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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #360 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.   


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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #361 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
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« Reply #362 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.
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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #363 on: May 19, 2013, 04:15:56 AM »
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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.

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #364 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.
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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #365 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.

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #366 on: May 20, 2013, 08:54:13 AM »
Fabulous Anus Nin !




Looking forward to chapter 2.
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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #367 on: May 21, 2013, 12:37:46 AM »
Moar!  :D

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #368 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.

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #369 on: May 21, 2013, 08:22:35 AM »
@MistressDreaming - I bow to a skill far greater than my own. Wow.
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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #370 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

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« Reply #371 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.

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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #372 on: May 21, 2013, 07:37:41 PM »
Hurray! Porn!  :D
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Re: The Vault Porn Writers' Guild
« Reply #373 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 ;)
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« Reply #374 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.