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Saturday, October 8, 2011

Symbiotic Perversions (part 2)

If you missed part 1 of this story, you can read it here first before proceeding: Symbiotic Perversions (part 1)

Honestly, I know this isn't my best work... I've been off my game a bit lately.  But I'm trying to at least write SOMETHING to hopefully get back into the swing of things.  I hope you enjoy part 2.

xxx
Gina

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If any of the bar patrons would bother to focus upon her face (most were too keenly concerned about what was happening below), they might have detected the grin that she was so desperately trying to suppress.  She knew this was the magic moment in the evening.  The point at which the stakes were about to escalate... when all of their acting would pay off.

Her man made a move to head towards the bathroom, but before he did he made a display of ordering another drink from the bartender, making it clear that he intended to return to his spot at the bar... lest some dirty dog try to sneak up and make a move on her uninvited.

Of course a "dirty dog" was exactly what both of them had in mind, but one that would be hand-picked was much more ideal.  They both liked to orchestrate the situation as much as possible to ensure it didn't get totally out of control.

Her man had already picked a target, an unassuming middle age guy, sitting alone at a table drinking a scotch and water.  He wore a blue-collared shirt with his named stitched on it.  "Tony" the embroidery read.  His baseball cap, company issued, sported the name of a well-known local plumbing company.

On the way back from the bathroom, he stopped at Tony's table and plopped down into one of the empty seats somewhat startling the man.  "Hi, I'm Gary," he said extended a hand towards the shocked plumber.  Tony sat dumbfounded and motionless, unsure of how to react.

"I couldn't help but notice you watching the scene at the bar just a little while ago."

The man's eyes had been focused upon them for the entire time and he had discreetly started rubbing himself under the table while he watched the couple play out their little act.

Tony's eyes widened as he protested, "Oh, I didn't mean anything by that.  I was just looking off into space..."

Gary grinned and retorted, "yeah just looking off into space you were... or more accurately..." he flung his head motioning towards the sexy vixen at the bar, "looking to try to see the space underneath her skirt."

Tony's cheeks turned flush even as he tried to deny any such intent.

But Gary cut him off, "Tony, just shut up and listen.  Today is going to be your lucky day.  That woman doesn't mean anything to me.  I just met her here tonight and barely know her."  He paused for effect and then reached into his pants pocket withdrawing her sexy panties.  "But what I do know is that she's a horny slut.  Look at how wet she got these panties when I shoved my hand up her skirt."  Gary made a point to display the visibly discolored crotch material as he spoke.

Tony really didn't know what to say about all this.  One thing for certain though, it had definitely aroused him and he sat nervously waiting for Gary to continue explaining how this was going to be "his lucky day."  Fortunately Gary didn't leave him hanging for long.

"This is how we're going to play this, Tony.  I'm going back to the bar.  After 2-3 minutes, you'll walk up and act like you're an old friend.  We'll start up a little conversation and while we do, I won't mind at all if you slip your hand up that bitch's skirt and cop a little feel of her wet twat.  Hell I doubt that she'll mind it either.  She seems looser than a faulty Vegas slot machine and I'm sure she will love it if you spin her reels around a bit.  Just be a bit discreet about it man.  We don't want to spook her or cause a big scene...."

Tony, mouth gaping open, stared back in disbelief and asked "Why?  Why are you doing this... for me?"

Gary grinned, "Cause you look like a hard-working guy and I'd feel selfish feeling up this slut all by myself tonight.  But, if you don't want to do it...."  His voice trailed off giving Tony the option to decline if he was stupid enough to do so.

"No. No! I'll do it.  But what if she gets upset?"

"Don't worry buddy.  I have a pretty strong feeling she won't"  Gary got up without speaking another word and headed back to the bar.  Now the couple would just have to wait to see if Tony would be brave enough to follow through with the impromptu instructions that Gary had given to him.  It only took a few minutes for Tony to act, but to Gary and his woman it felt like hours of anxious waiting.

(to be continued)

Saturday, October 1, 2011

The Twitter Challenge!

I'm writing today, but also scanning Twitter occasionally.  I just saw the following tweet from @SexExperiment

Could "delete button" ever be sexily used for a part of the female anatomy (you choose)? "Sexily" is the key word, and that's a challenge.

My contention is ANYTHING can be made sexy if you are willing to work it enough.  In this case, I think it's quite easy.  Please excuse the brevity of this post... it's just something I'm throwing together in a few minute break in response to this "challenge" lol.  Enjoy
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After entering the massage room, she undressed down to her panties and took her usual position on the table face down into that little hole cut out for that very purpose. It was just a normal Friday spa day after all.

But wasn't normal about this FRIDAY was the fact the spa had just hired a new masseur and it was her lucky day to draw his attention for her weekly massage.

Actually it was going to be more like her lucky YEAR, because Jean-Patrick as he was called was a master of the art of massage. He was able to work her body with his digits in a way she had never experienced nor dreamed possible. It felt as though pure energy flowed out of his fingertips right into her very being. It electrified her senses, relieving stress and also quite honestly turning her on during the process as well.

For 20 minutes Jean-Patrick worked every inch of her nearly naked body with perfection. His technique was flawless as not a single action or finger-placement was ill-advised. It was akin to a typist being able to churn out 100 words-per-minute on a keyboard... and better yet with no typo mistakes!

Jean-Patrick's pleasurable kneading and touching had her almost in a trance-like state as the maestro "fingerist" worked her bodily keyboard over... it wouldn't matter if she were QWERTY or DVORAK or any other derivative for that matter as his hands knew exactly where to go and she willingly accepted every masterful keypress stroke. That is until he was working the back of her thighs and... intended or not... Jean-Patrick squarely administered pressure to her "delete button" snapping her immediately back from her dream-state to the realization that this strange man had been brazen enough to sneak his finger inside the entrance of her castle walls.

And although her defenses had been down and it may have even seemed like she willed him to enter her fortress, her instincts now had her calling the emergency guards... no that faux pas would not easily be erased with liquid paper!

***

OK, nothing to write home about I know it, but this is one-pass with no real editing.  But I think it's a sufficiently sexy use of "delete button" to meet the challenge.  I'm interested to see if you agree.  Let me know!

xxx

Gina

Friday, September 30, 2011

Going Above (and below) for Breast Cancer Awareness

Today's post is sort of a dual-theme:  Breast Cancer Awareness and Artistic Nudity.

My sincere thanks to @Irish_Greg for allowing me to use his pic for today's post.  Unfortunately he's caused quite a drop in my productivity this morning because for 30 minutes I've just been stuck here staring at it...  um, I mean worried about properly sizing/positioning it and all that stuff.  Purely professional reasons of course.  ;-)

But seriously the man is simply sexy and there's no denying that.  This shot is very lovely too.  Greg treats us to his absolutely amazing butt, sexy back and even turns to show us that adorable face.  A triple-treat of excitement without offending!  A perfect artistic nudity shot.  If I could somehow jump into the frame I'd give him a nice back scrub in thanks for his contribution.

Best of all, when I contacted Greg to ask his permission to use this photo he was quick to point out that this provocative pic is his way to support the gals on #FeelemFriday.  So his heart is in the right place too!

Before I stumbled upon Greg's AVI last week I'd never heard of him.  But this image caught my attention and kept it!  I've been a follower of his ever since and I recommend that you follow him too.  Again his user name is @Irish_Greg.  Don't forget that today is #FeelemFriday so boobs, moobs, and nads are all ripe for the touching today... all in the name of cancer prevention!

Bye for now @Irish_Greg.  You'll be in the forefront of my mind for the rest of the day....

xxx
Gina

P.S. Do you guys think I can get him to join the secret agents of SFG69?  Of course he might have to submit to an entrance exam in my office to ensure that butt of his isn't infected... looks remarkably puffy like it may have been compromised in the same way as the other agents during their recent Hooter's assignment.  I think I need to get a sample to rule out the possibility.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Symbiotic Perversions (part 1)

They were an absolutely perfect couple. 

She loved to be seen and touched by strangers but was far too shy to initiate the experience. He loved to show her off and was excited to see other men (and women) pleasure her.

Tonight it would be a bit of the usual. They would go out for a few drinks at a random bar and see what sort of attention they could draw.

They liked to pretend they were strangers. Dressed casually in torn, well-worn jeans and unimpressive flannel shirt, he'd enter the bar first, ordering a drink and striking up conversation with some of the other patrons.  He was boisterous anyway, but he'd be sure to really stand out now to gather some initial attention.

After about 10 minutes or so, she'd arrive, decked out in a much too short skirt, lace panties underneath and a silk blouse, no bra. She'd sit a few spots away from him ordering her own drink to enforce the idea that she was there alone.

They always liked to sit on raised stools at the bar to draw the most attention.  That and it afforded the best view to as many of the onlookers as possible.

They'd start their performance slowly, just having a couple drinks each and casually conversing at a distance. She'd feign disinterest in him... short, terse responses when he spoke; patronizing smiles that were meant to look dismissive. But over the course of 30 minutes or so, she'd start to "warm up" to his attention. Eventually she'd laugh at a joke or smile warmly his way as the conversation loosened up.

At that point he'd "make a move" to join her by "buying her a drink" and relocating to the stool next to her. Of course all the guys at the bar would be keenly interested to see how things progressed for him. Some would talk in whispers and make little wagers about whether he'd "strike out" with this foxy lady that was so obviously out of his league.

They'd sit and talk for awhile enjoying another drink each. Then he'd casually move his hand to her leg, right below the bottom edge of her skirt. She'd respond by spreading her legs apart ever so slightly. By then the interest level of the bar patrons would be soaring. Most of them would be obsessed with what was going on... even as they tried to act as though they hadn’t noticed.

They could both sense the eyes upon them and it made entire experience so exciting. But they acted cool and unaware... carrying on their conversation as if in their own little world.

Over a short period of time, he'd gradually move his hand further up her leg and she'd respond by scooting a little closer to him and parting her thighs a bit more.  Eventually his entire hand would completely disappear under her skirt. In the meantime they both carried on talking, eyes locked as though nothing unusual was going on.

At that point the atmosphere in the bar would be electric. Anyone that hadn’t already been watching would be made aware in hushed whispers from the others. Some of the more brazen patrons might start to reposition themselves in an attempt to get a look up the sexy, and apparently slutty, woman's skirt to see exactly what might be going on.

The final set piece of the performance would consist of him slowly withdrawing his hand and with it her panties... and in a faux act of discreetness crumpling them and placing them into his pants pocket.

To Be Continued...
***

Hope you guys enjoyed the start.... I'll continue the story in a couple days.  ;-)
xxx
Gina

Saturday, September 24, 2011

More about the creative writing process

My Internet has been down all day.  So I thought I'd create a post that I can hopefully get onto the blog when service is restored.  This one is less about the erotica itself and more about the technical & creative aspects of how I write.

I've been complimented from time-to-tim about my writing quality (not to brag) and I thank everyone for that as I really appreciate the remarks.  But it's not really a "natural" ability that just flows out of me.  It's the result of simple multi-pass refinement.

What I am hoping to do with this post is show you how almost anyone can achieve the same level of prose if you're truly dedicated to doing so.  I'm going to write an uber-short "erotic story" right now from scratch and show you how it develops into final form from a less than auspicious start.

Now the end result probably won't be anything special, but the point is to notice how it vastly improves during each pass.

First draft:  (Throw ideas down, get the general direction... ignore all errors)

He walked by window, noticed light and saw girl undresing. Hes undetected so split decision required to walk by or ssatify lustful pervy need to peep.  Checkuing around no one out that obviously sees him so he hides and watches her finishi undressing for night. Just as light in room goes out he finishes slef-pleasuring.

***

OK.  So obviously the above is very short and crappy quality.  It's riddled with spelling mistakes galore and incomplete thoughts.  But the purpose is to record the initial idea flow as it occurs to me as quickly as possible.  I never stop to edit unless I make a mistake that's SO bad I won't be able to decipher what was even intended when I go back to edit.

Now having completed the draft, I can go back and address each idea, expanding it as I correct all of the obvious mistakes as well.

First edit:  (Fix errors, further refine text & story ideas.  Add some ambiance)

Coming home from the bar he noticed a light emanating from her bedroom window.  Not really intending to peek, but still... the sexy young coed's partially-undressed body was clearly visible from the street.

He had a decision... walk by and be thankful for the brief exciting view or stop and watch this young lady.  He was on the fence, but had to decide quickly.  Glancing around to ensure no one was present, he slipped into a dark shadow to watch her.

He really couldn't help himself.  The spontaneous display was just so exciting.  So he stopped in the shadows, unzipping his pants and turning his attention to his own sex organ.

The moment only lasts briefly as she finishes undressing and then reaches for the wall switch and extinguishes the light.  But the moment lasted just long enough for him to complete his perverted pleasuring outside her window on this dark, but now noticeably warmer, evening.

***

OK, so after first edit it's much better.  This might be the point I stop at for a blog post or other partial idea.  But for most stories I'm intending to publish, I'd go back at least one more time (more likely 2-3 times) refining and embellishing the story each pass.

Second edit:  (Embellish story.  Add even more ambiance.  Start to develop/describe characters.)



Coming home from the bar Tom was enjoying the cool still night.  There had been a new moon earlier in the week so it was mostly pitch dark.  The darkness made it easy to notice the contrasting light emanating from her bedroom window.  Not really intending to peek, Tom simply couldn't help it... the sexy young coed's partially-undressed body was clearly visible from the street.  Her blond hair, long and straight, hung down in front of her already naked b-cup breasts .  Her skin was tan and smooth and he imagined how soft it must feel to the touch.

Tom had a decision... to walk on by and be thankful for the brief exciting view he'd already seen or live up to his name and decide to stop and "peep" this young lady.  He was on the fence but had to decide quickly.  Glancing around to ensure no one was present, Tom went with his genetic male tendencies and slipped into a dark shadow to watch her complete her undressing.  

She was just starting to remove her pants and even from a distance of about 12 feet Tom could make out the tattoo, a simple red heart, located right above her pubic patch and peeking out from the top of her white panties.  He could also see through their thin fabric that this beautiful girl was not a true blond though she did seem to keep things trimmed up nicely.

Tom really couldn't help himself.  The excitement of this spontaneous display had already inflated his sex organ to half-mast.  Without even considering the risk he unzipped and removed it from his trousers now eagerly coaxing his cock to full attention.

Without a moment to spare Tom's body, or most specifically his groin, had quickly reached a heightened sense of arousal which peaked just as the sexy girl, now fully nude, extended her dainty hand towards the wall switch that would extinguish the light.  Fortunately for Tom, her body had turned to face the window straight on and her full-frontal nudity was all the visual stimulation Tom needed to complete his perverted pleasuring outside her window on this dark, but now noticeably warmer, evening.

***

So the story is still nothing special, but it's quite a lot better than the mess I started with in the hasty first draft.  Now honestly I wouldn't normally write the first draft spontaneously like that.  I would have already planned out the scenes, mentally and in outline form, ahead of time.  

But the point simply is... when it comes time to write, what I feel works best is to not get bogged down spending lots of time during the first draft creation.  Just getting ideas down is the most important part.

Then expanding the story, fixing typos, or adding flowery text can all come later during subsequently editing passes.

So if you have a desire to do your own writing, but feel like you cannot attain the "finished quality" of some other things you've read, just remember that those pieces mostly likely got to that level through this multi-pass refinement process.  

Give it a try yourself.  It might not work for you initially (or at all) but I happen to know that quite a lot of writers do in fact use a process very similar to this.

And if you have no desire to write at all, but still read this far anyway, I hope you found this post to be entertaining or enlightening.

xxx
Gina