Welcome to Religious Forums, a friendly forum to discuss all religions in a friendly surrounding.
Your voice is missing! You will need to register to get access to the following site features:We hope to see you as a part of our community soon!
I use to write such things for fun many years ago. They tended to get passed around quite a bit amongst friends. However, due to the content of my writing...I don't think this is the appropriate subforum for me to take it back up again. LoL I may think about writing something for another subforum...maybe
It was a cavernous loft, decorated in a shades-of-gray style which in New York would mean great wealth & power, but anywhere else would smell of bleak industrial decline. In the middle of this contrived wasteland, a lone figure stood. He was gaunt, standing fully erect & clad in a skin tight black shirt, complemented by black pants, black socks & black shoes, as though he were consciously mimicking Wolfe's social x-ray. He stood haughtily at the single piece of furniture, a neatly made bed with taught gray sheets & pillows. The woman on the bed looked starkly out of place, wearing a Japanese school girl's uniform sans shoes, her knee high socks covering her splayed legs, short plaid skirt with snow white panties attempting to peek out, & a matching white blouse under a scarlet blazer, barely able to contain the pneumatic pulchritude within. His wide thin mouth hid clenched teeth, so when he spoke it was with a dry & dictatorial voice. "You may call me Carlos Wirey. No word of this shall ever be spoken." She maintained her coquettish repose, eyes widening at his stern gaze & commands, & intrigued at the prospect of servicing the most powerful man in the world. But she was a pro. Her voice betrayed none of this, in its lilting Japanese flavored English sprinkled liberally with high pitched staccato laughter. "You may call me Draka, sir."
You've great talent for bodice rippers!Okay, I will do one here and save the "erotic" stuff for another time. I will still try to do one of those eventually and place it in the Eros room when I do.
.......
Carolyn Chase sat down and leaned back against the tree and listened to the snap of the campfire. Not exactly able to find a comfortable position, her thoughts began to get the better of her. The things I do for you Patricia. Honestly, you really had to run off? To the middle of nowhere? Over your louse of a husband? Had to go get yourself lost didn't you? Now here I am chasing after you...with HIM.
Carolyn's gaze fixed upon Ridge, watching him as he added more wood to the fire. His shoulder length coal black hair falling across his face each time he bent over. God how she loved that hair. Men back east would never let their hair grow like that. Then again, men back home didn't seem to come as built and bronzed as he was either. Ok Patty, I guess I see some allure to the frontier life after all. She thought as a little smile twitched the right side of her lips. As he turned to face and approach her she took in how the firelight danced along and lit up his gorgeous face. A sculptor couldn't carve anything so masculine yet so beautiful at the same time. The high cheekbones, Roman nose, those deep set near black eyes, and those lips. Lord, how she kept thinking what it must be like to kiss those lips.
"It will get rather cold tonight." Ridge said as he knelt down in front of her. "Are you quite sure you will be warm enough with what you brought?"
"Oh, I think I'll be fine. You've made quite a good fire, that will help I'm sure." Carolyn thought she could think of much better ways of keeping warm this night with this man, but then, a lady wouldn't dare say such things now would she? Damn her upbringing.
As he stood again and began to ready their sleeping arrangements she went ahead and let down her hair. Long auburn tresses fell in waves across her shoulders and down her back. As she ran her fingers through her lengthy mane to clear it of any tangle she spared a glance in his direction. Was he watching her? Her heart fluttered a moment as she realized that he had stopped mid-movement to just watch her. She smiled at him. He started as if caught a moment, gave a sheepish grin, then quickly returned to what he was doing. Well what do you know? Carolyn's little smile to herself on the right side of her lips returned. Interesting.
You've great talent for bodice rippers!
It makes mine read like the operator's manual for a lawn mower.
Mmmmmm...lawwwnnnn mowwwwerrrrrrsss.....