Short Takes

[Mad Lews]

Oh my oh my oh my!.........looks like I've been missing out on some juicy stories......woohoo!

Microwave0ven.....you need to let us know what is happening in that back room hun!

daddiebear50.....I have a feeling that it wouldn't be polite to grab a Dom male that I don't know and shake him hard to try to get him to spill the rest of the story......lol...Hmmm........so instead I'll just pout adorably and say, "Pwetty pweese, tell us more, Sir."......and nice to meet you

Mad....ya big sweetie...I see you have been keeping busy while I've been off pretending to have a real life...lol....nugggggggggggsssssssssssssssss.....k eep it up hun keep it up...and I mean that in every naughty way possible...wink wink

~~nibbles~~

Woo Hoo, Her Nibs is back from the frozen northland. I guess the sun must be going down about now. We missed your pithy wit and that cute lil' Avatar.
welcome back

your very

Mad Lews

[erotic_nibbles]

TY Mad....It's great to be back around more....I missed all you guys!

~~nibbles~~

[EdgeOfHuman]

I am not sure if this is what you were thinking of....but, thought I would give it a shot....a little "She said, He said".....and left to the reader to finish....


Touch The Flame


His eyes still focused on mine he pulls me closer and kisses me again before standing up beside the bed. His image is very faint in the flickering candle light. He moves to the candle and takes it in his hand as he walks away. My heart races and my voice trembles...."Please don't leave."
He turns and looks at me...the candle lights his smiling face. "I'm not leaving little one." He places the candle on the table then lifts the window, allowing the crisp winter air to whip through the room. My body feels chilled as the cold breeze fills the room. I pull the blanket up over me as I feel the cool air bite at my skin. His voice breaks the silence, "No blankets little one. Lay back on the bed and expose yourself to cold air."
I quickly push the blankets to the floor and lay back with my legs spread slightly to expose myself to my Master as he wishes. I can see his face as he picks the candle back up and the flame jumps and dances in the breeze. I watch Him intently as he ties me to the bed with the silk scarves from the dresser. He moves back around the bed and takes the candle in his hand lifting it up and making his face more visible to me.

I smile as the cool breeze moves across the stone floor, relishing the way her nipples react to its bite. This is always the best part, seeing her desire form and build upward... wanting........needing.......begging for the hot wax to free her. The liquid wax forms at the lip of the blood red candle...building...slipping......falling.....in a graceful arc toward her supple skin. My smile deepens as she winces slightly at the caress of the candle's wax.
The droplet splashes slightly underneath her erect nipple, spreading across her sweet skin ever so quickly. The room is so still as her sudden gasp, for air, echoes from the walls. She whimpers for another soft kiss of the maroon liquid.
The air is thick with the mulberry scent of the candles that light the velvet-curtained walls. The wax forms another droplet...her nipples tauten further in anticipation of the next stroke…. it falls…..her breath halts in midair. Then two more drops follow in rapid succession, veiling her entire nipple in a thin maroon cocoon. The room echoed with her sigh as she regained the precious air surrounding her.

[Chuckdom19]

A beautiful, quick tale. I complement you on your writing, and on the view from the sub... something tells me this is fleshed out with real experience, or many dreams.

Lovely.

[erotic_nibbles]

I am not sure if this is what you were thinking of....but, thought I would give it a shot....a little "She said, He said".....and left to the reader to finish....

OOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo very nice

~~nibbles~~

[Mad Lews]

I am not sure if this is what you were thinking of....but, thought I would give it a shot....a little "She said, He said".....and left to the reader to finish....

[/I]

Dear EoH,
As you are aware this thread has very strict criterion and your short take has skirted the edge of several of them. I guess we have no choice but to ask you to expand the scene, flesh this out by a few thousand more words, and submit it to the story side of the library. It's the only way we'll discover what happens when the wax works it's way lower. ( And has she already been waxed down there?)
Sorry to make all that extra work for you... no I'm not but I suspect I'm supposed to say that .
Great intro though and I'd love to read more of your writing.
Mad Lews

[learningtopleez]

Beautifully written EdgeOfHuman....makes a gal wanna be there!!

We want more!!

[EdgeOfHuman]

chksng19, erotic_nibbles, Mad Lews and LTP,

Thank you all.....I appreciate the kind comments. If I can find more time I may one day finish this piece....til then, if there is someone out there that would care to help finish it from the Lady's point of view, that would be fun and could inspire the completion sooner. Just a thought ~~silently hoping~~.

[Nikita]

Edge:

You got me on edge...butt... can't leave a girl hanging.

There's been a lot of that happening lately...

Have you done this before? Sounds convincing ...Let us know if you finish this.

Nikita

[pejanon]

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's
work and offered something myself ...
hope you like it.


Seven Swats Game by Pejanon

The natural born brat asked for it.

Nikita offered a paddle to the Wolf. As she bent over, her tennis
dress barely covered the situation. She smiled under her eyelashes, until
she felt the first swat!

"You asked for it" smiled the Wolf.

He hefted the paddle, threw it in the air, and admired the glint of
light on the smooth, polished, wooden handle. He caught it midair.

The Wolf draped Nike over his knees and made sure her arms were
pinned beneath her body, her hands at a strategic place.

Lifting her tennis dress a little more, he was in no mood for anything
'barely' covered, only bare.


The Wolf moved his over the naked globes. They twitched at his touch.
As his hand stroked the hem of her dress, he enjoyed the difference; the
boundary between Nike's bare flesh and the dress. He moved to a spot
between her shoulder blades, to hold her firmly in place.

"Are you ready, Nikita? You have to count, you know!"

"Yes Mr. Wolf!" she quipped sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

"I hope you realize this is tennis."

Nike knitted her eyebrows, then brightened and nodded.

He swung and connected.

The left cheek trembled and exploded in pain.

Nike let out a gulp of air. The Wolf waited.

"Fifteen?"

"Yes. Good Nikita!"

He swung again. She jerked forward.

"Umm, fifteen - all?"

"Thaaaats right! Now for the ace!"

The Wolf served an ace. Nike didn't look so smug now as she bit her
lip.

"Thirty - fifteen!"

"You know how to keep score! Not just ask questions! We'll teach you
some respect, yet! And he swung again, sharply.

"Oomph...!" coughed Nike as a tear ran down her flushed cheek.

"Thirty - thirty!"

"Are you sure? Perhaps we should call this game a forfeit and start
again?"

"No no..." she quickly calculated ... fifteen none was on the left,
right was fifteen all, then left was thirty fifteen ... then right again ...
"It's forty fifteen, Sir!"

"Too late....This is double fault, Nikita!" he swats her again, just to keep
ass blush evenly distributed.

"That is thirty - thirty! And this will be ..." as he smacked her right
cheek real hard, he admired it's firmness, its remarkable bounce. The
Wolf loves bouncy bums; he also loves her squirming in his lap. Sweat
suddenly dampened her white dress. Nike gasped for air. Both cheeks
burned and she was not sure of the score.

"Thirty forty, Sir?"

"Oh yes, Nikita, and now, will this be game point?"

He slapped Nikita's red ass sharp and hard. Again, she jerked forward.
Tears welled in her eyes, from pain, humiliation, excitement, or all
three.

"Deuce...err...forty - forty," sobbed Nike.

"Then someone must take this game. Who?" he asked as he moved his hand
across the tenderized flesh of Nike's burning bottom.

The Wolf paused to push his finger between the heated cheeks and found
incredible sweet wetness. He brought the finger to his lips.

"Who's to win, Nikita? Left or right?"

Still trembling from his touch, her ass cheeks twitching, she whispered
"Left, Sir."

"Left what?"

"My left cheek needs another swat, sir,...to win."

He swung fast and hard. Nikita almost flew off his lap, but he held
her firm.

"And a game to Nikita!"

The Wolf waited for the sobbing. There was none. He caressed her bald
pussy. It was almost difficult to grasp, so sleek and moist, but he
managed. He flipped her over and held her with her buttocks pressed
together, pelvis thrust upwards, lower legs hanging across his arm, and one
tennis shoe hanging from her foot.

He brushed her flushed face, and gazed into her liquid eyes.

"What do you say...after such a lesson?"

Nikita stammered "Th.... th ..."

"What? Say it!"


copyright (c) by Wolff

for the One who MADE me do it!

[Microwave0ven]

pejanon, nice writing! short and sweet, and unusual idea of counting i quite enjoyed it!

[erotic_nibbles]

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's work and offered something myself ...hope you like it.

I liked it!

<---squirming in her chair now wishing her bottom had gotten to "score".....woohoo!

~~nibbles~~

[Mad Lews]

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's
work and offered something myself ...
hope you like it.


Seven Swats Game by Pejanon


copyright (c) by Wolff

for the One who MADE me do it!

Damn fine piece Pej,
And she made you do it too. Lucky Wolff
Now about those sticky leather straps they wrap the racket handle with...

We knew you'ld come through with a winner Pej.
So who's next?
Mad Lews

[pejanon]

Thank you,


I was just thinking about ways to make tennis more interesting ... then she twisted my arm ... I HAD to oblige... poor me.

Leather straps, yea and the net, don't forget the Net.

Pej

[Microwave0ven]

Vanessa smiled mischievously, sprawled on the cool clean white covers of her bed. She picked up the cordless phone and dialled his number, knowing that he would likely be asleep. This would be a good test for him.

The phone rang and rang and rang again. Then, he picked up. His irritated, sleep befuddled voice came across the headset, "What the HELL do you want at 4 in the morning?! Call back later!!" The phone clicked violently as if he'd slammed the receiver down.

Unfazed, she took out a small black notebook and made a small mark in it. Then, she phoned again.

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He'd been roused from a deep sleep by the shrill ring of the phone beside the bed. He answered the phone, then turned over to go back to sleep. Not even half a minute later, the phone rang again. He groaned and reached for the phone again. With a theatrical sigh, he growled, "I SAID call back in the morning!" He was about to put the phone down again, but something made him pause a moment, then ask, "Who is this anyway?"

To his profound dismay, a silky sweet female voice answered him, "Mark dear, you need to learn some manners when answering the phone. Come to my place tomorrow evening at 6pm. I have guests over, and you will be part of the entertainment."

Mark gulped and replied in a near-whisper, "But I have plans and ..

"If you have plans, cancel them. I'm only having this party once." she cut him off smoothly, "And that's a second mark by your name. Back door tonight in your usual attire."

"Who is coming to the party?" asked Mark in a worried tone of voice. He was intensely shy about this part of his life and he never talked about it much to friends or family.

Vanessa's voice snapped, "My friends. It's no concern of yours. Your job is to serve and obey. That's another mark for questioning my choice of friends. Anything else you'd care to add?" she asked sarcastically. At his silence, she finished, "I'll see you tonight then. 6 pm sharp!"

Defeated, Mark hung his head, "Yes, mistress."

He gently laid the phone back on its cradle. Why did he always have to talk before he thought things through? Now his plans for the night would have to be changed. He'd call Bryan in the morning. Tomorrow, he wouldn't get much sleep for sure, he might as well get some sleep now.

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She sat back and looked disappointedly at the three marks by her boy's name. He'd been doing so well this past week, not a single mark by his name, until now. She placed the notebook on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. Tomorrow would be a long and interesting day.

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to be continued...



did you read that right? Mo's actually going to continue a story? why yes! it's your lucky day... Mo appears to have the rest of this little story planned out, and will be slowly put on the computer!

[J's blu]

yummy game of tennis Pejanon Sir! although i must say the method of scoring is new to me.

and MO! nice story coming along there. applause for you.