Writers Duel!! Are you up for it?

[SexxyButchDaddy]

here goes

I lay here in the comforts of my bed unable to yet quite fall asleep. It seems as though the sandwoman has not yet come to visit me. So against my efforts but for the comfort of my readers I write.

I close my eyes and I'm drawn to her, my breath is only for her. When I find myself awake on these cold nights the thoughts of me pleaseing my wife are the things that seem to keep me content.You are probably wondering to yourselves like any normal daddies or femmes or even those of you that are like me. Why not just ravish her and take what I want and what I crave to feel in my mouth, on my tongue, dripping down my face. The truth be told that I'm not sure quite now
if my baby would enjoy that all so much and in some sense its
my respect for my wife that I so do hold honestly too passionately next to my heart. With much respect for my wife I wait for her to grant me the permission to dominate her or to take her when I crave her the most. Only when permission is granted can I honestly show her what it is that i wish to do.

There have been times that I have said to her in the heat of the moment " Do you like it when I fuck you like
this or? , Who's pussy is this? and then there are the times when I think them inside of my head only wishing that i could say them to her, but she is not one
I see much into the role playing and even so on some extent of my life and who I feel myself to be, it's
not even role playing but it is a part of my life. A life I wish to take her into but only if she wishes to souly submitt to such a thing.

I am very versatile, not really because even when she is fucking me i still feel that I am in control of what is going on around me.It is this control that sends me over the edge on being more than just a daddy. On wanting to be more than just her wife or her lover. Master and slave is not even close to the concept that runs through my brain it is more complex than that.

In some ways I can not even begin to explain the
concepts that have been soaring through my brain since I was little. I have always been this way, but from time to time I feel myself wanting to release it more and more. These concepts are what no one has ever been able to grasp and that's what makes me me and so much more.

Always something new behind a newly formulated door.

I am not butch. Never to be femme. A fluid that runs through my veins is the closest I can come to it to try and explain. Female biologically only. Man never, I am KRIS, I am more than a woman and more than a man.
Unique to the fullest tee, a rarity amongst all species in this place that we forsake to be a society.

I close my eyes
and I see her before me. So innocent she seems and this innocence drives me crazy, and the fact that when I reach out to touch her I can not drives me over the edges of insanity. So I watch her teasing me as she pleases herself.

Her hand slowly slides down between her legs, rubbing over her mound and toying with her delectible clit. It throbs to her touch, I exhale and she hears me but she does not acknowledge that I am there. Yet she continues to rub her clit gentle between her fingers. Grabbing her mound with her hand and saying outloud " Who does it belong to Daddy?" , You want to touch her don't you daddy? Do you want to feel her aching for your touch? Do you want her craving for you to kiss her with your moist and gentle lips? Do you want to feel her thrusting against your face as your tongue dives in and out of her mouth? To feel her shake as you take her on a ride she has thought to have experienced but this ride has new turns? Well daddy? What are you waiting for?

And then she looks at me with the innocence in her eyes and tells me I love you too daddy. She toys with me and she knows exactly what it does to me. That right there is the
thing that turns me on even more and more. And she knows what she is doing to me and that makes the moisture creep down from between her thighs.

so she turns her back towards me and arches herself. On her knees she lies and I can see her cat waiting to
be petted. Her fingers trace the intricated outlines of her lips and the spots that I love to kiss the most and she draws me into her even though I'm still not allowed to touch.

She calls out to me....Daddy what's wrong? Why are you breathing so heavily? Are you okay daddy?
Why won't you touch me Daddy? You know I want to feel my clit
grinding on your tongue. You know I want to to slide back and forth across your tongue as you flick across my clit and down my slit and back up again. Daddy Please don't make me beg! I want to feel you penetrating me soft and gently with your tongue, with your fingers, and then faster with your rock hard cock. I want to take you into me hard daddy... please daddy fuck me.
Her fingers slid in one
at
a time sliding in slowly and moving faster as she rocks back and forth.

she spreads herself open for me. But I'm not allowed to touch let alone enter.

Daddy, pull my hair harder! Daddy I love it when you smack my ass! I know I've been a naughty girl and I need to be disciplined, there are no excuses for what I'm putting you through.

And i know that you are enjoying your little game.
You walk over towards me and lean down and whisper into my ear. Come here daddy, I want to show you something. I promise you will enjoy it. So I follow I always do.

You tell me to sit on the couch like a good boy and I obey. You get down on your knees as you tell me to spread them. I resist thinking to myself that this is not part of the game. But nothing ever is. You slid your finger beneath the strap and feel my clit throbbing to your touch. You slid your hand down between my thighs and feel moisture spillin out. My head falls backwards as i feel your tongue slightyly toying with the tip of my clit. I close my eyes and think oh my fuckin god. Rock hard it swells. Then you nestle the strap back into place. Then you look up at me so innocently and ask " Does it feel good daddy, Do you want to fuck me is that why you're so hard beneath my touch? And i don't respond.

Your tongue flicks across the tip of my cock.Inch by inch you take me into your mouth.Still no response.
Then you stop with your left hand you slide up and down my shaft, and when you reach the base you push it against my clit. Your right hands glides beneath the strap and yours fingers slide in one by one. Slow inside and then out.Your mouth encircles my hard cock up and down, your fingers thrust hard and fast inside of me. Harder and faster, harder and faster until I feel I'm about to cum and then you stop.

I grunt. Then you saddle me grinding your soaking wet mound against my cock, but not allowing youself to be penetrated. Rocking against me.Your hands reach behind you and plant themselves on my legs and you bounce against me.I can't resist and somehow I manage to bite your neck knowing that that is one of your many hot spots. and you look at me with disapproval. I know I have just fucked up....but in a sense it was worth it and then i think well maybe not.

You push me inside of you but yet you don't move and i'm not allowed. and then slowly you rock against me.I want to thrust inside of you hard but you pin me from doing so. Pulling me out and thrustin me in.I'm not allowed to join. And when I feel you are in fact about to cum you stop. A tear falls down your face , you lean down and kiss me on the lips and whisper in my ear " permission not granted" I'm not allowed to fuck you, and then I respond " permission not granted" You're not allowed to cum.

[insuya]

I am hoping that I am staying true to the theme; it is puppy love is it not?

She stairs at the numbers bound in the cycle of the of clock,

Lulled in a quiet memory, she travels forward to go back

To a time where she first set her sights upon the body on floor,

A silence motion crawled up and dug its way into the corners of her mind,

The smell of sweat and blood mix heavily in the air,

Seducing her with every breathe she took,

Drowning her in a sea of carnal lust,

As she tower over the body, a sense of distaste ruptured over her,

This is what she waited for; this is what she craved,

That power of the master has now become her slave,

Such a beautiful sight it is to behold, as this new love of her started to grow,

Swimming through was the birth of new sin, even God himself could stop what was becoming within,

As mighty as the tallest tree in the forest, her master had sub come, and she would never again be the fallen,

Then she knelt down beside the body on the floor, placed a kiss on its head, yes it’s, it had no name no more,

How good it felt to be the one, the position, the power, in love with herself she felt ever so,

She was her own master, needed no more.

[BlueMoonWolf]

I am hoping that I am staying true to the theme; it is puppy love is it not?

Actually the deadline for the "puppy love" topic has passed. We are now on "Peppermint" and the deadline is Feb 10th. Please do feel free to submit something for the new topic though!

Just a run down for the new people in the thread...

We are given a single topic per deadline...

Those that wish to particpate submit thier stories under the theme and only that theme.

At the deadline ONLY those that have submited something get to guess at our mystery number.

Whomever is closest to the mystery number wins and gets to set the next topic and deadline

BMW

[sweetcalico]

I LOVE your story Sweetcalico!

Artdecogoddess

whooohoooooo *does a happy dance* wonderful!!!! just wonderful! *throws * I am so glad you contributed again!

BMW

Thank you Artdecogoddess and BMW. It was fun to write. I can't wait to read the other pieces. I am looking forward to it.

sweetcali

[Selenay]

Meh. Here we go.

Peppermint

I can't remember being so nervous
At any other point in my life.
You sat on my right,
And put your hand on my thigh under the table
(You didn't notice
that your mother was across from us
and knew exactly what we were doing.)

We took your sister outside
So we could have some time
Away from your mother's prying eyes
You held my hand as we strolled around Broadway
And I felt beautiful

When we went back inside we sent your sister away
(Again, your mother knew just why
But she humored us
and our fledging adoration)
and stood in front of the Christmas tree.
You kissed me, there.
And the only thing I remember thinking
is that I didn't care
who saw
who knew
who gave a damn
In that moment
Nothing mattered but you.

There is only one other detail
of that night
I can still recall.
Peppermint.
You tasted like peppermint
And I can still taste it.

[BlueMoonWolf]

There is only one other detail
of that night
I can still recall.
Peppermint.
You tasted like peppermint
And I can still taste it.

Wow!!!! what a sweet sweet poem!

BMW

[TheaLeticia]

Don't you hate it when you set out to write something all yummy and smutty but end up writing about your grandmother instead (I'm sure it happens to everyone now and then LOL)

My grandmother smelled like a grandmother: like maja soap, like thick dry face powder coquettishly caked on, like hairspray holding her hair in an old lady wave, and like peppermint. My mom smelled like juicy fruit and cigarettes but my abuela was always peppermint and polvo.

My abuela liked to spoil us grandkids. She’d make us arroz con leche that always made me gag so I’d slip it onto my greedy cousin’s plate. She made forbidden café con leche that we drank with our pinkies in the air, with plenty of cookies and giggles. She let us eat guayabas off the tree in the yard till our tummies ached and we flopped down under the tree, staring at the clouds. And in her big black purse you always found Chiclets in their cheery yellow box. She would count out two pieces and place them in greedy little chubby hands.

We would suck the peppermint coating off and compare pallid squares. We’d crunch down on them and try to nab more. We’d see who could chew the longest before the stale gray lump was discarded. My cousin would swallow her gum but I never could.

When candy was scarce these sweet little squares were quite a treat. And later, when we had quarters we hoarded or pilfered for trips to the colmado to get junk, the little chiclets were quaint reminders of when we were REALLY little. We’d never turn chiclets down, that’s for sure.

Graduations, parties, dinners, visits to her house where I’d stick to plastic covered furniture and listen to AM talk radio with her: the years can be measured in yellow boxes of gum shared.

As the years passed and we changed, silly reminders of childhood kept the connection. Talking to abuela had become a perilous affair.

I periodically got fits of intense guilt for not visiting more often, not calling more, and I would steel myself and drive the hour and half to her house. Any discussion of success was subject to comparisons with my cousin who was taller, thinner, faster, prettier, but never smarter.

Stick to the weather my mom would say through a haze of menthol smoke. Keeps you out of trouble.

Weather, the flowers, the news. No politics. No relationships. No controversy. No liberation. No dreams.

Abuela met my lover. Abuela ignored my lover. My lover shrugged it off. I seethed.

Abuela raved about my cousin’s boyfriends. When did I say I was going to get married. “No abuela, that’s just not for me.” Skirting around the edges of Out until inevitably my picture in the paper made me bold, made me reckless, made me broach the subject avoided for years.

I wait till we’re sitting, I pop squares of gum in my mouth out of habit.
“Abuela you know I’m gay right.”

Abuela sits up straighter in her ugly floral housedress.
“De eso no se habla” We don’t talk about that.

I bite down and let the happy taste of peppermint fill my mouth making the silence easier to swallow.

[Artdecogoddess]

Peppermint

Selenay - Great poem!

TheaLeticia - I like your story a great deal. You did a great job of making me feel the characters experiences.

Insuya - I like your story a great deal - please write one for Peppermint too.

I am still working on mine. It went from erotica to sci-fi to sci-fi erotica. We shall see how it ends up.

Artdecogoddess

[SexxyButchDaddy]

I came home last night and i could smell you in the air
i knew you were here
but I didnt know where?
I jumped into the shower and
i could smell you in my pores
sensual and tantalizing
beneath the surface you held so much more
I made it into the bedroom
The lights were dimmed
and there you laid naked waiting for me to come in.
I slid you into my mouth
tasting you with my very soul
my tongue flicked across you
you started to melt
the very taste of you
made my taste buds climax
then kris walked in
she wanted to feel you pressed against her skin.
so together we flicked across her clit
her tempature began to rise
grinding against us
the two of us nestled between her thighs.
and what happened next
she came
she screamed out ur name
not mine
PEPPERMINT!!!
Then you melted and that was the end of our experiment.

[chey]

Peppermint.......

small twisted cane,
spiral of white,green and red,
the play upon my breast,
as you pull the cane away,

"Lick it",you say
I oblige in every way
and the wetness does spear
the peaks or my turgid nips.

Hot breath consumes
at first do you blow
and then the final hold,
as your tongue does go.....

....laving the moisten crest
sucking the flavor in
Pepperment you say
as I writhe beneath your weight.

[BlueMoonWolf]

Don't you hate it when you set out to write something all yummy and smutty but end up writing about your grandmother instead (I'm sure it happens to everyone now and then LOL)

Thea,

I Loved your story! You really have a knack for painting a very clear picture!

she screamed out ur name
not mine
PEPPERMINT!!!
Then you melted and that was the end of our experiment.

SBD,

I really liked your poem, thanks for putting something else in the ring.

Peppermint.......
....laving the moisten crest
sucking the flavor in
Pepperment you say
as I writhe beneath your weight.

chey,

whoohooo! Love the words turgid and writhe

Yes I am off to write mine now instead of sewing...

[Artdecogoddess]

Peppermint.......

small twisted cane,
spiral of white,green and red,
the play upon my breast,
as you pull the cane away,

"Lick it",you say
I oblige in every way
and the wetness does spear
the peaks or my turgid nips.

Hot breath consumes
at first do you blow
and then the final hold,
as your tongue does go.....

....laving the moisten crest
sucking the flavor in
Pepperment you say
as I writhe beneath your weight.

Chey --- hot! I too love that you used writhe in a poem.

Artdecogoddess

[Artdecogoddess]

I came home last night and i could smell you in the air
i knew you were here
but I didnt know where?
I jumped into the shower and
i could smell you in my pores
sensual and tantalizing
beneath the surface you held so much more
I made it into the bedroom
The lights were dimmed
and there you laid naked waiting for me to come in.
I slid you into my mouth
tasting you with my very soul
my tongue flicked across you
you started to melt
the very taste of you
made my taste buds climax
then kris walked in
she wanted to feel you pressed against her skin.
so together we flicked across her clit
her tempature began to rise
grinding against us
the two of us nestled between her thighs.
and what happened next
she came
she screamed out ur name
not mine
PEPPERMINT!!!
Then you melted and that was the end of our experiment.

Nice poem! Loved the ending!

Artdecogoddess

[GemmeFemme]

Wow. What a variety of work we have in here lately. Fantastic!

I am still thinking about what to submit for the Peppermint topic. Poem? Short story? Novella? Kidding, btw. Truthfully, I usually get some inspiration from the rest of you who write something. But there's such a good collection of stuff to inspire me that I'm a bit torn as to which direction I'm going to go in this time. Maybe BMW will nudge me one way or another with her work?

February 10th is still some time away, thankfully.

[chey]

Thank you BlueMoonWolf and Artdecogoddess.....

chey,

whoohooo! Love the words turgid and writhe

Yes I am off to write mine now instead of sewing...

Chey --- hot! I too love that you used writhe in a poem.

Artdecogoddess

[BlueMoonWolf]

Wow. What a variety of work we have in here lately. Fantastic!

I am still thinking about what to submit for the Peppermint topic. Poem? Short story? Novella? Kidding, btw. Truthfully, I usually get some inspiration from the rest of you who write something. But there's such a good collection of stuff to inspire me that I'm a bit torn as to which direction I'm going to go in this time. Maybe BMW will nudge me one way or another with her work?

February 10th is still some time away, thankfully.

Well as luck would have it... mine is 3/4's of the way done I just need to find some time to sit down and finish the last 2 paragraphs.... I HOPE tonight but no promises.

Looking forward to seeing yours Gemme!

[GemmeFemme]

Looking forward to seeing yours Gemme!

Me too!

[GemmeFemme]

red winding streaks striping creamy pale flesh
taut arms pulled up tight
muscles tensing; straining
streams of sweet sweat dripping down
misty breath steaming cold
curls clinging to upturned breasts
red-rimmed eyes stubborn
too tender lips swollen
teeth clenching hard
sharp breaths sucked
toes en pointe
digging in deep
pushing for more
taking
all
her
candy

[Artdecogoddess]

Gemme,

This is very very good!

Artdecogoddess

[BlueMoonWolf]

Wow Gemme!

apparently everyone is thinking along the same lines for this challenge... and I am thinking we all need a cold shower

BMW

[GemmeFemme]

Thanks, Artdeco and BMW! I wanted to get a story out, but gosh darn it....that's all I could find.

[BlueMoonWolf]

She lit the last candle and turned out the lights, the room shimmered with soft romantic light. She slipped out of her robe and hung it on the back of the door, unconsciously straightening the sleeves as she moved away from it. She dipped her toe into the cool and frothy bubbles down into the warm water; testing the temperature. She sighed with contentment, plunging her entire foot into the water and stepping the rest of the way into the tub. Her contentment continued as she laid herself out in the tub; feeling her stress wash away as the water and the bubbles rose higher on her body.

She closed her eyes and let the candlelight do it’s job of helping to soothe away her stress. She began to sway her legs just a little to create small waves in the tub, the water licking at her torso. She smiled to herself, enjoying her little game and the licking of the water. An image flashed on the movie screen in her mind... a suit jacket... a button up shirt... a tie askew... strong hands on her hands... She opened her eyes and cleared her throat; she smiled at herself as she dropped the fluffy face cloth into the water. She needed to keep her mind clear of the little movies, she had a time limit for this bath.

She reached to her vanity, opened the crystal candy dish and popped a peppermint into her mouth. She rolled the candy around in her mouth, pushing it to and fro with her tongue. She trapped it against the roof of her mouth, stroking it with her tongue to get that first push of sugar. She felt the little bumps and grooves in the hard sugar. She darted her tongue against the peppery hardness knowing that in the very center there was sweet creamy chocolate. She knew that there was no way that she was going to be able to reach that gooey center just yet but it never stopped her from trying. She fished the face cloth from the water, she squeezed it tightly letting the water run down her chest in rivulets. The images came crashing back to her... hands cupping her breasts gently... a hard, greedy mouth... the deep growl... A growl of her own escaped her as she shook off the images with a smile.

She picked up her favorite soap, it was slightly spicy with a touch of sweetness to the scent. Beginning to work it into a lather, she spread the foam on her calf. She massaged the muscle, pulling and pushing, soothing and wiping away the tensions. She stretched, sliding her fingers between her toes, she wiggled as she rubbed in the lather. She picked up the razor she had set on the side of the tub and began to slowly scrape away the thick layer of foam. Her fingers trailing behind the razor making sure she got every last bit, leaving her skin silky smooth. She pressed her tongue against the candy again, testing to see if she could tease the creamy chocolate from the center yet. No such luck, she pouted slightly, as she began to lather her other calf. She sucked the candy hoping for the payoff of chocolate soon. Repeating the same ritual on her other leg, her fingertips brought more images rolling through her personal movie theater.... hands rubbing warm oil into her skin... electric eyes... hands moving higher... She smiled as she moved the soap to her thighs thinking if the images were not going to stop she was at least going to enjoy them.

Her hands moved over her thighs, creating the thick creamy lather that she loved so much. She held her leg high up out of the water, wiggling her toes as she pointed at the ceiling. The water lapped at the back of her thighs with the movement. She started to shave her thighs with long deliberate strokes, moving her leg in synchronization with her hands. She picked up the soap again and began to slide the soap in between her thighs; lathering the delicate skin. Her gaze became glossy as the images flooded through her again... fingers stroking... warm breath on her neck... heat rising.... feeling the waves build... She brought herself under control again and began to shave the delicate area, moving even slower than before. She pushed her tongue against the candy in the roof of her mouth again. Suddenly the hard candy gave way under her insistent pressure, sending the creamy chocolate over her tongue, filling her mouth with lingering peppermint and sweetness. Just at that moment the bathroom door opened, the incoming breeze extinguishing some of the candles. She looked up, startled as he smiled taking in the scene.

“Need some help?”

[Selenay]

She lit the last candle and turned out the lights, the room shimmered with soft romantic light. She slipped out of her robe and hung it on the back of the door, unconsciously straightening the sleeves as she moved away from it. She dipped her toe into the cool and frothy bubbles down into the warm water; testing the temperature. She sighed with contentment, plunging her entire foot into the water and stepping the rest of the way into the tub. Her contentment continued as she laid herself out in the tub; feeling her stress wash away as the water and the bubbles rose higher on her body.

She closed her eyes and let the candlelight do it’s job of helping to soothe away her stress. She began to sway her legs just a little to create small waves in the tub, the water licking at her torso. She smiled to herself, enjoying her little game and the licking of the water. An image flashed on the movie screen in her mind... a suit jacket... a button up shirt... a tie askew... strong hands on her hands... She opened her eyes and cleared her throat; she smiled at herself as she dropped the fluffy face cloth into the water. She needed to keep her mind clear of the little movies, she had a time limit for this bath.

She reached to her vanity, opened the crystal candy dish and popped a peppermint into her mouth. She rolled the candy around in her mouth, pushing it to and fro with her tongue. She trapped it against the roof of her mouth, stroking it with her tongue to get that first push of sugar. She felt the little bumps and grooves in the hard sugar. She darted her tongue against the peppery hardness knowing that in the very center there was sweet creamy chocolate. She knew that there was no way that she was going to be able to reach that gooey center just yet but it never stopped her from trying. She fished the face cloth from the water, she squeezed it tightly letting the water run down her chest in rivulets. The images came crashing back to her... hands cupping her breasts gently... a hard, greedy mouth... the deep growl... A growl of her own escaped her as she shook off the images with a smile.

She picked up her favorite soap, it was slightly spicy with a touch of sweetness to the scent. Beginning to work it into a lather, she spread the foam on her calf. She massaged the muscle, pulling and pushing, soothing and wiping away the tensions. She stretched, sliding her fingers between her toes, she wiggled as she rubbed in the lather. She picked up the razor she had set on the side of the tub and began to slowly scrape away the thick layer of foam. Her fingers trailing behind the razor making sure she got every last bit, leaving her skin silky smooth. She pressed her tongue against the candy again, testing to see if she could tease the creamy chocolate from the center yet. No such luck, she pouted slightly, as she began to lather her other calf. She sucked the candy hoping for the payoff of chocolate soon. Repeating the same ritual on her other leg, her fingertips brought more images rolling through her personal movie theater.... hands rubbing warm oil into her skin... electric eyes... hands moving higher... She smiled as she moved the soap to her thighs thinking if the images were not going to stop she was at least going to enjoy them.

Her hands moved over her thighs, creating the thick creamy lather that she loved so much. She held her leg high up out of the water, wiggling her toes as she pointed at the ceiling. The water lapped at the back of her thighs with the movement. She started to shave her thighs with long deliberate strokes, moving her leg in synchronization with her hands. She picked up the soap again and began to slide the soap in between her thighs; lathering the delicate skin. Her gaze became glossy as the images flooded through her again... fingers stroking... warm breath on her neck... heat rising.... feeling the waves build... She brought herself under control again and began to shave the delicate area, moving even slower than before. She pushed her tongue against the candy in the roof of her mouth again. Suddenly the hard candy gave way under her insistent pressure, sending the creamy chocolate over her tongue, filling her mouth with lingering peppermint and sweetness. Just at that moment the bathroom door opened, the incoming breeze extinguishing some of the candles. She looked up, startled as he smiled taking in the scene.

“Need some help?”

worth the wait.

[Artdecogoddess]

Wow BMW - glad I stayed up late and caught this before I went to bed.

Great story!

Artdecogoddess

[GemmeFemme]

She lit the last candle and turned out the lights, the room shimmered with soft romantic light. She slipped out of her robe and hung it on the back of the door, unconsciously straightening the sleeves as she moved away from it. She dipped her toe into the cool and frothy bubbles down into the warm water; testing the temperature. She sighed with contentment, plunging her entire foot into the water and stepping the rest of the way into the tub. Her contentment continued as she laid herself out in the tub; feeling her stress wash away as the water and the bubbles rose higher on her body.

She closed her eyes and let the candlelight do it’s job of helping to soothe away her stress. She began to sway her legs just a little to create small waves in the tub, the water licking at her torso. She smiled to herself, enjoying her little game and the licking of the water. An image flashed on the movie screen in her mind... a suit jacket... a button up shirt... a tie askew... strong hands on her hands... She opened her eyes and cleared her throat; she smiled at herself as she dropped the fluffy face cloth into the water. She needed to keep her mind clear of the little movies, she had a time limit for this bath.

She reached to her vanity, opened the crystal candy dish and popped a peppermint into her mouth. She rolled the candy around in her mouth, pushing it to and fro with her tongue. She trapped it against the roof of her mouth, stroking it with her tongue to get that first push of sugar. She felt the little bumps and grooves in the hard sugar. She darted her tongue against the peppery hardness knowing that in the very center there was sweet creamy chocolate. She knew that there was no way that she was going to be able to reach that gooey center just yet but it never stopped her from trying. She fished the face cloth from the water, she squeezed it tightly letting the water run down her chest in rivulets. The images came crashing back to her... hands cupping her breasts gently... a hard, greedy mouth... the deep growl... A growl of her own escaped her as she shook off the images with a smile.

She picked up her favorite soap, it was slightly spicy with a touch of sweetness to the scent. Beginning to work it into a lather, she spread the foam on her calf. She massaged the muscle, pulling and pushing, soothing and wiping away the tensions. She stretched, sliding her fingers between her toes, she wiggled as she rubbed in the lather. She picked up the razor she had set on the side of the tub and began to slowly scrape away the thick layer of foam. Her fingers trailing behind the razor making sure she got every last bit, leaving her skin silky smooth. She pressed her tongue against the candy again, testing to see if she could tease the creamy chocolate from the center yet. No such luck, she pouted slightly, as she began to lather her other calf. She sucked the candy hoping for the payoff of chocolate soon. Repeating the same ritual on her other leg, her fingertips brought more images rolling through her personal movie theater.... hands rubbing warm oil into her skin... electric eyes... hands moving higher... She smiled as she moved the soap to her thighs thinking if the images were not going to stop she was at least going to enjoy them.

Her hands moved over her thighs, creating the thick creamy lather that she loved so much. She held her leg high up out of the water, wiggling her toes as she pointed at the ceiling. The water lapped at the back of her thighs with the movement. She started to shave her thighs with long deliberate strokes, moving her leg in synchronization with her hands. She picked up the soap again and began to slide the soap in between her thighs; lathering the delicate skin. Her gaze became glossy as the images flooded through her again... fingers stroking... warm breath on her neck... heat rising.... feeling the waves build... She brought herself under control again and began to shave the delicate area, moving even slower than before. She pushed her tongue against the candy in the roof of her mouth again. Suddenly the hard candy gave way under her insistent pressure, sending the creamy chocolate over her tongue, filling her mouth with lingering peppermint and sweetness. Just at that moment the bathroom door opened, the incoming breeze extinguishing some of the candles. She looked up, startled as he smiled taking in the scene.

“Need some help?”

Yowza! Great one, BMW.

[BlueMoonWolf]

Wow BMW - glad I stayed up late and caught this before I went to bed.

Great story!

Artdecogoddess

worth the wait.

Yowza! Great one, BMW.

Thank you everyone

[Artdecogoddess]

Hello Folks - here is my offering for the peppermint theme. As always, comments and critques welcome. This one is kinda long.

Artdecogoddess


Peppermint

“Did you have to wear heels to this little adventure,” my partner, Crash, asked in hushed tones?

“Do you really have to ask,” I grimaced back.

Trying to walk on 3 inch heels silently on steel grating is not easy. I know because I end up doing it all the time. My name is Kate and I’m a sculptor by trade. Since that doesn’t keep me in high heels, I also do a little underground market work on the side. While black marketing is not exactly an artistic pursuit but it keeps the wolves away from my door. Sometimes those wolves are very hungry.

Hunger of a different nature is what brought us out here tonight in search of green. Green is not what you think. In a completely steel and concrete world anything green and alive is of extreme value. Plants, vegetables or anything organic has become like gold. There is no such thing as a simple salad for dinner. A simple salad will cost you plenty in my word. Since greens are so perishable the black market trade has focused on dried goods. In the underworld cinnamon, saffron, and peppermint are like platinum.

“Move a little slower darlin and we will be able to grow plants on you,” Crash sneered back over his shoulder at me.

Crash was right, we needed to get a move on or we would be caught. Crash knew enough secret exits and tunnels that I felt relatively safe. Crash is good at finding places to hide and great at talking us out of bad situations. These are perfect characteristics for a side-kick. Oh yeah, and the fact that I trusted him with my life. About Crash, I know it’s a terrible name for a side-kick, but he really loves his name. He thinks it makes him sound tough despite the fact that it was given to him by an irate ex-boyfriend.

I was hoping I wouldn’t have to rely on my trust of Chance, but one never knows. We were meeting Rain, a black marketer of some fame and considerable fortune. By all accounts Rain was a very hot, albeit sketchy, butch. I was looking forward to meeting the infamous Rain. Rain needed legitimate credits and my clients needed spices. It was a fair exchange. For my exemplary trading skills I got the spice of my choice. I choose peppermint. Tangy, cool and savory all at the same time, peppermint flavor was my favorite and I hadn’t tasted it in months.

Chance made a hand signal that could have been interpreted as obscene but I knew better. We could hear voices ahead. Chance grabbed me and threw me into a hole in the wall. Covering me with his body we were barely hidden before a patrol marched past. Flanked in two sets of two and each heavily armed and decidedly mean looking they marched past without so much a blink in our direction. Damn, I wanted this job done.

Moving more quickly now, Chance and I made it to the exchange site with seconds to spare. Rain and his entourage were already there. Wow, oh wow, did Rain ever live up to his description. Sexy and strong looking without too much gloss and frippery, Rain had the bad boy stance that drove femmes wild. Despite my cool demeanor I felt a strong attraction to him. Damn, he was fine.

His goons were another story. They were all brawn, no brain and seriously mean looking. I wanted to spend as little time with them as possible. They stood over a table covered with various weapons of pain and mayhem. I sincerely hoped the sinister display was for show.

Rain spoke up first. “You bring the credits?”

Chance stepped back and let me take the lead, yet he remained comfortingly close at my side.

“Maybe, do you have the spices,” I replied?

With a flick of his wrist at the largest goon opened up a large satchel. As the spicy intoxicating sent of peppermint, cardamom, cloves and oregano filled the air. I breathed in the flavors and visibly relaxed. This little adventure was working out after all.

At Rain’s signal, the Big Goon slid the bag over to me. At my signal, Chance tossed a heavy credit container back at them. As each side paused to take inventory the sound of clopping footsteps could be heard. Footsteps that heavy and sinister could only mean one thing. The patrol was back and about 10 seconds away from discovering us.

Rain took two steps toward Chance and me. I involuntary stepped back only to stop at the intense look on Rain’s face. Grabbing Chance, Rain threw him into one of the goons. Big goon grabbed Chance by the hair and bent him over the table. Chance, sensing what was about to happen, grabbed a flogger and handed it back to his captor. Before the first blow fell, Chance winked at me. Great, I thought, he was getting off on this!

Rain grabbed me and whispered urgently, “Play along and play nice and we all get out alive.”

How could I argue with that logic? I nodded my agreement. Gentler now that I was compliant, Rain grabbed my wrists and locked them in cuffs over my head and across a drain pipe. He stood behind me with one arm around my waist. With a quick tug my leather pants came off and hit the floor. With the patrol unit rounding the corner, Rain twisted my thong aside and jammed his fingers into me. My moan, part from fear and part from pain, sounded pleasurably erotic to my own ears. I could feel Rain smile as he curved around me to bite my neck.

The patrol came to a stop in front of me. The leader took off his helmet and gloves and addressed Rain.

“What do we have here,” he asked in a leering obvious kind-of-way?

How original I thought. As I opened my moth to fire off a smart-ass reply Rain put three of his leather gloved fingers in. His other hand gripped the back of my hair and gave a sharp tug. Rain’s fingers tasted like me. A very wet, very turned on me. Chance wasn’t alone; I was getting off on this experience too. Rain eyes shouted out warning for me to be quiet and cooperative.

Rain turned around to answer the guard. “I am working on a little training here, do you mind, he said? We like to come down here for the ah… atmosphere.”

“And who are they,” the guard asked, pointing to Big Goon and Chance?

“More of my associates working out some fine details. My customers ask us for variety and we aim to please, Rain glibly replied.” I looked over at Chance. He was completely in the moment and oblivious to his surroundings. I swear he was purring as the Big Goon painted his back with broad strokes of the flogger. No protection from that quarter. I was going to have to rely on Rain’s skills to get us out of this dilemma alive.

Clearly aroused at the sites, sounds and smells before him the head guard spoke again, “Mind if we watch?” The other guards exchanged smiles and lascivious glances. It looked like they were going to settle in for a while. Not good.

With nonchalance that I envied, Rain answered them. “Be my guest.”

To the cheers and whistles of the patrol Rain advanced on me. He knew I was not pleased. His look, part menace and part amusement, was so deeply sexual that I found myself pulled into the web of his allure despite my misgivings. I tried to ignore the gallery of thugs watching my impending ravishment. Rain ran his hand up my thigh slowly. His hand felt firm and hard against my skin. As his fingertips moved toward my waist and torso I felt all the tension leaving my body. A deep longing for more of Rain filled me. More fingers, more lips, more tongue, more of his body on mine, for more.
Rain hands grabbed my breasts roughly. This whole experience was turning out to be over-the-top for me when a high pitched beeping sound filled the tunnel.

The patrol snapped to attention and reformed into their two by two lines.
“Just it was getting good. Carry on,” the leader intoned.

With Rain and I watching the patrol marched out of sight. Before I had time to sigh in relief, Rain was on me. Kissing me hard Rain fumbled with his belt as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Without the use of my hands I could do little more than grip my thighs tightly and hold on as he plunged deeply inside of me. My body, revved up and excited like never before, melted into Rain. By grabbing my ass, Rain pushed himself deeper into me. The fear, terror and tension of the exchange heightened each sensation as my body throbbed around his. My orgasm swirled through my body with tremors and quakes that left me limp. Rain’s own orgasm quickly followed mine. He impaled himself on my body with a final sharp thrust that brought forth more deep sensations.

With my legs still wrapped tightly around him, Rain lifted me down off the drain pipe. Looking him in the eye, I saw that he too was stunned. The sheer intensity of pleasure left us both speechless, and I am never speechless. I took a long breath to steady myself. Out of habit I looked around for Chance. He and Big Goon had finished their scene and were now quietly exchanging small talk.

“Well, I guess that was lucky,” I said. “We could have been killed. Did they get the credits or spice?”

Rain turned and found both bags still lying on the floor. Opening the spice bag he rummaged around until he found the right one. Turning over the smaller bag, Rain took out a small pinch of green leaves. The spiky scent of peppermint filled the air as Rain brought the leaves to my lips. Crushing the leaves into my mouth with his fingers, Rain leaned over me and into a kiss. The sweet tang of mint filled my mouth and tongue as Rain licked my lips. The kiss was quick and left me tingling for more contact.

“Thanks for playing nice,” he said. With a barked command, Rain and his thugs grabbed the credits and walked off into the gloom.

[waywardbutch]

“What day is it?” she asked me, but her eyes weren’t open yet. I just held her a little tighter and thought this is just how she is dealing with stress. She’ll obsess about the small things so she doesn’t have to face the big things. She snuggles in my chest and mumbles about going to work early. I kiss the top of her head. My eyes sting as I feel her hair fall loose against my lips.
I hear the popping sound of gunfire, 3 maybe 4 then the awful silence. One or two meant the end of suffering and despair, 6 or more meant marauders but four meant I had to go look. I slipped away from her quietly. I gave the flashlight a few turns to charge it, slid the knife into the back of my jeans and headed toward the sounds.
I felt sad as I realized it wasn’t marauders. Christmas music skipped across a scratched record from inside the apartment. A young family of five lay huddled together among opened presents. I only heard four shots. I look through their kitchen, finding only empty cupboards. A calendar hung on the wall. The dates crossed off and marked again with overlapping dates. Today was December 24th 2010. I covered the family with one of their linens and set the fire before I left. I looked back only once to watch the black smoke reach up into the endless grey sky.
I heard her sobbing from inside the car as I walk up the broken driveway. She sees me and with a deep breath she stops crying. “Baby can you give me a jump? The damn car won’t start and I am late for work.” She looks so panicked. Gently and calmly I agree to fix the car that hasn’t run since the day everything fell apart.
“Just give me a minute honey I need to put this stuff away, oh and honey, you don’t have to work today, its Christmas Eve baby.” She follows me back inside and helps me put away the spoils of the morning. She scolds me for buying cheap red wine for Christmas as I pour her a glass. “I’m sorry sweetheart. I should have asked you which kind I was supposed to get before I left.”
“That’s ok baby, it’s Christmas and you tried. I’ll forgive you this time” she says as she puts her arms around me. Her frail body had started to swell with the radiation sickness and she felt warm with fever. “Look its snowing” as we watched the ash swirl in the wind outside the window. I held her closer, my eyes brimming and I didn’t want her to see. “Tell me you won’t leave me Danny” she mumbled into my chest.
I feel her lucid moment and want to protect her in my arms. “I’ll never leave you sweetheart, not even if the world should end.” I want to squeeze her so tight but I am afraid she will feel my fear. I reach in my pocket and offer her my closed fist. “I have a present for you” I flash her a teary-eyed smile.
I open my hand and she smiles at me with all the delight of a young child on Christmas morning. “You remembered, my favorite… peppermint candies.” She pops the candy into her mouth and gives me a sweet sticky kiss. “Well, I suppose you are off the hook for the red wine then” She says before wandering off to change clothes for Christmas. I watch her body trembling as she walks. I see her start to fall and I reach for her. My tears fall on her pale skin. Her eyes are so clear though as she looks at me. She reaches for my face “Thank you, Danny, for staying and for the peppermint.”

[GemmeFemme]

Artdeco and wayward, what interesting stories!

[Artdecogoddess]

Wayward,

I really liked your story - it was so intense and surreal at the same time. Nice job!

Gemme Femme - thank you! Gemme also pointed out to me, in a PM, that I accidently changed the name of Kate's sidekick from Crash to Chance. Sorry about that folks - I was editing my story and watching tv at the same time!

Artdeco

[chey]

I just love everyone's writtings here......

[BlueMoonWolf]

Hello Folks - here is my offering for the peppermint theme. As always, comments and critques welcome. This one is kinda long.

Artdecogoddess


Peppermint

Crash was right, we needed to get a move on or we would be caught. Crash knew enough secret exits and tunnels that I felt relatively safe. Crash is good at finding places to hide and great at talking us out of bad situations. These are perfect characteristics for a side-kick. Oh yeah, and the fact that I trusted him with my life. About Crash, I know it’s a terrible name for a side-kick, but he really loves his name. He thinks it makes him sound tough despite the fact that it was given to him by an irate ex-boyfriend.

Chance made a hand signal that could have been interpreted as obscene but I knew better. We could hear voices ahead. Chance grabbed me and threw me into a hole in the wall.

First let me say I loved the story as a whole! definately different with the whole sci fi thing going on!

the only little constructive critisim i have is ...never mind because you just posted about catching that name change thing LOL


Excellent story!

BMW

[BlueMoonWolf]

I open my hand and she smiles at me with all the delight of a young child on Christmas morning. “You remembered, my favorite… peppermint candies.” She pops the candy into her mouth and gives me a sweet sticky kiss. “Well, I suppose you are off the hook for the red wine then” She says before wandering off to change clothes for Christmas. I watch her body trembling as she walks. I see her start to fall and I reach for her. My tears fall on her pale skin. Her eyes are so clear though as she looks at me. She reaches for my face “Thank you, Danny, for staying and for the peppermint.”

Oh My! this story should come with a tissue warning for those wearing mascara! GREAT story!

[GemmeFemme]

Last night....er, this morning during the wee hours....I began to formulate the story that I had initially intended to write earlier. Once I was done with it, I realized that I have a short novella on my hands and it would not fit into one nice post.

Gemme ~ who really needs to get to the point in her stories

[waywardbutch]

thanks for the kind words BMW, ArtDecoGoddess and Chey, I am glad I found this thread ... I'm open to critiques as well, always good for honeing skills

[Artdecogoddess]

Hello Writing Thread Folks -

Bumping the thread slightly cause its only a few days left until the 10th (or was it the 9th?). Anyone who is working on a Peppermint themed piece should post if soon!

So far we have....

Me
Blue Moon Wolf
Chey
Gemme Femme
Wayward Butch
SexxyButchDaddy
Seleney
TheaLeticia
Insuya
Sweet Calico

Are we missing anyone? Write on folks - write on.

Artdecogoddess

[TheaLeticia]

red winding streaks striping creamy pale flesh
taut arms pulled up tight
muscles tensing; straining
streams of sweet sweat dripping down
misty breath steaming cold
curls clinging to upturned breasts
red-rimmed eyes stubborn
too tender lips swollen
teeth clenching hard
sharp breaths sucked
toes en pointe
digging in deep
pushing for more
taking
all
her
candy

Love this GemmeFemme!!!! I love the "curls clinging to upturned breasts". What a wonderful line!

[BlueMoonWolf]

Hello Writing Thread Folks -

Bumping the thread slightly cause its only a few days left until the 10th (or was it the 9th?). Anyone who is working on a Peppermint themed piece should post if soon!

So far we have....

Me
Blue Moon Wolf
Chey
Gemme Femme
Wayward Butch
SexxyButchDaddy
Seleney
TheaLeticia
Insuya
Sweet Calico

Are we missing anyone? Write on folks - write on.

Artdecogoddess

nope you are right ArtDeco it was the 10th or today! So what's the question huh huh??

BMW

[HYSterical HERnia]

Ohhhh... just squeaked in... it is still the 10th in my time zone. *G

RAMPANT PEPPERMINT

The lush green grass stretched below, a verdant canvas beseeching me to build a frame and paint a garden within.

My imagination conjured a grand ballroom, a-twirl with colour, texture and fragrance. The music of the breeze whispered through blossom and leaf, inspiring my senses.

And so I turned the soil. Standing back, surveying the rich, dark, coffee-colored patch. Tones and hues exploded like fireworks in my mind’s eye, dancing over bare earth.
The Waltz of the Orange Dahlia, Scarlet Rose, Ivory Iris, Pink Peony, Yellow Daisy, and Purple Hollyhock, springing to life in stark relief against the russet loam. My heart swells.

On the breeze a faint, exhilarating aroma draws me with a breath of comfort, so I choose peppermint as my garden’s anchor, filling the deck with the splash of geranium and the spray of lobelia, hoisting a sail of resplendent gladiola.

As my garden grows, the flowers bloom and peppermint spreads, covering the ground. Soon, the mint has reached 3 feet high, easily propagated by its underground runners, obscuring much of its kaleidoscopic community.

I go forth, trowel, clippers and shovel in hand, to search and annihilate all plants with fuzzy, serrated leaves and pale mauve conical flowering. I am poised, weaponry at the ready, and then I breathe. My armaments fall wordlessly to the ground and I drop to my knees.

Now the afternoons grow sultry and I rest on the porch overlooking my mint-choked garden. I raise my book of Greek Mythology and pause when I come to the one titled the Myth of Mentha.

“Mentha was hotly pursued by Pluto, whose jealous wife Persephone trod her ferociously into the ground, whereupon Pluto then turned her into a herb, knowing that people would appreciate her for years to come.”

I smile softly to myself, and sip from my frosty glass of peppermint laden iced tea.

[Artdecogoddess]

Hello All!

Amazing amazing contributions this last go around!

So, here is my question.

I have a huge collection of earings. Like way too many! The total number of earings I own is between 200 and 270. Can you guess the total number of earings I have in my jewlery box?

Artdecogoddess
(who really loves shiny dangly things!)