Round 17... and I'm late again

[Tricia]

Sorry I'm late...
I was on a date with Christmas future... he really is a sexy one...
almost as sexy as HIM... and Diva... The winners of our last round.


They have given us the words for the next round...

[glow=red,2,300]HIM[/glow]
aberrant
lascivious
reverie


[glow=red,2,300]DIVA[/glow]
inane
swindle
orgasm

These two sickos DO think alike don't they?
Weird.

Okay you have til Wednesday the 22nd...
no rules... no theme... no stupid word counter...
so go write your hearts out!

[Tricia]

Don't you just LOVE my new dress?
heehee

[sidra]

nice dress. so, you're santa's little helper, eh? wonder what kinds of things you help him out with in THAT outfit... lots of bending over and picking things up i'd imagine...

[RedneckDiva]

You make it sound like a bad thing that HIM and I think alike! I think we're rather brilliant - although sickly brilliant or even brilliantly sick... Anyway, think of what the two of us can accomplish together! TOTAL WORLD DOMINATION or at least some kinky shit with a tiara and a bouquet of roses. For starters at least.


And Wenchie Poo, I put "orgasm" in the word list mainly for you and me - seems we're the ones writing the dirty sex stories around here. *wink*

[sidra who is el sid]

uh... so... there's... uh... it's... kinda empty in here...

um, so, yeah, i've been kinda busy (doing other things) and i was wondering... we... we don't HAVE to have the story in now do we? because honestly i haven't written a bit of it. no time. can we maybe have until after christmas?

i am very weak this time of year. the good feelings and holiday cheer suck the evilness out of me... i need new years to get me all good and evil inside again.

[RedneckDiva]

Being the spineless lemming that I am, I'm going to totally agree with Sid on this one. I was going to write in today myself and ask if we could postpone, but then I got kind of afraid of Tricia and all, what with her underwear and all - it's rather intimidating!

So if my vote counts for anything, I vote we postpone till after the holidays!

[Tricia]

Oh Holiday Schmoliday!

If I can get in my story, you can get in yours!

Oh wait... I didn't get in my story....


Alrighty then...
I think we need an extension!

I have a lot of fruitcake to eat so let's say...

Jan 5th?

I just don't want anybody drinking and writing over the New Year. That could be disastrous!


Happy Holidays to you all!


got that from the Wench
thanks!

[ThatWickedWench]

Oh I just love extensions... ladders, stories, penises.... ACK! Did I say that outloud??? I think I did.. sorry I have been rather nonexistent around here..
Thank you Diva, for submitting my favorite word this round, now that we have until NEXT year to get our stories in, I might be submitting a novel!
Hmmm now where was that first draft I started writing back when this list posted originally?.....

****SmOOcH****

[jenn]

Oh all right I'll go first!

JS1


Tom watched her as she moved around the poll. Her every LASCIVIOUS move caused him ABERRANT thoughts; thoughts of how he could SWINDLE the stocking from her soft supple skin, gliding his fingers down her leg. He felt trapped in a REVERIE of illicit thought. He knew he should not let them out, in his mind alone, he was safe, but as her tits jiggled before him, the pinks of her nipples inches from his mouth, Tom knew he had to have her. The pain of waiting for weeks had done enough damage to his soul. The INANE mumbling of the man next to him nearly drove him over the edge. He wanted to crush the pudgy little man, he wanted to see the blood run from his eye sockets and spill to the floor. He got up and walked toward the exit, as the song ended signaling the end of her set. Tom knew she would be leaving the club; she always left after her last number. It was to risky to approach her in the small crowd, the last thing he needed was anyone being able to place him with her.

Tom exited the strip club and made his way to the back parking lot. He opened the passenger door to her car, and without even a glance around to see who might be watching he climbed in. He did not wait long within 5 minutes she slid into the driver’s seat.

“Hey, you scared me.” She said.
“You should lock your car doors.” He smiled, hoping she was one of those girls that liked to take a customer home for a little extra cash. He extended a wad of one hundred dollar bills toward her.
“I am not that kind of girl mister, maybe you should try Ali she does that.” Damn his luck he would have to get rough with her, and he did not want to scare her before it was time, he added a few more bills to the stack.
“A quick thousand buck? I promise I will wear a condom.” She eyed the money hungrily.
“Man that is a lot of money. Just what do I have to do for it?” she asked.
“Just spend 2 hours with me. We will talk, drink some wine, and then I will pleasure every inch of your body.” He did not lie that was part of his game.
“And then I get a grand?”<br>“Yep”<br>“Where do you want to go?”<br>“Your place.”<br>
She started the car, only hesitating a moment, and drove to her house. He quickly produced a bottle of expensive wine, and asked her to get the glasses. They spent some time talking, and the more they talked the more aroused Tom became. He loved this game he loved knowing his victims. He plied her with wine until he was ready to make his move. He inched toward her mouth, wondering if she would fight him. He did not want her to fight him. She responded with her tongue, tasting the wine on his lips. His hand moved up her shirt and cupped her breast; he felt the nipple grow taunt against his probing fingers.
“Take off your clothes for me.” She quickly disrobed. “Not the stockings leave them.” She stood naked before him. He stood and took her hand in his leading her to the bed across the room. He gently nudged her down, took her mouth in his and kissed her longingly. His mouth moved down her neck slowly leaving a hot trail from her ear lobe to her nipple. He took it in his mouth and teased it with his tongue and teeth, as his hands slipped lower to the top of her hairline. His fingers entangled her pubic hair and slowly traced the folds, never going between them, as his mouth blazed another trail to the adjacent nipple. She let go a throaty moan, and he let his finger glide between her lips, barely stroking her clit. He was a master at prolonging both their pleasures, and he knew she wanted him. The slick wetness where his finger worked was all the proof he needed. His mouth left her breast and his head sank lower until his tongue replaced his finger with more pressure. Her hips surged toward his waiting mouth as his tongue worked her clit; he stroked her opening, not yet wanting to plunge into her depths. He moved his other hand around to her anus and began stroking it as well. She bucked her hips forward urging him to enter her. He placed one finger deep into her as he stroked her ass with the other. He could feel her muscles began to tighten as he crooked his finger in her, he slide his other finger into the opposite opening, sucked her clit into his mouth and she screamed with the pleasure. He disengaged his fingers as the waves began to subside. He got up and went to the bathroom, turned on the shower and called her to him.

He instructed her to wash every inch of herself with soap, which she found a little strange, but she obliged. He informed her to put the stocking back on and come to the bed when she was done. When she returned to the bed, he positioned her on her knees doggie style. He then stroked her thighs as he stood behind her. He guided the stocking off just the way he had done it in his mind earlier. Tom unfastened his pants, kneeled behind her, rubbing his erect penis against her soft skin. He knew he could not endure much more. He grabbed the stocking wrapped them around her neck and held tight until her body struggled no longer. He placed a condom on his rigid penis and entered her. He knew it would not take longer than two or three strokes before he reached ORGASM.

He removed the spent condom careful not to spill any of its contents. Tom moved to the kitchen mentally noting each item he touched, and found a plastic bag, in which he placed the condom, the wine glasses, and later the rag he used to wipe down everything with a trace of fingerprint. He left the house and never looked back.

[ThatWickedWench]

Wench1

Riley had been sitting in the hard plastic chair long enough for her left foot to fall asleep. She crossed and uncrossed her lengthy cheerleader’s legs as pins and needles began to set in. Her ass really hurt. She was ill with the pungent odor of the sterile atmosphere she’d been inhaling. Her tummy growled an empty complaint and Riley stole a glance at the waiting room clock. If they had called her back at her scheduled appointment time, she might have had time to spare for a quick bite of lunch- but no such luck today.
Turning back to the book she’d been reading, Riley then noticed the only other person in the room with her, an old man, bespeckled with liver spots. He was dressed in a dinghy brown salesman suit and must have smelled of mothballs and dust. He’d probably come into the room while Riley was lost in reverie, reading her book.
Well, she noticed him now, almost drooling lasciviously as he drank in her shapely young form. It was sick how it didn’t phase him when she caught his eye. He simply continued gawking. Riley was accustomed to being watched by men, but this particular man’s aberrant attention was starting to freak her out. Agitated, she coughed loudly, and decided to swindle the geezer out of his peep show by crossing her arms over her breasts. Okay, so her sweater had grown a bit snug the past week or so, but that didn’t give the fucker an excuse to stare a hole in her tits.
Riley may have been blessed (or cursed) with the body of a centerfold sex queen, but her biggest gift was most definitely her mind. She was the top of her class, President of the student government, head cheerleader and was a shoe-in for Valedictorian. She left some big shoes to fill for next year’s top students. Riley’s ambition to succeed in everything she did was the driving force that won her a full ride to the college of her choice. She’d chosen Princeton and they’d welcomed her with open arms already, early admission as well.
Her future education was a distant blur at the moment, however. The waiting room clock ticked a tone of dreadful monotony. Riley really needed to pee- if she went before her exam, she’d not have anything left for the doctor’s cup. Damn these pre-entrance physicals.
Another excruciating ten minutes crept by and the dirty old guy ambled into the bathroom. Well, that was the deciding factor that kept Riley OUT of the bathroom- it was single sex and she didn’t want any of that old man’s funk on her. She sighed and uncrossed and crossed her legs again attempting to suppress the urge a few minutes longer as well as get the feeling back in her ass. An unexpected thought caused her to blush suddenly and an inane giggle escaped her lips. That old fart was probably in there jacking off... Riley’s blue cashmere sweater hugged her curves just right and provided him with masturbation material for days more than likely. She wondered if his old dick even got hard anymore.
Sex was one of Riley’s favorite recreational activities and she found herself thinking about it a lot in her spare time. She considered herself to be a responsible person for her age, and so far had always made sure that a condom was used whenever she did have sex. Just last month, Dean, Riley’s boyfriend, had succeeded in giving her the first set of multiple orgasms she’d ever experienced.
Riley kind of tingled all over as she thought about that day...although they had a bit of a scare immediately following. Riley had been a bit freaked out when her orgasm caused her muscles to contract violently and gripped Dean’s cock just tightly enough for the condom to come off halfway inside her. He calmed her down, retrieved it and helped clean her up, assuring Riley that none of his cum had been lost in her. And with that discovery, they had celebrated with another round. Yes, Riley had a true appetite for sex.
“Riley Sloan.” A busty, roly-poly nurse had opened the door marked ‘Staff Only’. Riley rose too fast to her feet and was suddenly overcome with nausea that passed almost as quickly as it had appeared.
Little did Riley expect, but she was more full of life than ever before. How devastating that the tiny fetus that she was about to discover was growing inside her would not only be a miracle of life, yet also the inevitable downfall of her youthful pride and promising future.

[sidra]

um... is it the fifth already?...

well, i have a story started and plotted out, but it's been one big drama after another ever since christmas, i swear. i haven't had a chance to work on it until now. i'll try to get it in but if i post it a leeetle bit late would that be bad?...

maybe since we have only two fantastic stories so far y'all won't mind waiting for mine? yes?

[RedneckDiva]

Anyone mind waiting on mine, too? Same as Sid, I've got the story all lined out, just haven't officially written it yet. Tonight I should get it written and submitted if that's okay with everyone!

[Tricia]

Me three!

I am writing as fast as I can!

[ThatWickedWench]

OMG Tricia, another extension? And YOU asking for one too? Wow, I was under the idiotic impression that we were supposed to implore for extensions TO you not grant them... however seeing as I am one of the ones who got it in by the fifth I will step up to the plate and allow everyone an extension until Saturday at midnight.
Now I am going to crawl back under my rock so that Tricia does not beat me bloody for taking charge of her extension granting powers.
Wait, I could use a good beating. Bring it on, oh Queen of the Skimpy Underwear, bring it on.
*GRiN*

[sidra]

okay, here it comes... you thought you'd get me to write a sex story with that there "orgasm" word... well, i shewed yooou!