he resented working for a female, especially a female who was also a negro. So, that only lasted about three months before he hightailed it out of here."

"My second assistant came to me the same way you did, by way of Paul, your teacher, Mr. Dylan. Paul and I went to school together and got to be good friends. I don't know if you know this, but Paul is a pretty good comic book artist himself. Paul's problem, though, was he couldn't hack the deadlines. He was just too slow to make a decent living at it. So, he turned to teaching instead."

"Well, anyway, Geoff, the fellow Paul sent me, worked out just fine. He learned quickly and was a hard worker."

Ava got out of bed, stood on tip-toe and raised her arms upward in a back-arching stretch, groaning with the effort. She had on no sexy lingerie - just plain, flannel pajamas, and yet they did little to conceal the undeniably feminine figure beneath.

"Geoff was with me for two years. Being a painfully shy fellow, he didn't provide much in the way of companionship, but he did get the job done - and done well." Ava crossed the room to where I was. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she looked into my eyes with a disconcerting directness. "After a while, though, I ran into the same problem with Geoff that I expect I'll have with you before long."

"Problem? What's wrong?"

Ava chuckled and, with a surprisingly intimate gesture, she placed her hand on the side of my face. "Talent, hon," she chuckled again. "You're too capable to remain an apprentice for very long. I'm pretty sure you're ready to handle assignments of your own right now. I just wanted to ease you into it so the transition wouldn't be too jarring. When you're starting out on your own, those tight deadlines can be panic inducing. I figured it would be easier if you first encountered that while you're still here, so that I can provide backup in case you get into a jam."

"While I'm still here?" I repeated stupidly. "Does that mean... " I felt a physical pang at the thought that I might be leaving soon. I'd been so happy with our arrangement... so fond of Ava...

"We'll talk about that later. I seem to have wandered from my initial point, though, which was how much I've enjoyed having you here. As I said before, freelancing is lonesome work. I used to spend some of my spare time with Paul. He never seemed to give a damn about my color and he was a lot of fun to be around. Smart, funny, thoughtful. But after he got married, it became clear that his wife wasn't crazy about him spending so much time with another female."

"I'd actually gotten used to being on my own, again," Ava continued, "until you got here." She absent-mindedly brushed my hair back behind my ear with her fingers. "I'd become so wrapped up in my work, that I hadn't realized how lonely I was."

"I don't mean to harp on this and I hope I don't sound whiny, but when you're a negro working in a business where everyone else is white, you're always wondering where you stand... how you fit in. Sometimes it's just a feeling in the back of your mind, other times it's very much in the forefront of your thoughts. Unfortunately, to some degree, you're gonna find this out first hand. You may not be colored, but you are a woman, and the old boy's club doesn't exactly roll out the red carpet for females either."

"Since you've been here, that's all kinda faded into the background. It's been such a relief to be with someone who was at ease with me and with whom I could let my hair down too. If I haven't properly said thank you for being such a good friend, shame on me. But, I'm telling you now, it is very much appreciated."

I was momentarily at a loss for words. It was such an open, generous thing to say. How do you respond to that?

Before I could answer, Ava laughed, "That's my rambling, windy way of saying I don't give a damn about your fear of thunderstorms and don't you dare to be embarrassed on my account."

She took me in her arms and squeezed me tight. Her soft chuckle was in my ear, "You think you're the only one with fears? Get in line, sister. Get in line."

I pulled away so that I could look Ava in the eye when I asked, "Speaking of fears, what was that you said earlier about handling assignments of my own? Are you already plotting my departure?"

"Come with me." Ava took my hand and led me from her bedroom into the studio. She opened the top draw of her taboret, withdrew a stapled sheaf of papers and handed them to me, saying, "It's yours if you want it."

'It' was a script for an 8-page western comic book story.

"What do you mean, it's mine?" I wondered aloud.

"The full job... pencils, inks and letters... I think you're ready to leave the nest and fly on your own. What do you think?"

A shiver of excitement flitted through me. "I'm pretty sure I can do it, but what about you? I mean, I don't think I can get this done at the same time as I'm assisting you."

Ava's face lit with one of those luminous smiles. "If things play out the way I hope they do, I won't be needing an assistant anymore."

My excitement quickly transmogrified into a dizzying brew of fear and disappointment. This must have been evident from my expression, because Ava hurriedly assured me, "No, no, I'm definitely not trying to get rid of you. Quite the opposite."

"Here," Ava pulled her chair back from her drawing table and gestured toward it, "why don't you have a seat while I see if I can't explain my harebrained scheme. Keep in mind," she cautioned with a wag of her forefinger, "this whole thing is dependent upon a number of 'ifs'. Ready?"

I nodded my assent.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Animal on Jul 24, 2011, 08:45:47 PM
So I started to write this, but it was a while ago....and I've seen been unable to continue. Lost my flow so-to-speak. Thought maybe you guys would either like to carry it on or contribute some ideas...? :)


The sharp buzz of the doorbell woke her from her daydream. She checked herself in the mirror one last time, adjusting the bulge of the strap-on in her jeans before going to open the door. Heart thumping with anticipation, she took a deep breath and opened up.

Jessica stood in the porch, clad in a figure hugging red dress that clung in all the right places and pair of killer heels that made Charlotte’s breath catch in her throat. “Hey baby, aren’t you gonna invite me in?” Jessica practically purred as she offered her hand. “Uh, sorry…come on in out of the cold…”

Jessica walked in like she owned the place, heading straight for the living room, whilst Charlotte obediently followed behind, taking in the way her dress clung to the curve of her hips and her arse, and then heading lower to Jessica’s perfect calves. Charlotte could feel her internal cock hardening, and she licked her lips, desperately wanting to run her tongue up those long legs.

Jessica reached the sofa and sat down, crossing her legs. “You look like a deer caught in headlights” Jessica said laughing at Charlotte’s attempts to disguise the fact that she staring, dumb-struck at the spot where Jessica’s dress has ridden up. “Come sit down next to me sweetheart, and relax, I’m not going to eat you”. She pulled Charlotte down next to her and, cupping her cock whispered “I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding in here…”

Next thing Charlotte knew was Jessica straddling her lap and pressing her lips against her, her tongue exploring the inside of her mouth.  Suddenly, as if she’d just woken up, Charlotte found her  feet and kissed Jessica back, allowing her hands to roam over the taught muscles of her thighs and arse. She licked a path along Jessica’s jaw and neck, breathing in the scent of her perfume and was rewarded with a small moan in her ear.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Marmite_on_toast on Aug 18, 2011, 09:46:37 AM
The Airfield

It was a dismal, dreary, drizzly day. There I was queuing to pay for stuff that was just a necessity. All of a sudden I felt a body brush up behind me. A voice whispered in my ear,

"Pay for your things and then follow me out to the car."

I recognised her voice but I knew I shouldn't turn around and look. How did she know I was here?
I paid nervously and noticed my hand was shaking a little as I handed the money over. I walked out of the supermarket wondering what she had in store for me, loking for her car. Finally I found it and threw my bags in the back seat and got in the front seat next to her. As I put my seat belt on she sped off and said,
"Don't say anything."

I kept quiet and watched the scenery change from shops and busy roads to fields and trees. We seemed to travel for ages along long, winding country roads and all the time she didn't say a word, just looked straight ahead, as if I wasn't even there.

The sun was setting the light was just starting to dim. All of a sudden we pulled into what looked like an airfield, albeit a very quiet, empty looking one. I could just make out a house with a light on at the edge of the derelict site.

She slowed down and stopped.
"Get out and stand by the car."
I got out and waited for her. My mouth was dry now and inside I was beginning to panic, not knowing what was coming next.
She pulled a bag out of the boot of the car and slung it on the floor.
"Strip now, bitch"

I looked at her in disbelief. It was freezing. There was a drizzly rain in the air. I knew it wouldn't do me any good to argue.

I stripped slowly and deliberately for her, not taking my eyes off hers. I felt her gaze wander over my body. I tried to stand straight and still for her but it was so cold. I just wanted to huddle. I felt my nipples harden against the cold breeze.
"On your hands and knees girl."

I dropped to my knees, feeling the cold concrete underneath me against my hands and knees.
She came up behind me and fastened the collar around my neck.
"You are mine and you will do as I say, understand?"
"Yes Miss, I understand."
I gulped. I felt the sweat start to gether on my forehaed, despite the coldness.
She attached a cold, heavy, chain to the collar and left it resting on my back. I could feel the goosebumps forming on my body.
 
A sudden jerk on the chain,
"crawl for me, you dirty little slut!"

I started to crawl for her. She was pulling against the collar hard. I ahd to crawl fatser to keep up. I crawled to the other end of the airfield like this, for her. My knees were sore and scratched and my hands were numb with the cold.
"Good girl, kneel up for me."
I knelt up for her but looked down at the floor.

She reached down and stroked my face. I was so pleased to have that gentle, warm touch and then...
I heard myslef cry out as she grabbed my hair and shoved me down onto the ground again. Now I was lying face down on the cold concrete.
I daren't look up. I heard her fussing around with something. Then I felt it. No warning. I didn't even know what it was. just that the first blow was hard and mean.
"Thwack"

"Don't you dare move, do you hear me? You be a good girl and stay very still. You need reminding just who you belong to, little girl and after today, you won't forget."

Then it came, a torrent of blows, over and over again, stinging in the cold, making me sore and tender for her. I tried to squirm but she just pulled hard on my lead, keeping me in place.
"Now, now little one, this is for your own good. Mistress is going to mark you good and hard, so you don't forget who you belong to. From now on you will always have my marks on you. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," I sobbed.

Still the blows came reigning down. I could feel myself drifting off until the pain became distant,  while I floated and then back I came again and felt the stings of her blows.
"You belong to me and only me and you will not have any physical contact with anyone else unless it's under my instruction. Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," I whispered.
"I can't hear you girl."
"Yes Miss," I said with all the might I could muster.
"Turn over girl"

I rolled over and felt the blows now reigning across my breasts, belly and the tops of my legs.
Finally, it stopped.

She parted my legs and I watched as she pulled the clear latex glove onto her hand and applied some lube.
First, just one finger, slowly and deliberately and then two more. She bit down into my breast hard whilst she pounded inside me. The sting of the bite made me even wetter than I was already and I started to grind my hips into her hand, riding her fast. Then I felt her fist slowly pushing deep inside me.
"Open your legs wider girl"
I opened my legs as wide as i could.
"This is my cunt girl and you will open your legs for me whenever I want you."
I nodded and whispered, "Yes Miss"
I felt her filling me up, making me hers and then finally her thumb moved across my swollen clit, teasing and probing.

"Please Miss, may I come?" I asked.
"Not yet girl, just wait until I say."
I concentrated hard on not coming, thought about the cold, the shopping in the car, anything, until I thought I was going to explode.
"Now girl, come for me now."

I finally let myself go, crying out her name, floating on the sheer pleasure of being allowed to come for her, until I lay there limp and spent.

She pulled me close to her and held me sobbing in her arms, stroking my hair.
"Good girl. You know you belong to me don't you?"
"Yes Miss, I belong to you."

After what seemed like forever, she told me to get on my hands and knees again.
"See that house over there? We are going there now. You will remain naked. When we get there I will bathe you and put cream on your welts and then you will serve me in front of the guests, on your knees. Some of your friends will be there too. If you're very good, I will allow you free time to do as you wish with."
"Thank you Miss."

I was too exhausted to argue. I was hers. She was pleased with me. That was all that mattered.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: rebelsoul on Aug 18, 2011, 06:16:16 PM
nice ;) i wanna go to the dinner party.... ;D
Title: .
Post by: Marmite_on_toast on Aug 18, 2011, 07:18:04 PM
.^ Your invite is in the post ;-)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Sep 26, 2011, 02:25:48 AM
Wow. I have so been wasting my time watching porno. It's vault porn writers' guild for me from now on! 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Old Brock on Sep 29, 2011, 01:14:41 PM
Serpiente, is there more to follow? It's lovely.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Oct 14, 2011, 10:16:03 PM
Ok. I'm going to post a story. It might not be very good.

I've been commuting in and out of London by train recently. This is a lot more fun than the Metro.  :-[
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Oct 14, 2011, 10:19:15 PM
Lust in Lycra

The most beautiful thing about Miranda was her hands. She had such strong hands. Big butch hands, for a woman, broad and bearing the unmistakable tan lines of someone who wore cycling gloves in the sunshine day after day. Her nails were always bitten short, and often had the telltale grime of someone who fiddles with their bike constantly.

As I watched them so expertly turn an Allen key in a pinch bolt, adjust the innumerable straps on her courier bag, or tuck her tumbling blonde curls back into her cap, I could not take my eyes off them.

"How lovely would it feel if those strong fingers were shoved deep inside your pussy, fucking you," whispered a voice inside my mind, "Stop! Don't think about that! You're blushing!"

But after that initial moment-that moment in which your mind rushes on ahead of you, and your stomach kicks inside you in that most delicious and terrible way-I would force myself to look away.

I thought she didn't notice.

One evening we stood outside a pub drinking cider together. Her friends were all around us, lauging and taking animatedly. I continually reminded myself not to look too long, to just act casual, not to appear devastated as she rode away again, blinking red light disappearing into the city traffic.

"Look at her luscious lips as she puts them to that glass," whispered the voice, "Whoops! Don't make an ass of yourself, ogling women like a total perv, Bess!"

"Better go easy," Miranda said elbowing me, "You've got work tomorrow."

"No. I'm off tomorrow. I was thinking I'd go out for a ride in the lanes." I answered, cool as a cucumber.

"I'm off too. Why don't we meet at a cafe and go for a spin together?"

My heart leapt in one second and plummeted the second after. Here was the offer of that most  exquisite torture, to be near and alone with the limerent object of unrequited love. And, like a dolt, I agreed to meet her.

Suspended between rapture and dread, I barely slept that night, and rose at dawn to spend hours selecting the correct combination of jerseys and arm-warmers.

Finally, I got on my bike and cycled to the cafe, where I picked nervously at a yoghurt and sipped some tea. I caught my breath as I saw her striding toward my table, having leaned her bike against my own.

"Wow! That jersey is very tight-I hadn't noticed how round and full her breasts are before!" my mind cried,"Stop! Don't stare! For fuck's sake!"

She wolfed down a bacon butty and a a double espresso, and then we were off.

Now began the most difficult part of this facade, or so I thought at the time. How well I knew that I was not nearly so strong as she, nor so brave. Still, I managed to stay tucked in at her back wheel, and smiled like it was fun, each time she turned to look after me. And at least I didn't often have to talk. My plan was to keep up until I couldn't, and fake a "technical". Maybe I'd wait behind a bend and puncture my tyre...

"I can see a drop of sweat trickling down her long soft neck. If only it were my tongue," came that voice again, followed by,"Eyes on the road, you nitwit!"

Thus we wove our way out of the city, through the sunny suburbs, and finally into the lanes. Under the blazing sunshine, I allowed myself the luxury of watching that gorgeous round muscular bum bouncing ahead of me, as we whizzed past the hedgerows.

"I wish I was that saddle," said the voice, then, "Christ, Bess! That's pathetic!"

That's when it all went wrong. We were climbing a steep and winding hill, both out of the saddle, dancing on the pedals. That bum was like a carrot suspended before a plodding cart horse. Suddenly a car sped past us, too fast and too close. As it cut back into its own lane, while turning the bend, it slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting an oncoming car head on. Miranda was caught suddenly behind it, and barely had time to brake. She hit the back of the car, and went flying over the handlebars onto the pavement.

"Miranda!" I screamed, throwing my bike to the asphalt while leaping off it.

Both cars carried on, uninterested in our fate, as I ran to her side. I grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet, and hugged her. There were nasty scrapes all over her leg, where she had hit the pavement, and a gash on the side of her charicteristically unhelmeted head. I nearly cried to see that rugged Amazon pale and cowed by humanity's indifference.

"Did you get the plate number?" She said rapidly.

"No, I..." I said and faltered. I hadn't taken my eyes off her.

"Damnit!" she screamed, and grabbed her bike furiously from the ground.

It's handlebars had been whacked sideways, the brake lever knocked askew and the bartape was partially shredded.

"Let me sort that for you." I said quietly.

So, we walked, our cleats tapping on the road, back down the hill about 200 meters, although it seemed a mile, to where there was a little woods. Here we leaned the bikes up against a large fallen tree, and sat down to rest.

Miranda began pouring water from her bottle over the bloody patches on her leg. I fished around in my saddlebag and withdrew some antiseptic wipes and plasters.

"I think these are too small." I muttered

   "I'll be fine, mum." she said sarcastically.

"You're just getting blood everywhere." I chided her.

I opened up an antiseptic wipe packet, and began dabbing at her leg. The second I touched it, I felt my face get hot. I fixed my eyes on those wounds, and spent every iota of my strength trying to look unmoved. But my hand was there on that tan, muscular thigh.

As the impulse to carress that thigh, to move my hand inward and upward, began to cause my ears to burn, I jerked my eyes upward to her face. I opened another wipe and began cleaning her sweaty freckled cheeks. I dabbed along her high pronounced cheekbone all the way to her thickly lashed green eyes.

Our eyes met. I froze. My heart stood still. I knew this was the moment.

"Kiss her! Kiss her!" the little voice cried.

But I faltered and the moment fled. She gently took my hand and moved it away from her face.

"What about my baby?" She teased, surveying her bicycle.

With a face probably as red as a tomato, I took out my multi-tool and began putting it all right, swearing and muttering excessively.

After setting the handlebar and brake lever right, I said to her, "Come, tell me if that's where you want the lever."

I gripped the front wheel between my feet, and held the handlebars steady while she climbed on the saddle and examined my handiwork.

"That's about right." she murmered.

I gazed at the bar, checking again to see it was straight, when she suddenly leaned forward and kissed me.

Her soft full lips met my own. I closed my eyes and eagerly offered her my mouth. Her lips nudged mine teasingly, several times, before they parted and my searching Tongue found hers.

"What the hell? How on Earth did this happen?" Myself said to me.

"Oh shut up, and don't ruin the moment!" I replied.

This was probably the last clear thought I had for a long time.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Oct 14, 2011, 10:22:34 PM
Instantly, an ache gripped my pussy and it grew wet. Miranda repeated her little game, my Tongue desperately chasing hers, only to catch it, very briefly, and cause my clit to grow ever harder, my pussy wetter and wetter.

She straightened and looked at me. Her eyes lowered to my breasts, where my nipples were poking out clearly visible against my thin Lycra top. She laughed.  "Come!" she said dismounting in a graceful swing of her muscular leg.

She caught my hand and began pulling me toward the bushes.

"What about the bikes?" I protested.

"There's no one here," She said, " And we can see them. Don't worry so much."

We ran giggling behind a massive tangled rhodedendron. I leaned up against the trunk of a tree, as she kissed me again. She pressed her body against my own. Now I could feel her own breasts pushed against mine, her own nipples like two little pebbles brushing mine, causing heat to rush across my face.

As her kisses moved down my chin and onto my neck, I began to pant. I Bent my knee resting my foot against the tree, so that she might push her crotch into my thigh. When she did, my own answered with a jolt of heat, like a kick from within. My hands caressed that body I had for so long worshipped.v They moved around and gripped her gorgeous arse, feeling the firmness of those muscles, under the padding of her shorts.

She moved her hands-those beautiful hands- to my mouth. I moaned as one, then two of her fingers traced across my Tongue. I sucked her fingers, and she pushed them in and out, rhythmically fucking my mouth.

"Oh bloody hell! Don't swoon and pass out, you goose!" whispered the voice.


Then she looked into my eyes. She was knitting her brow in that funny frown some people get when they are intensely turned on. On my face she read the reality that I was completely under her spell and she might do anything she liked with me.

"You are so beautiful." I murmered.

"You need your head examined." answered Miranda.

She pulled off her cap and her thick hair cascaded down to her powerful shoulders. Like I had dreamed of doing for years, now I stuck my fingers into that lovely messy mop and felt its rich softness. Those big butch hands began rubbing my breasts through my clothes, then pulling up my top.

"Oh God!" I groaned, as I felt my breasts exposed to the air, and then covered a second later by those exquisite hands.

"Shhhh," Miranda whispered, "Someone might here us!"

I cast a panicked glance out through the rhodedendron. There was no one about. Miranda laughed, and I gave her a playful shove.

Now she began kneading my breasts, and playing with my nipples. As, I began to pant, I became dimmly aware that she was preparing me for fucking. Every fibre of my body was taut, writhing with pleasure, as my pussy began to ache eagerly. I had to bite my lip to stop from crying out as she put her mouth to my straining breast.

As she ran her Tongue from one breast to the other, and began sucking and pinching my nipples, I was at that point of pleasure that is on the verge of unbearable. Each tiny movement of her mouth rippled outward throughout my entire body, jerking and twitching me like a marionette.

"Oh fuck!" I whispered, and threw my head back, smacking it against the tree bark.

"Is that what you want?" Miranda asked, her voice a low breathy growl, no longer playful. Her eyes had narrowed and the scowl of excitement had intensified.

"Yes!" I whispered, both frightened and turned on, because I could see in her fierce leonine expression that she was about to fuck my brains out.

In a quick rough movement, she yanked my shorts down. She did not hesitate at all, but immediately began running her fingers up and down my pussy. I braced myself against the tree, its rough bark against my bare bum.

We kissed each other, over and over again as she rubbed my clit. My hands frantically groped for something to hang onto and at last found her. How ironic.

With each little movement to her finger my whole body was seized by overpowering pleasure. My head was light, my thoughts incoherent. That knot inside me drew ever tighter, ever closer to the snapping of orgasm. When I couldn't stand it any longer, or stand at all, my knees felt so weak, I pushed Miranda back. I looked into those eyes, which were visibly unfocused in her heated state.

"She knows. She has known all along. She loves me, too." my brain seemed to say from somewhere far off.

I slipped from her arms and got down on my hands and knees on the forest floor. The acorn shells and twigs digging into my knees and palms seemed a faint impression, so overwraught were my senses by that urgent aching within.

"Fuck me, baby," I whispered, my face no doubt flushed with an odd mixture of embarassment and desire.

I heard the leaves crunching as she knelt behind me, then felt her fingers, pushing against the mouth of my pussy. There was a brief pause and I heard frantic pulling of Velcro as she tore off her gloves. The most delicious sensation swept over me as she slid her fingers slowly inside me.

This slow movement she repeated several times, and each was more intensely pleasurable than the one previous. Then she began to fuck me in earnest, the tempo of her strokes slowly increasing.

She fucked me harder and faster, until I thrust my hips up and back, opening my pussy wider for those beloved fingers. Miranda responded by spanking my ass with a loud smack. This unexpected sensation caused my interior muscles to contract, and I was tipped over the edge into orgasming.

My pussy grabbed her fingers and held them fast in a rapid succession of contractions. I let out a loud low cry, upsetting a murder of crows in the trees above. Their sudden loud shouts so
startled us, we must have jumped several feet each. Miranda pulled her fingers out of me sharply, painfully, as I leapt to my feet.

It was just birds we realized. I laughed nervously and pulled my shorts back on. Miranda was kneeling on her good leg, gritting her teeth and pressing on the other to try to stand. I grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet. Then we stepped further into the cover of the trees. Now my being was filled with that fuzzy warm adoration that often follows climax, which some people refer to as love.

"Miranda, Miranda." I whispered, as I kissed her neck, enjoying the sounds of her name, the elation I felt to say it aloud, finally.

I kissed her breastbone, and slowly pulled her zip, tooth by tooth inexorably downward. Miranda closed her eyes, and exhaled slowly through pursed lips, that peculiar scowl never leaving her face.

I worked my way down a centimeter at a time, until I was kissing her breasts through her sports bra, and her top was fully unzipped. She pulled it up huuiedly and pulled my face to her breasts. Now I ran my Tongue teasingly around her nipple, until I could hear her gasping audiably, and feel her back arching. Her nipples were sticking out now like little pink rockets. I popped one in my mouth, and began to suck it, feeling that incomparable feeling of a hardened nipple against my Tongue.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Oct 14, 2011, 10:23:34 PM
Miranda let out a little high pitched cry, and licked her lips slowly. Her body was tense as a steel cable under tension. While I kissed and licked her nipple she was rubbing and pinching the other with her hands.

She placed her hand on my shoulder, applying a genntle downward movement. I knew what she was indicating. I lowered myself to my knees and tugged down her shorts.

I kissed her just above where her lips parted. Then I reached with my tongue between them. Her clit was so hard I could feel it against my tongue poking out from it little shaft. She was wet as an obscene dripping lilly.

"Oh fuck!" Miranda whispered.

I looked up at her as I flicked my Tongue back and forth over her swollen clit. She was gazing down at me, her face now contracted into a snarl. I took her into my mouth and sucked her clit.

"Oh fuck!" She said again.

She began rocking her hips, rubbing her pussy back and forth against my tongue. I kept looking up, watching her face as she pleasured herself. The expression of ecstasy on her face was so sexy, each time she closed her eyes or bit her lip my pussy twitched in little aftershocks. The jerking of her hips increased its tempo until at last she grabbed my hair and pressed herself hard against my mouth.

She let out a short, high-pitched cry and I felt her pussy pulsating, as her muscles contracted in orgasm. Then she went slack against the tree, and with a gasp pushed my shoulder back, as if my Tongue hurt her.

"It's too intense!" she whispered, panting.

I stood and returned my hands to her thick luxurious hair. My eyes searched for hers, but she was gazing at the ground.

"Miranda..." I whispered again.

She sighed and turned her face to the sky.

"We ought to go." She said solemnly.

Above the sky had lost its bright blue tint and was quickly assuming a dark gray one.

"What do I care?" I thought, "I'm here with you. I don't care if it pours enough to drown me. All I want is for this moment to last forever."

But it was already over. Miranda pulled her shorts and top back on. She hobbled back to her bike, where she proceeded to gingerly wash her fingers with what was left in her bottle.

Confused, I walked in a daze after her.

"Your gloves..." I managed to say, handing them to her.

"Where's the nearest train station?" she muttered.

"Hayes, I suppose." I answered.

She said nothing as we walked out of the woods. She rode so fast to the station I could barely keep up, and she did not look back. On the train we probably appeared to be a couple who had just had a row. I joked about the things we passed, a tacky billboard, a man with extremely low slung trousers, but she barely seemed to listen.

Suddenly she stood and grabbed her bike to get off.

"You're getting off here?" I queried, "I thought you were living in Wandsworth."

"I've moved back in with Claire. We're getting married next month." Miranda answered, looking deliberately away.

My stomach felt like someone had punched me.

"No! No!" cried that little voice in my head, "Why didn't I die before this hortible moment?

All I could say was "Miranda..." before my voice caught in my throat.

The train stopped. Miranda hauled her bike out onto the platform. I watched her climb the stairs as the carriage pulled away, and my eyes filled with tears. There I was-that miserable sod on the train who won and lost all the world's treasures in a single afternoon.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Oct 14, 2011, 10:24:32 PM
So, I've posted it now. And I'm so nervous I feel sick.

Running away now!  :-[
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on Oct 14, 2011, 10:58:53 PM
Sprockette

You should commute more often.
 ;D



Well done, that was great.  Loads of little turns of phrase that I loved and plenty of new paragraphs.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: TheCJ on Oct 15, 2011, 03:01:31 AM
^-agrees-

That was an awesome story!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Yours on Oct 19, 2011, 03:29:39 AM
I'm still thinking of you, and of our last words to each other. They make me ache; a radiating, fantastic and unbearable discomfort. I shift and involuntarily moan. I'm thinking of you touching me, stroking me, watching me, fucking me. Commanding me as to what I can and can't do, how I can and can't respond. Telling me what you're going to do to me just a moment before you do it. Allowing me enough time to begin to wonder what...?, but not enough time for me to think or respond with anything other than my body.  I know you won't let me change what you are doing.

I'm pinching my lips lightly. Before I've even touched myself, I know that I'm wet and hot; we've talked so much tonight about everything we want to do to each other, and it's left it's mark on my body. I'm throbbing and pulsing, little electric shocks all over the core of me. I pull myself open, revealing my clit and stretching my hood tight. A tremor of pleasure courses through my body. I flick my finger over my exposed clit, overwhelming myself. I'm crazy, in fact, with longing for all that is promised between us. But tonight, unfortunately, I'm alone.

I know that I can only come once. That's what you told me earlier; I'm only allowed one each day till I see you next, and I must seek permission first. I, of course, promised I would comply, but I don't honestly know how. Normally, when I'm this turned on, I would come once; quickly, desperately, with hard thrusts and catching breath, and then a second time; slowly building and teetering towards the orgasm I need. The second is always stronger, making me lightheaded and exhausted, and comes upon me in slow, tidal pulses. But tonight I'm not allowed.

I take my dildo. Normally I would push this in slowly as I start, savouring the way it catches slightly before I get wet, and then moves more easily as my cunt floods and opens for it. But tonight I'm already swollen and slippery. The second it touches my lips I feel that massive surge, the need to be filled, lifting my hips slightly from the bed and making me clench with my whole body. It almost physically hurts. The dildo slides in so smoothly, immediately hitting the spot. It makes me gasp. I must be even more turned on than I realise, if it's this easy. My hand is shaking, and I'm imagining your hand there instead. You're sitting between my legs, forcing my thighs roughly apart so you can see your own hand disappearing inside me. I want more of you, but know as I ask that you will not respond favourably. Not immediately anyway. You're such a tease. You're alternating between looking at my cunt and searching my face, waiting for signs of response and need. I love that look of lust and concentration.

I've quickened the pace now, and without even touching my clit, I can feel the pressure starting to build, inexorably. I can feel my cunt moving with a different rhythm to your imagined hand, gripping and pulling it further in, now forcing it slip-sliding out so that you have to push even harder. When you push harder I start to respond with my whole body, tightening and tensing against you, with you. The momentary, needing ache as you pull out of me is only ever compensated by the rush of pleasure as you force your way back in. I reach down with my other hand and start to move slowly, circling my clit. It feels like it's on fire. I feel myself quickening the pace again, forcing more inside me and pressing down on my clit. It's suddenly much harder for you to move, I'm crushing your fingers, making you curse momentarily and smile. I can't stop myself from coming now, it's beyond my control. I hold my breath, savouring the edge of the precipice before I plummet towards my physical need.

All at once now, you're out of me, refusing to let me come. I'm almost angry, I need and want it so much. You slap my clit lightly a few times, to bring me away from the brink, but also turning me on further, simultaneously. It's tortuous. You trace your fingers around my lips, dipping slightly inward. I really can't bear it. I didn't think it was possible to need anything so much.  Then, you're inside me again, and this time you're fucking me harder, with longer and deeper strokes. At first I don't quite like it as much as the last rhythm, but my body of course adjusts, finding synchronicity with you again. I'm stroking myself harder, my legs are shaking with concentration and effort, and sweat is beginning to bead on my thighs. Again, I feel my cunt begin to clutch at the dildo, your hand, I feel my breathing getting more shallow and ragged. Again, you're out of me, pushing on my clit with the palm of your hand and telling me to calm down. Soothing voice, but harsh actions. So fucking exasperating. My arse grinds into the air with frustration as my empty cunt tries to gain you again.

I can't physically hold off myself much longer now, even with the tantalising fantasy of you to control me. Now when I enter myself, I know that this time I have to come. I shift position, forcing myself face down whilst fucking myself, now furiously, crying out with each and every thrust, imagining your mouth under me, swirling around my clit and biting my outer lips by turn. My legs are shaking violently, barely able to hold me up, with my wetness spreading down my legs and over your imagined face. I feel myself tighten around your hand, and hold my breath as my whole body tenses with the effort of the giant, breathless, sweaty, vocal orgasm that grips me entirely.  Wave upon wave hits me, until I collapse, face down, destroyed.

This is my thank you. 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: doucomehereoften on Nov 09, 2011, 10:58:44 PM
you pull me towards you, the first thing i feel is the cool, hard rubber, pushing into my lower back. After my feeble drunk attempt last night, you intend to get everything you want from me this morning.

you lightly kiss my shoulder, brushing your lips across the base of my neck, touching that sensative spot that sends a shiver through my body. i am awake and i a want you.

i lean harder into your body, now feeling your erect nipples on my back. your arm slides round me and your fingers pinch my nipple, causing me to moan softly. you continue to kiss my back, drawing the shapes of my body with your tongue. you pull my hair and i turn and briefly kiss your beutiful lips.

my hips buck and push into the dildo i long to have inside me. but you dont give in easy. squeezing my nipple harder and moving your hips in rythym with mine, you move closer and bite my neck. a gasp escapes me and you move your hand lower, putting pressure on my clit, i cum instantly, soaking your hand, but you know thats only the beginning. you push my leg forward and tease my clit with the 8 inches i have been waiting for. you move faster and my clit is throbbing, you know me well enough to see i am close to coming again, so pull back and enter me. you push hard and deep and make me moan. as you fuck me, i stoke my clit, loving the feeling of both pleasures. you turn me over and kneel between my legs, taking in my clean shaven pussy, running your fingers from my stomach, to my groin muscles. you regain the ryhthym and watch me masturbate as you penetrate me. heat travels through my body, my clit is swollen and hard, every feeling im experiencing intensifies. and before i can tell you, my warm juices explode over the cock you have just fucked me with
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Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 09, 2011, 05:22:26 AM
Great new additions!

sprock_ette, I loved it. It makes me want to take up cycling, lesbianism and limerence. Two of the three I practise already.
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 18, 2011, 07:49:48 PM
Great new additions!

sprock_ette, I loved it. It makes me want to take up cycling, lesbianism and limerence. Two of the three I practise already.

Thank you, very much. Please let me know if you'd like any assistance in your intended occupations. I confess I'm not terribly accomplished at lesbianism, but I'm an old hand (fnar fnar) at limerence and cycling. I can even perform them simultaneously!

I've been pondering publishing more stories, but I was hoping someone could enlighten me to the line at which a story become too kinky for the vault and must be posted in the dungeon?  ???
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Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 20, 2011, 06:57:40 AM
Post them here!

(Alright, I've never known how gears on a bike work. What's wrong with a bike with no gears? And why would someone want a bike without normal brakes (instead braking by pedalling backwards?)
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 20, 2011, 10:40:27 PM
There are many different gear systems. The most common are dérailleur gear systems, but there are also hub gears, where all the sprockets are tucked inside the rear hub. All gear systems works the same way, a cable at the front pulls the gear changing mechanism, whether a dérailleur or a carrier arm in the case of a hub gear into the selected position. This position allows the chain, or sun gear to mesh with the desired sprockett or planetary gear.

At the front chainset, it's very simple. The bigger the chainring the bigger the gear. You go faster but you must apply more force in order to pedal. Conversely, at the back, a smaller sprocket means higher gear, and a bigger sprocket means a lower gear, which allows you to pedal easily, but you don't go too fast.

There is nothing wrong with bikes with a single gear. They are fun, and low-maintenance. I have one myself.

There are many braking systems that stop a bike. The old coaster brake system, like you have on most Dutch bikes, works by stopping the hub by back pedalling. It is adequate to stop a bike. However it is a heavy clumsy meachanism for racing, and the heat generated by the friction of constantly applying the brakes, like one does while mountain biking can cause the grease inside the wheel to dry up and thus the wheel seizes. They are ideal for children's bikes, because children's small hands are not sting enough to brake powerfully.   
Fixed wheel bicycles also allow you to brake by back pedalling. You can even ride them backwards. You cannot freewheel however. This makes descending hills very tricky. The first bikes were all fixed wheel. They are very fun.

Clear? Not clear? Too kinky for the Vault?
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Post by: Magenta71 on Dec 21, 2011, 02:08:44 AM
^ definitely more dungeon than vault   :P
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Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 21, 2011, 02:15:02 AM
My little sprocklette, thank you.

You know a lot about bikes. What I really enjoy on bikes (the imaginary bikes I don't actually own or ride) are practical things, like containers or attached bags to hold things. Or instruments ending in 'meter' to gather useful information. Or lights and bells and baskets and lots of different functional tools. Like, if I got stuck with my bike, I could whip out things to keep me entertained and hydrated and alive until I was rescued. And all the tools would be housed on the bike itself.

I don't just want a bike. I want a bike with things.
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 21, 2011, 01:17:30 PM
I too share this longing. There are so many things out there the mind boggles. I really could go on for pages about cool gadgets and bags and whosamawhatsits.

 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 24, 2011, 11:06:52 AM
There was something good, kind and true about Charlie. He was so innocently confident, his blue eyes steady, his manner so calm and gentle. Sometimes I wonder if this was some advantage that came to him from having grown up in Somerset's apple-laden hills, far from the mean and tawdry city. I grew up amid the trash and the smog, and when I was near him, I could see my own cynicism in all its hideous disfigurement by the light that Charlie's sweetness cast upon it, exaggerating its shadows and crags. That optimism so fundamental to his spirit was painfully precious to me.

One evening I came downstairs to the bar, as the last of the punters wobbled their way out the door, after hours spent intermittently overseeing the goings-on in the bar, and pouring over spreadsheets in the office. Charlie was in motion behind the bar, sleeves rolled up, exposing his muscular, tattooed forearms. He was wearing a white cotton shirt, tucked neatly into his jeans, and you could see the collar of his vest, just above the last fastened button (he never did up the top two buttons). A pen stuck up out of his shirt pocket. The light glinted off of his silver rectangular belt buckle and shiny leather shoes. He was emptying the dishwasher, a tea towel thrown over his shoulder. Dear Charlie, with his wide crooked smile which creased the corners of his eyes, his close cropped blond hair, and his placid countenance.

I walked to the door, and slung the usual careless friendly insults at the drunks who were stumbling in the night's amber-lit cold. They laughed insensibly, and haltingly flopped on their various ways. At the door, my bouncer, Ron, was sleepily stamping his chilly feet. I gave him a hug about his vast shoulders and a brown envelope with his wages, then smiled after him as he plodded off to bed. Then I closed the big steel door with a resounding click.

There was faithful Charlie, setting the pint glasses in neat little rows on their shelf. He was skinny, taller than me, and his movements all suggested strength and grace. I walked back into the bar making sure my boots thumped impressively with each step. As he felt me draw close behind him, he froze. His ears were red, his breath uncertain. I took a few seconds to let him twitch with anticipation, my breath warm on the back of his leather-collared neck, then whispered as I grabbed his crotch; "I'm going to go upstairs to count the cash. When I come down I want you ready."

"Yes, master." Charlie whispered, obediently.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 24, 2011, 11:08:08 AM
My God! Just those two words were so sexy. I gritted my teeth as a heat diffused throughout my body.

"Good boy!" I whispered back, and shoved him away.

I carried the till drawer upstairs and counted all the notes into neat little piles, the queen face down on every one. Then I locked my prostrate paper monarchs away in the safe, and, after entering the day's totals into Sage, I switch off the computer. Now, I poured myself a glass of sherry, which I drank, listening all the while for Charlie's movements downstairs. I heard the dishwasher shut, the stools being scraped back into order, and then some more muffled sounds. I knew these were my cue.

I finished my sherry and thumped down the stairs. The room was empty but for Charlie, on this hands and knees on a low wide coffee table, among some sofas. He was naked but for his leather collar and a blindfold. His pale skin was blanched and goose pimpled by the draught. His breasts hung down with nipples hardened by exposure to cold and desire. The blond fuzz on his head stood on end. So did that little which grew between his skinny legs. His ears, one of which had a long bar piercing its upper curve, had grown bright red. He was degraded, vulnerable, and silently begging.

This site made me burn suddenly and violently with lust. If I had had a cock, it would have stiffened in my leather trousers. As it was, my flesh where it would have been throbbed, and the silicon cock that sat adjacent quivered. I started toward him.

"Put your head down on the table." I hissed.

He pressed his face to the cup-marked surface. As his did so, his arse was thrust high in the air.

"Spread your legs wider." I growled.

Now I could see his pussy wide open, glistening with lustful premonition. His arsehole too was clearly visible, a sight that intensified the throbbing and quivering beneath my zipper.

"You filthy little slut." I growled at him, and smacked his arse.

Charlie emitted a little coo of pleasure, and shivered.

"Spread that arse for me, you fucking filthy little whore." I whispered heatedly.

He did so, as I undid the buckle of my belt.

"You know what I want to hear." I hissed at him, pulling his head up by the back of his collar.

"Please..." Charlie's sweet earnest voice pleaded softly.

I shoved his head down on the table with a gentle deliberate thump, and, still holding it down by the collar, tore my belt off.

"Again!" I barked, hoarse voiced.

"Please!" Charlie repeated.

I love 'please!' I love begging. I love withholding. I love that moment of desperate pleading. This is better than the moment of giving, better than watching my lover spasm in pain or ecstasy. Better than my own orgasms by light years. I live for 'please!'

My belt smacked loudly against Charlie's arse. He too loved 'please!' He loved that cry of humiliating helplessness. He let go and allowed himself to be completely dominated by animalistic impulses.

"Again." I said solemnly.

"Please! Please please please!" Charlie moaned, as I whipped welts into his arse and the back of his legs.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 24, 2011, 11:09:34 AM
I smashed a beer bottle against the steel cap of my boot, and Charlie shuddered in alarm. Then I picked a big clean-edged sharp shard from the remains and began to gently scratch it across the pale skin of his back. I traced the word 'beloved' between his shoulder blades. Little red droplets of blood rose up in the scratches. I lightly drew my tongue along them, tasting the irony sanguine tang.

Charlie's increasing arousal turned me on. I could see from him swelling, moistening pussy and hear in his increasingly impassioned cries, that his horniness was becoming unbearable.

I walked around and stood before above his head.

"Up!" I barked, and pulled his head up fiercely. I pulled his head to my crotch. Charlie began to lick and kiss the bulge that strained against the leather. He grunted libidinously.

"Do you want my cock?" I asked him in a wild whisper.

"Yes!" Charlie replied vehemently.

"Yes, what?" I snapped and slapped his cheek.

"Yes, please." Charlie said, with audible restraint.

I unzipped my trousers, and my cock sprang forth rigidly. With one hand I held Charlie by the collar. With the other I gripped my plastic manhood.

"Open your mouth." I ordered.

Charlie did so and I placed my cock against his ready tongue. He sucked me greedily, as I thrust myself in and out of his mouth. Every once in a while I pulled out, slapped his face, then shoved my cock back into his salivating mouth.

"You like sucking cock, you filthy pig?" I barked.

Charlie grunted something of and assent through his mouthful. My hand relaxed on his collar and I began to stroke his fuzzy head. I plucked the blindfold from his blinking eyes. Those two blue jewels turned upward to look to meet mine. As he looked up at me, my cock sitting on his glistening lips, a jolt of pleasure emanating from my clit coursed throughout me.

"You're a good boy, aren't you?" I said, and rubbed that flaxen fuzz.

Putting my finger through the ring at the front of his collar, I pulled him erect, and lent forward to kiss him. My lips met his, and his tongue caressed mine. We kissed each other luxuriantly, and allowed our hands to explore each other. Mine found his breasts, which were squeezed and slapped, and his nipples,  which were pinched and twisted. He put one hand up behind my head, burying his fingers in my brown curls. The other stroked my cock and my pussy through the hot leather across my crotch.

"Put your head down" I ordered again, more tenderly than before, "Ass up! Spread that ass for me."

Now I walked around to Charlie's rear.

"Rub your clit." I growled, and slapped his arse.

Charlie's fingers began to circle his pink swollen clit.

"Dirty little whore!" I hissed and let the head of my cock sit against the wet open mouth of his pink pussy.

Charlie gasped.

"Do you want it?" I asked Charlie.

"Yes!" Charlie groaned.

"Yes, what?" I shouted and smacked his arse mightily.

"Yes, please!" Charlie cried out.

I pushed myself a millimeter further inside him.

"Please, what?" I asked and slapped his arse again.

"Please, fuck me!" Charlie groaned.

I pushed another millimeter further and whispered, "Beg for it!"

"Pleeeeease!" Charlie almost sobbed.

Slowly, millimeter by millimeter I pushed myself deep inside him.

"Ungh!" Charlie moaned.

Now I slowly pulled myself completely out, then entered him again in the same way.

"Back up for it, " I ordered him, "Open yourself for my cock."

Charlie pushed his hips up and back, his pussy engulfing my cock up to the hilt. He moaned in pleasure, and resumed rubbing his clit. I gripped his waist and slowly began to increase the tempo of my thrusts. I watched my cock disappear and reemerge from out of his hungry pussy. The lips of my pussy began to grow sore where the base of my cock pushed against me, in a way I expected to savour the next day. Finally my own thighs were smacking his arse cheeks, as I fucked him with abandon.

My own pussy was so wet I could feel it tickling and trickling within my trousers. I pulled out of him, and gave his bum a shove with the sole of my boot.

Now I went to the locked cupboard that everyone presumed contained a fire blanket, as that's how it was labelled. I removed a bottle of lube. I returned to Charlie, pulled the top open with a pop, and dribbled cold lube all over Charlie's pussy and arsehole. Charlie shuddered at the sensation of the cold lube on his hot skin.

"I'm going to fuck your ass." I informed Charlie.

Now I thrust one hand down my own trousers to rub my clit, as I ran the fingertips of the other around Charlie's pink arsehole. I pressed my finger against the opening.

"Mmmmm!" Charlie moaned.

Now I pushed it inside, and rubbed myself harder. The sight of Charlie's arse being penetrated and his moans made me desperate to cum. I gently slid my finger in and out of Charlie's arse.

"Oh!" Charlie moaned.

"Oh fuck!" I replied.

Then I began to fuck his arse with my finger.

"Oh oh oh!" Charlie gasped.

"Oh fuck.!" I whispered again.

I began to rub my clit furiously as I pressed a second finger inside Charlie, then to fuck him with both.

"Aaaah!" Charlie screamed.

"Fucking filthy little whore!" I groaned.

I pulled my hand out in order to slap his arse, then thrust my fingers inside him again. My legs were shaking and my cunt tensing as I readied myself for orgasm.

"Oh yes!" Charlie cried out, furiously rubbing his own clit, "Don't stop! Please!"

This tipped me over the edge, and I orgasmed, grunting his name as my pussy spasmed.

After a moment I recalled myself. I was panting, shaking and sweaty.

"Come here." I ordered Charlie, grabbing him by the collar. I pulled him across the room to the pool table. I threw a wine crate down at my feet and stood upon it, as I directed him to lie on his back. I pulled him back so his bum hung over the edge of the table, and pushed the backs of his knees up toward his head. Then I pushed my cock against his pink puckered arsehole. He grimaced as his muscles hesitated for a second, but then cried out in pleasure as I slid past the threshold and deep inside him. I fucked his arse, gripping the edge of the table, white knuckled. He rubbed his clit faster and faster in keeping with my increasingly faster rhythm.

Now I could see him beads of sweat running down his legs, his pale tummy, his round pink breasts, his noble face. His eyes were closed, his mouth wide open, emitting screams of pleasure.

"That's a good boy, " I whispered, gentle now, "Cum for me."

He thrust his head back as his whole body shuddered violently in orgasm. I pulled out of his reddened arsehole, slowly and carefully, then clambered up onto the green velvet in order to hold him. He clung to me, his naked body, still shaking, pressed against the leather of my trousers and sweaty cotton of my now clinging t-shirt.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 24, 2011, 11:10:48 AM
That's a good baby." I cooed to him, and kissed him sweetly.

Charlie's blue eyes opened, their depth and brightness captivating me. My heart writhed inside my chest. He was so vulnerable, so open and trusting, my beloved fair-haired boy.

"I love you." I told him, stroking his impossibly soft cheek.

Charlie returned my passionate gaze with his own placid one. He smiled with that kind and good-humoured smile that pained and enchanted me.

"I don't do love, " he said, kindly and casually, "It just brings pain in between two people."

All this while I had been so careful. So careful to strike where appropriate, avoiding the spine, the spleen, the throat. So careful to strike hard enough to hurt, but not enough to damage. Now Charlie had turned around, and struck me directly and devastatingly in a tender vital organ. A romantic might call it my heart, but it felt more like my stomach. He was so sweet and infinitely lovable, he did not know what it was like to yearn to be loved.

I reeled in pain, which flared seconds later into rage. Now the simultaneous impulses to hurt him and protect him from myself warred with my consciousness and overwhelmed me. I hopped down off the pool table and stormed to the bar. I was dimly aware now that there were tears mingling with the sweat on my face. I poured myself another sherry, and sipped it slowly.

Charlie approached me tentatively. He had pulled his white cotton shirt over his shoulders, but not yet buttoned it up. The collar was sticking up. He placed his hand on my back, patting me patronizingly. I finished my sherry, placed my glass calmly upon the bar and turned to him. Those captivating blue eyes looked into mine, and I was overcome. I slapped him as hard as I could, over and over, until he put up his hands to shield himself from the hail of blows. So I grabbed his arm, and, when he flinched away, his collar. I dragged him toward the door gathering his trousers, shoes, coat and keys as we went.

He called out my name and said many things to try to soften me, but I had already resolved not to be swayed by pity.I think he might have tried our safe word, but we weren't playing anymore. Still they stung me, each beloved little cry. That mild and gentle soul never fought back, though I've no doubt he is as strong as me, maybe stronger. But my passion was stronger than us both. I shoved him, half-naked and clutching his clothes, out into the street and slammed pulled the door shut as fast has the door-closer's springs would allow.

For a few seconds, or minutes possibly, I just stood in the vestibule, insensible to everything in the world, but my own fierce and terrible sadness. Upon moving, I became aware of the bouncing of the dildo, still smeared with Charlie's stickiness, hanging out of the front of my trousers. I yanked it out of my BVDs, and, flinging the door wide open again, threw it with all my might at Charlie, who had now dressed. He put his hands up to defend himself as it smacked into him.

"And how about on Monday you show up on time for a change, for fuck's sake," I screamed after him, "One more fucking infraction and I swear I'll fucking sack you!"

I was still the boss, after all.

I pulled the door to again, before Charlie had another chance to wound me with those beautiful eyes or that sweet bewildered voice. This time I locked it resolutely. Then I stumbled back to the bar and sat heavily upon a stool. I poured myself a straight vodka, swigged it, and coughed. Finally, I lay my head down on the bar, and wept until, exhausted and dejected, I fell asleep in a plashet of tears.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 25, 2011, 08:18:12 PM
Will read later.

*excited*.
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Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 27, 2011, 03:01:26 AM
Noooo, Charlie! Just love the woman! Under her hard exterior is just a girl, standing in front of a Charlie, asking him to love her.
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Post by: Blythe on Dec 27, 2011, 03:05:33 AM
Shucks HHAYT you're such a romantic.
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Post by: Magenta71 on Dec 27, 2011, 06:25:10 AM
Indeed

 :o

 Sprockette, your porn always ends in sadness.
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 27, 2011, 05:18:42 PM
Indeed

 :o

 Sprockette, your porn always ends in sadness.

So does sex, usually. It's just realism.
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Post by: Blythe on Dec 27, 2011, 05:56:40 PM
oh dear.

I like sex that ends in exhausted laughter.
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Post by: Magenta71 on Dec 27, 2011, 08:45:25 PM
Me too. Or just exhaustion  ;)
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Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 29, 2011, 06:32:29 PM
I like sex that ends with ex.
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 31, 2011, 09:03:35 AM
I like sex that ends with ex.

You mean break-up sex? I've never tried that. Sounds like a much better way of breaking up than all the shouting and weeping...
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Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 31, 2011, 04:52:41 PM
No, the word sex ends with 'ex'. I prefer the 'ex' to alternative endings to the s, like eedy or erpent or limey
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Dec 31, 2011, 07:56:36 PM
Or ue Perkins... ::ighs::
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Post by: Watsonwaswrong on Dec 31, 2011, 11:50:46 PM
I liked your 'ighs' joke. Shehehehe (I added an 's'. Why should giggling be so patriarchal?)
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Apr 04, 2012, 12:15:05 AM
Jesus Christ, people! Has noone written any smut since December?!?!!?
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Post by: Mirror on Apr 05, 2012, 05:04:44 AM
You should write some more then, Sprock_ette! I like yours a lot.
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Aug 27, 2012, 05:07:24 PM
I will never be kissed again. Never again will my mouth linger upon the lips of another woman's. I will not feel them part, feel our tongues caress one another's until my breath quickens and my voice rises forth from my lungs in low urgent groans. My hands will never search a woman's body exploring the soft curves of her back, her bum, her thighs. I will never again surrender myself to the surges of lust that rise and receed like waves.

I will not ever feel her fingers glide over my lips, my Tongue. I will not swoon as her mouth creeps in its overpoweringly pleasurable trajectory from my ears, down my neck, along my breastbone. Not again.

My Tongue will never again know the feeling of a woman's erect nipple pressed against it, nor will the palms of my hands. My ears will not hear her deep, breathy cries of agonised ecstasy. The skin of my back is safe from the desperate clawing of her fingernails. 

No woman will ever push open my legs again, nor will anyone ever wrap hers tight between mine, in order to grind her pussy against my willing thigh. 

For the last time I have frantically unbuttoned my shirt, torn off my bra, flung aside my tie, to allow a woman's soft mouth to suck at my pleading nipples. I will never again utter those whimpers of ravishment. The times that I have abandoned myself completely to the whims of feminine hands have passed.

Gone forever are the moments in which I unzipped my trousers and she shimmied them down, off of my pale shivering legs. Gone forever are those moments when our mouths locked in kisses, as her fingers teasingly traced my thighs, my belly, my bum, around and around that swollen, hot and slippery centre. If my voice ever rang out, calling out the name of God and the name of a woman, as she first lightly petted my throbbing clit, it is silent now. 

My hips will not now be strained wider and wider to allow her hands to stroke me, to enter me, to fuck me. Those moments it took for her to retrieve her harness and phallus from the dressing table, to strap them on, once seemed an eterninty. Now I know what a real eternity is like. It is yet lying motionless in the drawer. She will not again remove it, in order to thrust it deep into my entreating pussy, over and over again, my head tilted back,my eyelids heavy, drunk with pleasure. I shall not again feel her pleasuring herself, rubbing her breasts against my own, writhing against my body as she fucks me. 

The moment has come and gone, when she urges me over onto my hands and knees, pulls me close to the edge of the bed, so that she might stand in order to take me from behind. I will never again assume that animalistic wanton attitude, my ass held high, my burning face pressed into the mattress, leaning back so that a woman might sodomise me until I climax shaking, moaning and sweating. 

Never again will my Tongue taste the sweetness of a woman's dripping engorged peony. The bed posts and my hair will not be clutched and pulled at as she rides my open caressing mouth, ever faster and more violently. In vain my ears strain to catch the heartbreakingly sweet notes of her screams as she reaches her orgasm, causing me to cum again in an instinctual empathy with her. 

Nevermore will our bodies entwine in that incomparable oxytocin drenched cuddle that follows lovemaking. 

"Why," you ask, "Why in God's name? Wherefore dost thou let escape thy youth and beauty, which day by day fade as do even now the summer's roses one by one. Know you not that it is August?"

"What gaol envelopes thee? What disease so devours thee?" 

Love. Love is my sickness and my prison. Love is the all consuming fire which hath so disfigured me, that none could stand to look upon me, let alone fuck me.       
    
Omnis amans amens
         
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Post by: MzB on Aug 27, 2012, 05:51:27 PM
Thank you Sprock_ette. Very edifying. I like the increasingly florid and formal climax. More?
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Aug 27, 2012, 08:10:06 PM
You're a kinky one. Staring directly into a gaping wound and crying for more. Dirty girl!
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Post by: lanaby on Aug 27, 2012, 09:55:21 PM
brilliant!
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Post by: Sprock_ette on Aug 29, 2012, 06:45:46 PM
Celibacy is the new sex.
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Post by: wishfulthinking on May 18, 2013, 01:40:21 PM
I could feel a soft tickling over my nose and lips. Groggily I swept my hand across my face – only to be rewarded with the sound of metal and a yank against my wrist. I opened my eyes to blackness and, realising I couldn’t move either of my hands, exclaimed, ‘What the hell?!’

The response wasn’t what I expected. A weight settled over my legs and a voice told me not to panic, that this was what I wanted. I felt a soft, warm mouth cover my own and kiss me deeply. The feelings of helplessness deepened and I felt light-headed. I protested again and was told to remain silent with a sharp twist to my left nipple. That did it. The helplessness, combined with the sharp pain, and I was unable to stop the tension that caused me to gasp and thrust my hips upwards. Again it was said that this was what I wanted and I was unable to argue. I had wanted this for so long.

Again, warm lips captured my mouth and I gave in to the deepening kiss as her hands locked around my throat preventing my head from moving and choking me slightly. I had imagined these sensations but the reality was far exceeding my expectations. She held my head still as her mouth moved down my neck, licking and biting, hard enough to make me gasp again and mark me. I could feel her smile as she maintained the pressure on my throat and lowered her mouth to my aching nipples, both straining for her attentions. As she alternated between light flicks with her tongue and sharp bites I felt my stomach muscles tightening and wetness building between my legs. My brain was still in some rebellion about what was happening but my body had no such illusions. I had never become this wet, this quickly.

I couldn’t control my hands and they were clenching at air repeatedly as she moved her hand lower and traced her nails over my thighs. I knew she was enjoying my lack of control, yet I couldn’t stop the, ‘please’ that escaped when she slipped her fingers between my folds. This spurred her on and soon her thumb had found my clit while two of her fingers were inside me. I tried to push myself further onto her fingers but didn’t have the range of movement required and she knew it. She was teasing me still. Soon the whispered please had become a repeated cry and she didn’t ignore me this time. As I climaxed she removed the blindfold and all I could say as I looked at her face was, ‘thank you’.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Bernard on May 18, 2013, 01:51:58 PM
^ Hello!

(Faaar better than mine. Also, bloody hell.  :P )
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Arig on May 18, 2013, 01:59:16 PM


Oh, the Vault, its alive!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Bernard on May 18, 2013, 02:06:56 PM
It's not fair. I am on the most randy randy mc-randysome day of my cycle, and I am all on my lonesome.  >:(

I need to go outside and think *clean* *thoughts*.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: wishfulthinking on May 18, 2013, 02:14:52 PM
^ Hello!

(Faaar better than mine. Also, bloody hell.  :P )


Gracias - although can't find yours so cannot comment :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: amaya on May 18, 2013, 03:10:01 PM


A poem for the porn thread

You have gone to work.

I am standing in front of the mirror

Looking at my body

Seeing what you see

thinking it must be covered in your fingerprints

You have put prints everywhere and left

its like a trail

I wonder if other femme's have the same marks

on their bodies as I have on mine

I turn sideways in the mirror

and hold my stomach

How do you do that?

you must be a transformer and those body parts

belong to me and you

More than recognition and desire

Its a Metamorphosis. Anamorphosis.   


 ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: wishfulthinking on May 18, 2013, 09:21:21 PM
It's not fair. I am on the most randy randy mc-randysome day of my cycle, and I am all on my lonesome.  >:(

I need to go outside and think *clean* *thoughts*.

Nah, clean thoughts aren't worth it. Lol
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Bernard on May 19, 2013, 03:51:48 AM
I went out. I thought clean thoughts. I found myself in London's trendy soho, fully prepared to think unclean thoughts. (In a sort of look but don't touch fashion.)

But honestly, it was very offputting. Gay capital my arse, gay man capital for sure, gay men and their fawning straight women...is it too much to ask to see more than a couple of bona fide lesbians every 500 gay men?

Pshaw.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzB on May 19, 2013, 04:15:56 AM
ss


A poem for the porn thread

You have gone to work.

I am standing in front of the mirror

Looking at my body

Seeing what you see

thinking it must be covered in your fingerprints

You have put prints everywhere and left

its like a trail

I wonder if other femme's have the same marks

on their bodies as I have on mine

I turn sideways in the mirror

and hold my stomach

How do you do that?

you must be a transformer and those body parts

belong to me and you

More than recognition and desire

Its a Metamorphosis. Anamorphosis.   

 ;D

I really like this, rosa.

Thank you.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: wishfulthinking on May 19, 2013, 04:59:15 PM
2nd round

As I lay there amazed at how she had completely stripped me of control, I saw her smile and knew she wasn’t finished yet. She replaced the blindfold, plunging me back into darkness without a clue of what was to happen. I felt her shift on the bed. I could smell her scent and knew that she had positioned herself above my mouth. I immediately tasted her and was rewarded with a sigh as she leant forward, supporting herself on the headboard as one hand wound itself into my hair and forced my mouth harder into her centre. The feeling of her fist pulling at my hair had my passions rising again and I was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate as she took what she wanted from me.

She reached down and removed the blindfold, her hand forcing me to meet her stare. ‘Make me cum’, she demanded and I nearly came right then, just from her voice. She was so strong and I was again helpless beneath her. I concentrated on her clit, making her gasp as I sucked the hard bud into my mouth. I could feel her wetness on my face and I knew she was close. Soon, she was grinding herself into me, leaning over, her fingers grabbing her breasts as she came in my mouth.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Anus Nin on May 20, 2013, 02:17:22 AM
The Bridesmaid: Part 1

Weddings are fun. Even the hetero ones. I like dressing up; I like the familiar routines and rituals. I like that you are expected to wear certain colours, say certain things, buy certain presents.  And I like the attendant wedding clichés, such as the one about the bridesmaids.

I had travelled up to Edinburgh on the train from London, knowing that for me, this would be THE WEDDING OF THE YEAR.  Partly because it was going to take place in a castle, and partly because Sarah is the only straight friend I had who was yet to wed. I was determined to make the most of it, but I had assumed this would mean dancing to The Bee Gees and getting so sick-drunk that someone would have to carry me to my room. This time, it turned out a little better than expected. Lucky I had the foresight (or blind optimism) to pack my cock.

The venue was lovely; it had a slight gothic feel, all candle-lit in a cavernous old stone chapel. Slightly eerie shadows and the sado-masochistic scenes of Christ tormented were delightfully at odds with the innocent joy of the nuptials. Sarah still apparently nurtured goth-tendencies; at college she had carried a tatty old copy of Dracula around with her during the whole of the second year, and was disconcertingly keen on Fields of the Nephilim and The Mission for a while. By the time the smell of patchouli finally dissipated, we were approaching our finals.

During the service, the happy couple remembered their vows, hymns were sung and parents looked stunned with the realisation that their children didn’t exist anymore, and had been replaced by grown-ups in evening wear. I had barely followed the predictable, comforting narrative of the service, however. My attention had been hopelessly lost very soon after Sarah had arrived, followed submissively by her bridesmaids. I always get a lump in my throat when I see a bride enter a church. I like to joke that it’s because another woman is being lost to patriarchy; in reality, I usually find the sight of one of my friends glowing in her dress irresistibly romantic. I’m soppy like that.

This time, however, my heart was to skip two beats. Sarah’s second bridesmaid, who was standing on my side of the aisle, was so beautiful that I felt a knot form in my stomach. She was wearing burgundy, which picked out the bride’s sash, and the dress was very elegant; sleeveless with a low back, and tailored so as to accentuate her body. She wore dark red patent heels, stockings, and carried a very simple bouquet involving white and red roses. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her face. She had chestnut hair cut into a modern, assymetrical bob, and her eyes, already dark, were glittering pools of ebony in the low lighting of the chapel. Although she attempted to affect the demure pose required of the bridesmaid, her smile as she passed me was knowing and provocative. She knew how hot she looked, and was enjoying being admired. I was riveted when she turned those dark pools toward me and gave me the subtlest flicker of attention; a double-take of the eyes involving a very speedy scan of my upper body. My eyes stayed fixed on her, sitting ahead of me in the second row, for the rest of the ceremony.

Dinner was a grand Scottish affair, and by now I was well oiled with champagne and animated by my amusing table mates, many of whom were old college friends. I did not have a clear line of sight to the bridesmaids’ table, which was just as well because I feared I would have gawped my way through the mini haggises and smoked salmon. In fact, the food, drink and good company helped me forget about her, although I still felt the strange, nagging longing she had left me with. I felt twitchy, horny, and full of a kind of manic energy.

And so a wedding goes: the guests finish eating and adjourn to another room where a disco is set up, and after the couple have their first horribly awkward dance to a song chosen to be not-too-dirty, the real fun begins. Baccara start to sing and right on cue, tipsy guests shriek with delight, laugh at the cheesiness of it, before having to acknowledge that yes, sir, they too would like to boogie.

Later, I drew the line at Bryan Adams, and so wandered down a darkened corridor towards one of the bars. I was surprised to find it empty except for the barman, and so sat at the bar while I drank my JD and coke. I nearly spilled my drink when a low Scots voice behind me said, “I’ll have what she’s having.”

I turned around and was astonished to see the hitherto unreachable bridesmaid looking at me. I don’t usually do what happens next. I am not forward, and I get tongue tied around women I am attracted to. So from God knows where I found the words: “Ah, here you are. I’d been wondering where you had got to.”

She took the drink I held out and came to the bar, leaning against it in such a way as to allow me to admire her curves again, and, this time, her deliciously pert breasts. She was beautiful; glowing with the kind of buffed, manicured health that weddings elicit from young women; her skin slightly tanned and, surprisingly, her make-up still intact. Once again, the voice of another, more confident me said: “You look good enough to eat.”

“Are you feeling peckish?”

I paused, not quite sure if I could believe what was happening. Then the mystery voice confirmed: “Ravenous.”

And that was it. The drinks were downed and we walked, together but not touching, to my room on the second floor.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on May 20, 2013, 08:54:13 AM
Fabulous Anus Nin !




Looking forward to chapter 2.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Mirror on May 21, 2013, 12:37:46 AM
Moar!  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MistressDreaming on May 21, 2013, 02:21:53 AM
(in response to wishfulthinking)

3rd round



‘And I’m still not done with you’ I said, through gritted teeth, as I recovered my breath.

I held myself, still pulsing, above her swollen mouth, and watched a trail of my sweet, sticky juice run down her cheek. She was holding herself very quiet and completely still, uncertain what would happen next.

I needed some time to gather my energy. I reached down and unshackled her wrists. I raised myself, swung my legs off the bed, leant back over and whispered hot in her ear: ‘Close your eyes. Remain silent. You may move your arms. Make yourself comfortable.’

She rubbed her wrists, arched her back tentatively, and held her arms out at her sides.

‘Now spread your legs.’

She opened her legs, slow and silent. She was taut, expectant. Spread eagled. Barely breathing.

‘Can you feel that time has slowed down?’ I asked.

I lifted my riding crop, with its soft leather tip, from the stand at the side of the bed. And ran it, flickering and teasing, across her shoulders and breasts.

I could hear her breathing now, strong but not quite steady. I moved the crop down her midriff to the top of her pubic hair, and held it there, resisting the magnetic pull from the centre of her clit.

‘Close your legs,’ I ordered. She obeyed.

‘I want to take you to a place you’ve never been before.’ I said. ‘Do you consent?’

She was silent, before finally nodding and giving a quiet ‘yes.’

‘Are you willing to put yourself entirely under my control? Are you sure?’

‘How can I be sure?’ She grunted, almost involuntarily. ‘I don’t know what you want to do to me!’

‘Ah, but that’s just it,’ I replied. ‘First, we need to discover exactly what it is that you most want to feel. And then I’ll take you there. That is, I’ll take you there when – and only when - you deserve to go to that place in yourself.’

She flashed her eyes open and looked straight into mine.

‘I consent,’ she said.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: wishfulthinking on May 21, 2013, 08:22:35 AM
@MistressDreaming - I bow to a skill far greater than my own. Wow.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Scully on May 21, 2013, 09:44:53 AM
Wow! A flurry of porn. Is it because it's spring? It's all very enjoyable.  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Anus Nin on May 21, 2013, 01:18:30 PM
The Bridesmaid: Part 2

If you are going to screw a complete stranger, you’d better get on with it. A polite getting-to-know one another would only mean you’d have second thoughts. I closed my bedroom door, and stood facing her for a few seconds.  She had completely dropped the faux-coyness of the earlier ceremony, and was now looking at me frankly, holding my gaze. As if answering an unasked question, she said, “I saw you standing there in your cute tie and jacket, and your cute boyish haircut, and I knew I would come and find you later. And here I am. Are you going to fuck me?”

I was electrified by the audacity of it, and completely turned on. Feeling as dizzy and exhilarated as if I were standing on the edge of a precipice, I stepped toward her, put my arm around her waist and drew her firmly to me. That first kiss was deep, voracious and urgent. She tasted faintly of whisky but I could tell that she wasn’t drunk. The fact that a woman in full possession of her faculties could be so shameless was itself intoxicating to me. It hinted at the depths she might descend to with me, a stranger, in this strange room. I was drawn to her bravery, and felt honour-bound to match it.

One arm still around her waist, the other slid up her outer thigh, under the burgundy dress and to the top of her leg, and came to rest on her buttock. With some joy, I discovered she was wearing stockings and suspenders. This was going to be a treat. I stepped back.

“Take off your dress.”

At this sudden declaration of my intended dominance, she sighed, smiled faintly, and immediately obeyed. As she unzipped her dress and slid out of it, I loosened my tie and removed my jacket. When she was standing in her underwear in front of me, she looked me up and down. An arched eyebrow, hands on hips, were signals that I was expected to speak.

“Gorgeous. You’ve got a beautiful body. I intend to explore it. All you need to do is follow instructions.  Now move to the wall and put your hands above your head.“

Another quiet smile as she did what I asked. Standing there obediently, she was already all I could have wished. I stepped toward her and kissed her again, prying her lips open with my tongue, and pressing myself into the kiss. The heat of her, and the sensation of having control, made me wet, and hard – in the way only someone with a secret, interior cock can feel. I slid my tongue down her neck, biting her, and enjoying the sharp gasp it elicited. There would be more pain later. For now, though, I ran my hands over her skin: over her chest and the top of her breasts; down her sides and over the smooth curves of her hips; across her belly; finally, gently tracing a line from her belly button to where I guessed her clitoris was. She gasped.

I knelt down and said, “Spread your legs. I want to be able to look. You can put your hands down for a while.”

She obeyed immediately, standing with her legs apart, and from my lower vantage point I was able to look at her cunt, hidden of course, by avocado and cream Rigby and Peller underwear. I used a forefinger to trace the edge of her knickers, and then let my finger come to rest right in the centre of her gusset, over the opening of her cunt. She moaned, and I was gratified to feel how wet the material was.

“Squat down, against the wall. Keep your legs open. I want to know you are available to me even if I am not in the room.”

She gave me a slightly quizzical look, but obeyed, and for a moment I looked at those legs, the open posture, and the underwear. It was time. I walked to my bathroom and strapped on my cock. I kept my shirt and tie on, but decided everything else must go. When I returned to the bedroom and she saw me, she grinned.

“Oh good,” was all she said. Her eyes were fixed on my cock.

I lay down on the carpet, got comfortable, and then told her to walk over and stand above me. But I wanted the knickers off. She obeyed, somehow contriving to keep her stockings and suspenders on, and stood, a foot on either side of my head, with her cunt now exposed. She had neatly trimmed black pubic hair, and a rosy splash of lips, and it looked so very appetising that, as usual when faced by a ripe cunt, my mouth started watering.

“Squat down over me. I want to examine you.” I folded my arms behind my head, and prepared to be exhibited to.

She moved down into a squatting position, just above my eyeline. I let my eyes roam over the perfection of her labia, plump and open, the delicate bud of her clitoris just visible, and down to her anus.  Not touching was impossible. I reached out and gently parted her lips with both thumbs to expose her clit, at which she hissed. I ran my finger along the length of her cunt, enjoying how wet she was, how slippery, thinking how easy it would be to fuck her. I placed a wet exploratory finger inside her, and she moaned. Before she could press down upon my finger, I retrieved it and placed the same fingertip upon her anus. Her eyes flashed open as she gasped, but eye contact was defiantly maintained, and I took this as permission for something I intended to do later.

By now I was so aroused I was panting. Putting my hands on both of her hips, I guided her down and towards my face. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to feel her wetness against my face, and so with gratitude on both our parts, she sank to her knees and positioned herself directly over my mouth. Firmly holding her hips, and then her buttocks, I was able to move her to wherever I wanted her. She tasted sweet, salty musky, and perfect. I loved it. I could spend hours there, and often I did.

Slowly, I moved my tongue over her now engorged clit, sometimes flicking, sometimes coming to rest upon it, until her moaning told me she needed more. I moved her body forward so that I could dart my tongue inside her, her gasps and cries making me slow down, or speed up, and drive her to the edge. When she came, she pressed down hard upon my face and rode me, jerking and sobbing and grabbing my hair. When she had finished, the contractions had subsided and her eyes opened, she slumped on the floor next to me. We lay in companionable silence for a while, until she said: “More.”

I indicated with a nod toward my cock, and she sat up. This was going to be a long night.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Bernard on May 21, 2013, 07:37:41 PM
Hurray! Porn!  :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Musette on May 21, 2013, 11:36:51 PM
Ooh, Anus Nin, very good!

By the way, it is easy to keep one's stockings on whilst removing knickers because knickers are worn over the suspenders, not under ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: lustfulgirl on Jun 20, 2013, 10:10:26 PM
On this hot summer evening, I make my way to the deserted shower block. The sun is setting, the air is warm and full of promises.
Forgetting the crowds, the music and the heat, I undress and walk in the shower. Losing myself in the water and its cooling sensation.

I'm out of the shower, dressed in clean clothes, impatient to rejoin the party. When I see you, looking at me, my body still damp, getting hotter from the intensity of your gaze. You keep on staring, all cropped hair, jeans and half rolled sleeves, arms crossed, your back leaning against the wall.

Your nonchalance is making me wet, I'm already hot, I suffocate. I need your cool skin to calm me down. You approach, I hold your stare. You kiss me hard, I grab you tight. My heart beats fast, your hand pushes down inside my shorts. You bite my breast, I quiver and come.

Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: enitharmon on Oct 11, 2013, 12:54:01 AM
Smut, first draft.  Please let me know if you enjoy this story.
------
PART I

Helen looked at her watch.  She'd been happy enough to go with David, her husband, to the Chamber of Commerce dinner at the town hall.  It was an excuse to get dressed up, and she didn't get many of those these days, she thought.  She wondered now if it had been a good idea to choose the  burgundy satin dress, the one with the spaghetti straps, cut low across her soft mounds of her breasts and flowing down to mid-calf.  As she picked at her rubber chicken the man sitting opposite kept trying to refill her wine glass as a pretext for leering down her cleavage.  She had to bite back the urge to make a scene for David's sake.  She had to keep an eye on him, too.  If he got drunk he'd want to be amorous when they got home, and then he'd fall asleep on top of her again and snore like a train.  She'd have to gently prise him off her so she could go and sleep in Natalie's room.  It was a good job her daughter was away at university.

And then there was that woman in charge of the catering.  Lisa, her name was, according to the tag pinned to the jacket of her immaculately tailored navy suit.  Helen couldn't work out just what it was about Lisa that got to her.  Something, perhaps, in the way she moved so efficiently amongst the tables, flirting with the men right in front of their wives.  Perhaps it was just the chestnut hair cut into an artlessly stylish bob that put her own mousy waves to shame.  Perhaps it was the way her crisp white blouse outlined small, pert breasts with a hint of...

No, she wasn't going to run with that thought.  Now the meal was over she wanted to go home, but the business people, how annoying that they were nearly all men, were mingling talking business.  Helen look around the hall, at the dull and dusty portraits of long-gone dignitaries (all men), at the stained-glass depicting scenes of long-gone local industry.  The town hall fascinated her.  From outside it was a gothic fantasy, part cathedral, part fairy-tale castle all spires and arches and turrets.  From inside she could never work out how you got to those turrets.  There must be hidden  doors and staircases, she thought.  If only she could find them and escape.

"Would you like me to show you round?"  Helen started from her reverie to find Lisa beside her, smiling.  Her lipstick, Helen thought, was so immaculately applied it might have been sprayed on by the car body workshop.  But it was Lisa's eyes that really grabbed her attention, now that she saw them close to.  They were blue, the deep blue of a Mediterranean sky, and they seemed to look right into her innermost thoughts.  Helen felt the blood rush into her cheeks, burning red as coals.  She knew now how Lisa held all these men in thrall, how they would do her bidding.  And she, Helen, hated her.  What if David...

"It's so boring isn't it," Lisa was saying.  "I saw you  looking at the windows and I thought you wanted rescuing.  It's a really interesting building, you know, but we don't use much of it any more.  Would you like a look around?"

Helen wanted to say, no, she was tired.  But she knew that she would do what Lisa wanted whether she wished to or not.  And when Lisa turned and headed towards the door she knew she would follow her wherever she went.  Lisa led the way up a stone staircase, along a corridor lined with offices, through a door and up another staircase.  Helen lost all sense of direction.  The corridors were dim and without windows.  They went through another door and into darkness.  From somewhere Lisa produced a torch.  They were climbing again, up and round, up and round.  They came to another door.  Lisa had a key. She unlocked it and pushed the door open, inviting Helen to pass in front of her.
Helen stepped into a tiny, round room.  A tall, narrow window let in the last of the low summer sun, turning the stone walls to flame where the rays struck them.  Through the window, far below, Helen saw the people walking about in Market Street.

"It's one of the corner turrets!" she said.

"My special place," said Lisa.  "Like it?  I don't think anybody else knows about it these days."

"It's wonderful!" said Helen.  "It's just like escaping into an old romance!"

"I thought you'd like it," said Lisa.  "I've been watching you all evening.  You know, you're beautiful,  easily the most attractive person in that room."

Helen froze, still leaning on the windowledge looking out.  She felt the blood burning in her cheeks again.  It wasn't possible.  Was it?  It was all a dream.  She felt the softest of touches on the back of her neck.  It was like a sudden jolt of electricity, jagging down her spine.  It left her paralysed, helpless.

"And I love that dress," said Lisa.  "I'd just love to peel it off you!"

PART II follows
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: enitharmon on Oct 11, 2013, 12:55:04 AM
PART II

Helen felt something, the back of a manicured thumbnail, sliding slowly down the middle of her back, through the silk of her dress.  A thousand sparks fizzed through her body.   They all seemed to be heading for her cunt.  She knew her cunt was oozing with juice, soaking her knickers.  She leaned further forward over the window ledge, seeing the couples on the street below even as she thrust her buttocks backwards.  She began to moan softly.
Helen felt something, the back of a manicured thumbnail, sliding slowly down the middle of her back, through the silk of her dress.  A thousand sparks fizzed through her body.   They all seemed to be heading for her cunt.  She knew her cunt was oozing with juice, soaking her knickers.  She leaned further forward over the window ledge, seeing the couples on the street below even as she thrust her buttocks backwards.  She began to moan softly.

"I fancy you like mad, Helen".  said Lisa.  "I fancied you the moment I saw you walk in.  Ever been fucked by a women before?"

Helen felt delicate fingers working their way up the back of her legs, up her thighs, up her buttocks, taking the hem of her skirt with them.  She tried to speak but no sound would come from her lips.  She shook her head.

"Would you like me to fuck you?" said Lisa. 

Helen felt her tights and knickers being peeled back, over her buttocks, down her thighs.  She was panting now.  "Yes," she whimpered.  "Yes.  Fuck me.  Fuck me Lisa."   Lisa's probing fingers found Helen's cunt lips, circled round the hot flesh, slid into the crack, effortlessly slipping, finding Helen's clitoris, rubbing gently, oh so gently.  Helen jerked as the spasm rocked through her.  She started to cry out but Lisa's hand stifled her moans.

"Shhh!" said Lisa.  "Turn round."

Helen raised herself and turned.  Lisa's deep blue eyes looked straight into her mind.  She leaned forward, puckering her lips as she offered them to Lisa's waiting mouth, the scarlet lips parted ready to accept them.  They met softly, wetly, Helen's tongue pushing into Lisa's sweet mouth, wrestling with Lisa's sweet tongue.  Lisa's hands slipped the spaghetti straps from Helen's shoulders, peeling the slippery satin down to Helen's waist.  Helen worked her way down the buttons of Lisa's blouse, until the white silk parted to reveal Lisa's breasts, firm like two apples with velvety flesh which Helen's fingers stroked, teasing the hard plum-coloured nipples that stood proud.

Helen felt the clasp of her bra parting behind her back, allowing her own big, heavy breasts to tumble free.  She felt Lisa's mouth break away from the kiss and start to move down Helen's body, planting kisses on her throat, her bear shoulders,  Lisa lifted Helen's right breast and traced circles around the wide brown areolae with her tongue, spiraling slowly inwards towards the nipple, taking the nipple between her lips, into her mouth, suckling as Natalie had so many years before, making Helen moan in ecstasy, making her push her fingers through Lisa's soft hair, pulling Lisa's head into her body, digging her fingers in as the first ripples of delight shuddered through her.

And Lisa's lips left Helen's breast, replaced by the touch Lisa's fingers as Lisa's lips moved ever downwards, pausing to probe and explore Helen's navel, down and down into the wiry bush of hair that surrounded Helen's cunt lips.  And then Lisa's lips were sucking on Helen's fat luscious lips, dripping with cunt juice, and Lisa's tongue was pushing its way deep into Helen's sopping wet cunt so that Helen gasped and panted and whimpered "fuck me Lisa, fuck me fuck me fuck fuck yes, FUCK ME!".  Lisa took her tongue from Helen's cunt and teased and flickered Helen's clit with it, and Helen pushed two fingers into Helen's wet, slippery cunt hole, and then a third and then a fourth, and slid the fingers back and forth, back and forth while Helen thrust with her hips again and again against Lisa's face, against Lisa's thrusting fingers, the fingers that were fucking her so precisely, so expertly, so completely unlike the way David had ever fucked her, and Helen moand and Helen whimpered, and as the first wave of her orgasm broke Helen cried out, "oh, Oh, OOOOOOH!" and then the tide was in full spate and wave after wave washed over her and she jerked and cried out, "Fuck, fuck, yes fuck me YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS!" until she felt she was going to die and she wanted it to stop and she wanted it to go on for ever and ever.

* * *

Afterwards, Helen and Lisa lay together on an old mattress on the turret room floor, their arms locked around each other.  It was dark, except for the orange glow of the streetlights.  It was quiet outside, except for the distant shouts of some lads making their drunken way home from the pub.  Helen had no idea what time it was.  Her watch was the only thing she was wearing now.  Her burgundy dress was in a heap on the floor somewhere, entangled with Lisa's navy suit and silk blouse. 

"I'd better go home," Helen said, in a whisper.

"Do you want to go home?" said Lisa.

The silence was complete, all-enveloping.  And Helen knew that, wherever she went from here, she wouldn't go home.  Not ever.  And it didn't need words.

"Then fuck me again," said Lisa.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzB on Oct 11, 2013, 01:18:16 AM
That is really very accomplished, enitharmon! I really like the clever arc and the little hints you give (but not too many) about Helen in part 1.

There is a very big repeat in part 2 which you need to cut out, and some tiny edits which I'm sure will be obvious if you read it again.

I think you could be a bit more exact in the actual sex scene if you wanted to be, and perhaps add in another one or two details of the act itself - it has enough momentum to allow a little more deviation if you know what I mean.

Also, if you wanted, I think you could tease the reader with a tiny exchange, or a little bit of history, between the two women in part 1.

But really, it's very good. Definitely publishable I would say, in the right place.

Thank you! More to follow? Hope so.

Oh and sorry, I've just realised that you didn't ask for feedback! I hope it's ok to give it.

And in answer to the thing you did ask, I enjoyed it very much.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: enitharmon on Oct 11, 2013, 09:45:51 AM
Thanks, MzB!  I enjoyed writing it once I got going and I'm sure there will be more  8)

I've removed the repeat, that was simply me having trouble posting, with the word limit on posts.  I might leave it for a day or two now (maybe working on another story?) and then have another look, revise it, embellish it – I'd really like to bring in more of the senses, tates, smell etc.  Perhaps eventually there's a longer piece there.

I don't mind feedback, really I don't, and even if I didn't specifically ask for it I'd welcome more of it!

Meanwhile, let's see what inspiration the weekend brings.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: hellohowareyoutoday on Oct 13, 2013, 10:36:38 PM
Good stuff, enitharmon.  8)
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Post by: Blythe on Oct 13, 2013, 11:07:21 PM
Ten out of ten !!
Fabulous !!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: enitharmon on Oct 14, 2013, 03:41:13 PM
Thanks for the feedback!  I feel distinctly encouraged, so watch this space.  Only problem might be finding the time – suddenly I'm in a relationship and bouncing around like a teenager, I'm sure you know how it is ;) :D ;D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: dukovearl on Oct 14, 2013, 07:16:21 PM
Well done. Writing porn is famously good at bringing on relationships, you know  ;D


But then you have to stop for a while, because the relationship keeps you busy in that department.
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: MzB on Oct 14, 2013, 07:44:56 PM
Or inspires you!
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Post by: Lobo on Nov 22, 2013, 07:43:53 PM
(*0*)....... (*w*)...... thats some good stuff you written right there enitharmon. Two smily faces :) :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: AnneA on Dec 27, 2013, 04:31:57 AM
She placed my coffee on the table, from behind my sunglasses she couldn't see me stare blatantly. My heart always skips a beat but she would not see that either. Thank God.

Her black v neck shirt exposing her slender neck and collar bone as she leaned down, drawing my eyes lower still to the tattoo across the top of her chest. I could only see three letters HOP, their graceful scrawl..enticing. I wanted to trace the letters with my fingertips. My hand twitching slightly as though was going to reach out of its own accord.

She smiled briefly and walked away back toward the bar. Why oh why can't I get this girl out of my head? I closed my eyes behind the safety of my sunglasses and breathed deeply. I sipped my coffee, strong and hot, neglecting the pages of my book blowing in the breeze. I watched my waitress, serving behind the bar. Laughing easily with the patrons, her body moving fluidly. Every stretch, turn and slight movement intoxicating. I could see her muscles in her arm flex as she passed a drink to someone. Oh it has been way too long....She came back to collect my cup. "Can I get you anything else?" She asked her voice, low and gravelly.
I wanted to scream "Yes, yes you.
I watched as she subconsciously licked her lips to moisten them....
My own excitement making it difficult to say a word, eventually I mutter "No thanks"

What am I doing..... I grab my stuff and head to the bathroom. The cold water calms and allows me to gather myself. I promised it would stop, just having sex, hurting people. I promised myself I wouldn't do it to anyone else. Broken hearts are the worst.

My thoughts gathered, my resolved renewed. I went to leave. I had not noticed anyone come in. There was my waitress...her chocolate coloureds eyes staring straight into me....

"Do you think I don't see you watching me?" She asked
"I notice you every time you come in..your short hair, full lips and broad shoulders!"
I watched her face, watched her lips, heard her breathing....Devine.
She went to start to say something else...in two strides I had covered the distance between us placing my finger gently against her lips to quiet her. Her swallow deep.
I pushed her back against the bathroom door...pressing hard against her.
I crash into her mouth and swallow her small gasp, I my tongue chasing hers, her surprise is gone and raw need has us both. Our mouths smashing together, hands everywhere and no where all at once.
I pulled away to take a breath, we both needed it. I replaced the hard kisses with feather wisps nearly touching, licking her teeth and lips, each time she tried to kiss me hard I held her back.
My hand snaked up her black top, I grazed over her small breast, her hard nipple begging. I needed to see her.
I stood back enough to undress her. I lifted the shirt up and off letting my fingers drag against her skin along the way. I dropped it on the floor. Next I unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off, how delicious she had no underwear on and her short dark hair glistened. I slipped her pants off over shoes at the same time.  I stood holding her hands whiled I took in her naked body. she was fucking Devine. I ran my fingers across the words "Strength, Hope and Love" I kissed and licked her slowly devouring her as I made my way to to her nipple, squeezing it firmly in my teeth, my own desire unleashing. My hand slid down her belly across her damp hair and found her clit. Her head hit the back of the door and she cried out. I stopped briefly to undress and slipped straight back into her first one then two fingers, fucking her slowly then fast then slow, building. I straddled her leg and she moaned loudly looking at me, when she felt how wet I was she began to push against my hand, I moved myself back and forward in rhythm fucking her smooth thigh. We both came. Long deep and loud. We stood wet and sweaty against one another. I slowly slipped my fingers out. I stood back once more drinking in her body. I couldn't help myself I cleaned my fingers licking and sucking her juices off of them. My Devine waitress just watched mouth opened slightly.
It was time for us to get dressed once more.

"Are you going to say anything?" She enquired

I gave her a very gentle kiss and said

"I'll see you tomorrow"
"Is that it, no name no chat nothing?"

I moved close again and kissed her deep and hard

"Words are overrated"
With that I left knowing now she was truly my waitress. May just this once more I told myself
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Blythe on Dec 27, 2013, 04:26:08 PM
I bet that wasn't a Starbucks.


Well done, AA !!
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: AnneA on Dec 27, 2013, 11:03:32 PM
I bet that wasn't a Starbucks.

Nope Not a Starbucks....There is a beautiful old beachside pub in Adelaide. Always good for coffee  ;D 
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: magical100 on Jan 04, 2014, 07:43:32 PM
Hope you left her a considerable tip ;)
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Post by: Groke on Feb 05, 2015, 09:34:45 PM
Vault porn has got its mojo back!
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Post by: scouser on Feb 05, 2015, 09:46:20 PM
  ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Jean_Po_o_le on Mar 12, 2015, 05:27:37 PM
"Quiet," you tell me as I start to gasp with anticipation. Your breath feels hot against my neck, your hands firm, your grip steady. I look you in the eye. Why did I come here? The bravado I had earlier in the evening is beginning to falter. In your presence I feel weak. Bare. My pretences have gone. I can't give the illusion of calm any longer. I look away, down at the floor, struggling to catch my breath. Your hand grasps my chin and you force me to look back. "Ask me," you command... but I can barely speak. Your gaze is persistent, and a million thoughts are running through my head. I'd come along with a friend, just to chat, not for this. But then something inside me had driven me to explore and I'd come across you... you in that back room, hidden away from all the rest. There was something about you, something powerful, something I'd felt earlier in the evening when your arm had brushed mine and I'd felt like I was falling through the floor. I'd dismissed it then, but there was no denying it now.
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Post by: scouser on Mar 13, 2015, 12:30:31 AM
So what happened next Jean, I'm intoxicated with suspense! ;)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: scouser on Mar 13, 2015, 08:19:34 AM
So what happened next Jean, I'm intoxicated with suspense! ;)
Removed : due to reasons of national security! :D
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Jean_Po_o_le on Mar 14, 2015, 12:14:30 PM
scouser, why did you take yours down? I hadn't read it properly, spoilsport! :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: plaiting fog on Jan 01, 2016, 10:07:13 PM
I looked away from her, squinting into a haze of sunlight from the window. "Yes."

"Don't be. Please."

I didn't know what to say.

You can't simply tell someone not to be embarrassed.

You either are or you aren't.

I most decidedly was.

Ava spoke again, "The first year or so after I broke into the business, I worked in a bullpen. I was the only colored person and the only female. No one ever treated me badly, but I never quite fit in either. It's like they handled me with kid gloves... as if they were afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing."

"When I started getting enough steady assignments of my own, it made sense to freelance. So, I rented this apartment and set it up as a studio. Freelancing is lonely work, though. It seems like the only time I ever had any human contact is when I went in to pick up scripts and drop off art."

"Eventually," Ava went on, "the workload became too much for me to handle on my own. I hired an assistant who was recommended to me by one of my editors. He was a disaster. He was competent enough, I suppose, but it quickly became apparent that he resented working for a female, especially a female who was also a negro. So, that only lasted about three months before he hightailed it out of here."

"My second assistant came to me the same way you did, by way of Paul, your teacher, Mr. Dylan. Paul and I went to school together and got to be good friends. I don't know if you know this, but Paul is a pretty good comic book artist himself. Paul's problem, though, was he couldn't hack the deadlines. He was just too slow to make a decent living at it. So, he turned to teaching instead."

"Well, anyway, Geoff, the fellow Paul sent me, worked out just fine. He learned quickly and was a hard worker."

Ava got out of bed, stood on tip-toe and raised her arms upward in a back-arching stretch, groaning with the effort. She had on no sexy lingerie - just plain, flannel pajamas, and yet they did little to conceal the undeniably feminine figure beneath.

"Geoff was with me for two years. Being a painfully shy fellow, he didn't provide much in the way of companionship, but he did get the job done - and done well." Ava crossed the room to where I was. Putting her hands on my shoulders, she looked into my eyes with a disconcerting directness. "After a while, though, I ran into the same problem with Geoff that I expect I'll have with you before long."

"Problem? What's wrong?"

Ava chuckled and, with a surprisingly intimate gesture, she placed her hand on the side of my face. "Talent, hon," she chuckled again. "You're too capable to remain an apprentice for very long. I'm pretty sure you're ready to handle assignments of your own right now. I just wanted to ease you into it so the transition wouldn't be too jarring. When you're starting out on your own, those tight deadlines can be panic inducing. I figured it would be easier if you first encountered that while you're still here, so that I can provide backup in case you get into a jam."

"While I'm still here?" I repeated stupidly. "Does that mean... " I felt a physical pang at the thought that I might be leaving soon. I'd been so happy with our arrangement... so fond of Ava...

"We'll talk about that later. I seem to have wandered from my initial point, though, which was how much I've enjoyed having you here. As I said before, freelancing is lonesome work. I used to spend some of my spare time with Paul. He never seemed to give a damn about my color and he was a lot of fun to be around. Smart, funny, thoughtful. But after he got married, it became clear that his wife wasn't crazy about him spending so much time with another female."

"I'd actually gotten used to being on my own, again," Ava continued, "until you got here." She absent-mindedly brushed my hair back behind my ear with her fingers. "I'd become so wrapped up in my work, that I hadn't realized how lonely I was."

"I don't mean to harp on this and I hope I don't sound whiny, but when you're a negro working in a business where everyone else is white, you're always wondering where you stand... how you fit in. Sometimes it's just a feeling in the back of your mind, other times it's very much in the forefront of your thoughts. Unfortunately, to some degree, you're gonna find this out first hand. You may not be colored, but you are a woman, and the old boy's club doesn't exactly roll out the red carpet for females either."

"Since you've been here, that's all kinda faded into the background. It's been such a relief to be with someone who was at ease with me and with whom I could let my hair down too. If I haven't properly said thank you for being such a good friend, shame on me. But, I'm telling you now, it is very much appreciated."

I was momentarily at a loss for words. It was such an open, generous thing to say. How do you respond to that?

Before I could answer, Ava laughed, "That's my rambling, windy way of saying I don't give a damn about your fear of thunderstorms and don't you dare to be embarrassed on my account."

She took me in her arms and squeezed me tight. Her soft chuckle was in my ear, "You think you're the only one with fears? Get in line, sister. Get in line."

I pulled away so that I could look Ava in the eye when I asked, "Speaking of fears, what was that you said earlier about handling assignments of my own? Are you already plotting my departure?"

"Come with me." Ava took my hand and led me from her bedroom into the studio. She opened the top draw of her taboret, withdrew a stapled sheaf of papers and handed them to me, saying, "It's yours if you want it."

'It' was a script for an 8-page western comic book story.

"What do you mean, it's mine?" I wondered aloud.

"The full job... pencils, inks and letters... I think you're ready to leave the nest and fly on your own. What do you think?"

A shiver of excitement flitted through me. "I'm pretty sure I can do it, but what about you? I mean, I don't think I can get this done at the same time as I'm assisting you."

Ava's face lit with one of those luminous smiles. "If things play out the way I hope they do, I won't be needing an assistant anymore."

My excitement quickly transmogrified into a dizzying brew of fear and disappointment. This must have been evident from my expression, because Ava hurriedly assured me, "No, no, I'm definitely not trying to get rid of you. Quite the opposite."

"Here," Ava pulled her chair back from her drawing table and gestured toward it, "why don't you have a seat while I see if I can't explain my harebrained scheme. Keep in mind," she cautioned with a wag of her forefinger, "this whole thing is dependent upon a number of 'ifs'. Ready?"

I nodded my assent.

Did this die here? I was very much enjoying it and looking forward to hearing about the proposal.... ??? :)
I realise it's some years ago. Still; would love to know what happened next...
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Rainbow72 on Jan 15, 2016, 01:54:21 AM
I wrote a story once upon a time and won the competition ...it's available as a short story on amazon but I could make it free for a weekend and post the link here if anyone is interested
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: Saga N on Jan 15, 2016, 09:31:50 PM
I bet people would be!  :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: scouser on Mar 19, 2016, 11:31:47 PM
I wrote a story once upon a time and won the competition ...it's available as a short story on amazon but I could make it free for a weekend and post the link here if anyone is interested
I am.  :)
Title: Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
Post by: scouser on Mar 12, 2018, 03:50:29 AM
"The Bed and Breakfast!"

The B&b is where you were stuck with me,
We fucked, we kissed, we loved, we licked,
The weather outside was cold but inside..so bold!
That night, that day, where we both did 'Lay'!
Got I wanted for another day!
Feeling like my head touch the ceiling, just you and me, believing.

That day, that night, no crossed words, no fight.
But to be honest and true, from me, to you, I could have, I would have, you know it was true.
I love you my Nicky, I love you it's true,
Still so tricky, still so you!

The garden I keep so deep in my psyche, the thoughts of torment, they haunt me nightly!
Looking forward to love, awaiting the pain, waiting to slave in your house is MY gain!
Xxxxxx
Happy Mother's Day my sweet! Xxx