Watching

Watching

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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sex, etc

Summary

Oddments This is an odd selection. When I wrote these I was getting bored with writing wordporn. I mean, how many ways can you describe the same acts? So, there are the short pieces – these were written as challenges. I think benawriter might have been involved. Can you write a story in 500 words? 200, 100? Stuff like that. That covers ‘Goth’ (500), ‘Hors d’oevres’ (200) and ‘Watching’ (200) and ‘First Time’ (100). I really do recommend challenging yourself to write in your genre with a small word limit. Can you do it? The last three oddments, I didn’t actually write. They are ‘prentice pieces; written by students of mine – I may have tarted them up a bit and claimed them for my own, but they are by another writer – maybe two. ‘Silver’ – historical wordporn. I don’t do that. I like my fantasy ladies in lingerie, these bodice-rippers tend to lack lacy bras, sheer panties and fishnet stockings…. ‘Her Big Chance’ is a big cock story. I don’t write big cock stories because a) I don’t have one and b) they are so fucking obvious and all the same. ‘It Started With a Kiss’ is just plain weird. So, why did I post these and claim them as my own? I said already, I was getting bored with the old in-out; but I still had an audience. They filled that gap. As stories, they aren’t bad. Just not me. And that is it. That is all that was on the flashdrive. If you can think of any others, let me know. But I can safely say that I don’t have them.

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sex, etc

Summary

Oddments
This is an odd selection. When I wrote these I was getting bored with writing wordporn. I mean, how many ways can you describe the same acts?
So, there are the short pieces – these were written as challenges. I think benawriter might have been involved. Can you write a story in 500 words? 200, 100? Stuff like that.
That covers ‘Goth’ (500), ‘Hors d’oevres’ (200) and ‘Watching’ (200) and ‘First Time’ (100). I really do recommend challenging yourself to write in your genre with a small word limit. Can you do it?
The last three oddments, I didn’t actually write. They are ‘prentice pieces; written by students of mine – I may have tarted them up a bit and claimed them for my own, but they are by another writer – maybe two.
‘Silver’ – historical wordporn. I don’t do that. I like my fantasy ladies in lingerie, these bodice-rippers tend to lack lacy bras, sheer panties and fishnet stockings….
‘Her Big Chance’ is a big cock story. I don’t write big cock stories because a) I don’t have one and b) they are so fucking obvious and all the same.
‘It Started With a Kiss’ is just plain weird.
So, why did I post these and claim them as my own? I said already, I was getting bored with the old in-out; but I still had an audience. They filled that gap. As stories, they aren’t bad. Just not me.
And that is it.
That is all that was on the flashdrive.
If you can think of any others, let me know. But I can safely say that I don’t have them.

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Submitted: August 02, 2020

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Submitted: August 02, 2020

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The sound of the hairdryer made me look up.

 

The autumn moon was high; the place was deserted. There was only one light in the dark house, I shifted so that I could see more.

 

The noise stopped and I watched the woman stand up and look in the full length mirror. She let the robe fall to the floor and eyed herself appraisingly. I held my breath and drank in the sight of her honey coloured flesh.

 

She picked up a jar of lotion and started to smooth it over her body, slowly and sensually, until her skin shone golden. Her hands lingered on her breasts, rubbing and fondling, her fingers pulling her nipples to long hard points. I heard myself gasp in the night air.

 

Down her belly strayed her wanton hands to the tuft of curling golden-brown hair standing high from her mons. Her oily fingers played with the tangled mass, tugging and twiddling. I watched as she put her head back in a silent, opened-mouth sigh.

 

Bending momentarily, she languidly pulled on a pair of the sheerest panties.

 

She approached the window, and opened it.

 

“You can come up, now darling, I’m ready,” called my wife.

 


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