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Brandybee
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Sweet As Honey With A Cheeky Sting. BUZZ !!



Wow to all you three,  Kaitlyn1989 ;  Momma_andrea &   Eidamir.

We are truly blessed in forum to have such talented writers and poets.

I'm not sure this topic does you justice.

Have you thought of opening your own topic in erotic stories to collate all your poems in one spot together? I think you should consider it.

A title of such a topic maybe .... A Soul's Meandering ;  Random Reflections ; Heart Whispers ...

Just 3 off the top of my head.

Thank you for sharing with us and please, don't stop.  Lots read your work, even if they don't always post.

By the way ...  I do accept poems in the erotic story contest, although we have yet to have a poem win.

As long as it meets the rules:   it will have to be about the theme -   in this Contest  12, it is - OPPOSITES ATTRACT
You must also include an Achat component in the story or poem -  From the Achat shop,  a background,  an outfit or a room.  It will need to be described in enough detail for the reader to recognise it.
They are quite fun trying to find for the reader.

The best ones for me are in Jayc's  Adraste's Gift in Contest 6.  Although you only need one component, the way he incorporates 3 - the Skeletons ; Flaming Skull and Flaming dragon backgrounds is quite ingenious.  He has great inventive skill and imagination. See the below quote. 

Quote from Adraste's Gift :

The Norseman needed her attention now and was delirious in the days and nights to come. She fed him broth and water in his semi wake moments. She soothed and bathed his sweat soaked body and trimmed his beard and moustache and nails. She cared for him, in between doing her chores, and she settled into a new routine around him.

Aluric ran through the surf, running for his life.

White skeletons chased him and were gaining ground. The sand under his feet glowed like embers, his feet burned but he ran on. Familiar voices called his name with forlorn sorrow.

Hiding in the tall grass, out of breath he looked up. The moon was a flaming skull which bellowed his name, the sound shook the ground.

The sea vanished and Aluric was on a dark plain with a flame in the distance. He ran, images of his life flashed before him like bolts of lightning.

He found himself standing in front of Yggdrasil, the ash tree of the world. And guarding it was Nidhogg the Dragon who fed on the wicked. The dragon was of orange flames, spitting fire in the pitch black. Then he opened his right talon to reveal the shining sun, opening its left talon it revealed the stars and the moon.

“Valhalla awaits you Aluric but this is not the time” Nidhogg hissed.

The Dragon's chest swelled with a mighty breath, then exhaled, engulfing Aluric in flames and sent him back to the living.   

She awoke that dawn and checked on the Norseman. The night before he was near death. She had done all she could for him and expected the worse. Lighting a lamp, she was surprised to find him sleeping peacefully.  She touched his forehead, he was still feverish but the color in his skin was coming back. There was hope for him, he was through the worst

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I would certainly like more Authors & Poets to enter :

Here are the details.   Please be aware  - DEADLINE for stories / poems to me is 7pm UK time on  31 October 2016 - HALLOWEEN.

Forum Home Page > Announcements > Forum News > Erotic Story Contest 12 - Opposites Attract.
http://www.funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,4294.0.html

Forum Home Page > Organizations & Events > Contests > EROTIC STORY CONTEST RULES.
http://www.funnyadultgamesplay.com/forum/index.php/topic,2509.0.html


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Kaitlyn1989
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Hi Brandybee, thank you for your kind words and encouragement. We must not exclude Anatasia.
She too is a beautiful writer, posting her poems and stories in her own thread "Worlds of Wonders".

I know Andrea has already submitted her story, what seems like ages ago, no procrastinating for that woman. Me on the other hand, it's not I "like" to procrastinate, just seems to work out that way. I always seem to meet all my deadlines, I just don't meet them "early". *giggles* I guess part of me needs the "pressure", tends to "motivate" me. Yes, I am writing, it is a "work-in-process", as I struggle with every word. Story writing, for me, is a form of masochistic torture,  a blend of frustration and anxiety with the promise of self realization and inner release. I promised you a story, I keep my word...... just don't expect it too early. I will slide in just beating the buzzer. Woody would be proud *giggles*

I think Anatasia is working on a contest story. Hopes she is. If not, hope this is a little "nudge", a little "hint". As if I haven't already planted the "seed", hehe

After reading Zoe's last two poems, I will have to go to work on her as well. She has a beautiful fluid style, unlike my unsophisticated school girl rhymes. I am sure Zoe will keep "someone's" attention. *giggles*

I do agree there should be a place to keep "ALL" writings. Stories, prose or poems. Erotic or not. An easy location to find and catalog all these very personal expressions for all to enjoy, now or in the future. I will share a secret, a confession of sorts, I find the forum fascinating, I have traveled through this worlds history, the relationships, the incredible love and feelings expressed by beautiful souls. All through the writings posted throughout the forum. Reading these stories has revealed an understanding of this world which would otherwise only have been possible by living in it. I sometimes feel I am "invading" privacy, some writings so very personal, but I find I can not pull myself away so instead I promise myself to honor and protect their words, their feelings.

I will share these thoughts with others interested in writing. Thank you Brandybee for suggesting the idea. *hugs*  Kaitlyn
« : October 18, 2016, 10:26:59 PM Kaitlyn1989 »
Anatasia97
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No Kaitlyn, Brandy I will not be entering any contests.
Eidamir
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Should be sleeping by now.
Should be in bed, alone.
Should be wandering in the world of dreams.
But I can't.
Someone is keeping me awake.
Someone is in my thoughts and don't let me go.
I'm yours, I'm here.
Take my hand and let me take you to Dreamland,
Let me show you Storytime, the world of wonders.
The place where all worlds are born, as dreams.

A little poem wrote in a night of insomnia. I have to point out that Storytime, Dreamland and the concept that worlds are born as dream is not mine, it comes from a story that I love.
That said, I'll try to get some sleep.
Oh, and I am thinking about opening my own topic, but want to have a little more to share before start. ;)

Kiss and hugs to all visitors. :)

ZOË


Look into my eyes, break through the surface, reach my soul and see who I am.
Fighting for more poses for the LGBT comunity!
Kaitlyn1989
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My offer has finally been accepted, it’s only 5 months Past Due,
who cares if I had to post it twice, my “offer” of a BATH for TWO.
Maybe it’s was bad “TIMING” or maybe just not the right “FIT”,
but if it feels right, follow your heart, listen, be patient, never QUIT.

Come with me, take my hand, let’s share a TUB,
and let me show you the FUN in “RUB A DUB DUB”.
The “LUSH” bubbles rich n foamy, offer a place to HIDE,
while the soothing heated water below invites you inside.

Take off that robe, come over here and let me help YOU in,
then I will slip n slide in behind YOU and let the FUN begin.
Relax your busy MIND, close your tired eyes and take it offline,
relax your weary BODY, take a deep breath and slide into mine.

Let me wash away your worries, from your head down to your toes,
with naughty minded, slippery fingers massaging away all your woes.
Your limbs n muscles soon respond, their tension melting away,
as I whisper “Sweet little nothings” into your ear, my tongue at play

Caressing, kneading, massaging and teasing,
my fingers very busy on a mission of pleasing
Washing your hair, massaging your head,
Kissing n licking your neck, legs begin to spread


**********   To Be Continued  *************

Oh, I must finish this later, I can’t wait any longer
This NEED to be with her, I feel so much stronger.
Momma_andrea
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Lady of the twin moons©



I dream of you in satin sheets
with lips of painted red
I think of you wrapped in my arms
and laughing in my bed

I press to you my beating heart
my lust now bound in love
I give to you my hungry kiss
when I can't get enough

I feel your warmth and hear your sighs
our limbs entwined as one
I bite on you to feast your flesh
on top so I have won

I grind on you our bodies mash
my breath hot at your ear
I need your cum I want your screams
my name for all to hear


http://redandbrunettelesbian.tumblr.com
Zaven1
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I breathe where you throb,
You know ; What good, alas!
Stay there if you leave me,
And live if you go away?

What is good to live, being the shadow
Of that angel who runs away?
What good is it, under the dark sky,
Being nothing but the night?

I am the flower of the walls
Which April is the only good.
It's enough that you go away
So that nothing remains.

You surround me with Aureoles;
Seeing you is my only concern.
It's enough for you to fly
So that I fly away too.

If you leave, my forehead bends;
My soul in heaven, its cradle,
Fuira, in your white hand
You hold this wild bird.

What do you want me to become
If I can not hear you?
Is it your life or mine
Who's going? I do not know.

When my storm falls,
I take you back in your pure heart;
I am like the dove
Who comes to drink at the lake of azure.

Love makes the soul understand
The universe, salubrious and blessed;
And this little flame
Only illuminates the infinite

Without you, all nature
It is no more than a closed dungeon,
Where I go to adventure,
Pale and no longer loved.

Without you, everything fades and falls;
The shadow fills my black eyebrow;
A feast is a grave,
The country is an exile.

I implore and claim you;
Do not flee from my evils,
O warbler of my soul
Who sings in my branches!

What can I want,
What can I have frightened of,
What will I do with my life?
If you are not near me?

You carry in the light,
You're in the bushes,
On one wing my prayer,
And on the other my songs.

What will I say to the fields that sail
The inconsolable pain?
What shall I do with the star?
What shall I do with the flower?

What will I say to the morose wood
What kindled your sweetness?
What will I answer to the rose
Saying, "Where is my sister? "

I shall die; Flee, if you dare.
What good is it, days gone by!
Watch all these things
That she no longer looks?

What shall I do with the lyre,
Of virtue, of destiny?
Alas! And, without your smile,
What shall I do in the morning?

What shall I do, alone, fierce,
Without you, of the day and the heavens,
From my kisses without your mouth,
And my tears without your eyes!

Victor Hugo.
« : December 17, 2016, 02:48:48 AM Zaven1 »

Thank GS for beautiful banner - Raluca my black angel <3
Kaitlyn1989
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Beautiful words Zaza. You have a gift of expression, I do apologize for posting on top of your beautiful poem. I would suggest YOU open your OWN thread and place your writings their for all to read and enjoy. I know I would, and I think I know a few others that would enjoy that too.
Thank you for sharing Zaza *hugs*



A world in flux,
changing rapidly.
Losing its Elders,
but gaining Newbies.

So much has changed,
I too have evolved.
No longer the same person,
I was when I first got involved.

Is it Fantasy?
Or is it much more?
That all depends on each person,
not why they came, but what they stayed for.

At first, it is a GAME;
FUN, superficial, not REAL.
But make that 1st connection,
then tell me how YOU really feel.

What is the difference,
between here and there?
Between Reality and Fantasy,
not that much, I must beware.

We are all so very different,
yet so much the same, its convincing.
Each of us searching,
for something inside that is missing.

I live in my head,
I see through its eyes.
Reality is what I make it,
what is my truth, what is my lie?

What makes one more real than the other?
The answer, not simple, it’ not just physical.
We are creatures with thoughts and feelings,
so when walking in two worlds, it gets quizzical.

The moment you experience “true” feelings,
your heart will convince your head it is REAL.
Then what happens next  is all up to YOU,
Can you live a duality? Or will you lose your “KEEL”

Is it a GAME?
Only if you PLAY it.
Is it much MORE?
Only if you LET it.

We all tend to dismiss,
what we do not know.
But our ignorance does not protect us,
from that which IS or becomes “REAL”

I wish ALL our friends that we have lost,
happiness and peace in ALL their worlds.

- Me
« : December 16, 2016, 11:33:06 PM Kaitlyn1989 »
Kaitlyn1989
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On the first day of Christmas I belong to my Lady Andrea.
Wrapped in nothing but my collar, silver bells and ribbon red as Sangria.

Crouching like a kitty, among gifts under the tree. 
Sniffing, listening and watching, waiting most patiently.

I wonder, when she comes, will I be her first selection?
Will she drag me from under the tree? Tug my ribbons, untie them with perfection.

With each teasing pull, she looks only at the eyes.
For my reaction as the ribbon slowly snakes between my thighs.

The look upon MY face, the excitement in HER eyes. 
That moment truly priceless, for each is each other's prize.

So tell me my little "present", tell me what you can do.
Don't miss any details, I want to know everything about you.

I look her in the eye, I lick the grin that is my lips.
"Hi, my name is Peaches, and I come with quite a list."

I come with many settings, and play with all orientations.
Just like Baskin n Robbins, I also cum in  many flavorful selections.

I chat and dance, hug and kiss.
I wiggle n jiggle, I can bring you bliss.

And when aroused? I become so hot and wet.
Quivering n convulsing. Can I CUM? omg, you bet.

Is your taste a bit more spicy?
Do you prefer a little kink?

Lick me, bite me, suck me, fuck me.
Cum on my face and tell me you LUST me.

Then take me to your Dungeon, bind  me to your cross.
Spank, flog n whip me, show me you're the boss.

And when your fun is over, melting in a pool of cum.
Hug me, spoon me. Cuddle, until you want more fun.

Merry, merry Christmas to the one I love.
Who will be my 2nd day of Christmas? who will fit that glove?
« : December 19, 2016, 09:07:14 PM Kaitlyn1989 »
Kaitlyn1989
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Andi and Kait are out on a date
strolling in Winter looking for bait.
Andi as usual dressed like a scholar,
Kait in very little other than her Collar.

Leading the way tugging on her leash,
Kait is hungry to dine on Andi’s quiche.
But first she must satisfy her Lady’s need,
craving something dark, thick n hard to feed.

Town square is busy much to her delight,
teeming with people on this Friday night.
Singles, couples, threesomes and more,
All sorts of flavors some free some whore

Kait is not picky she likes all sorts of flavor,
but this was for her Andi she needed a savior.
Glancing back and forth looking for that stud
Mentally undressing them, sizing up their spud.
 
Just when Kait is ready to give up and go to summer,
A tall dark hunk of a man shows up and is a newcomer.
Kait grins n licks her lips, this could be the one that fits,
her lady craves the newbies they’re horny and don’t quit.

Quickly changing direction Kait makes a move for her mark,
as Andi grasps her leash tighter to keep up with her shark.
The closer they get the bigger her smile the deeper her ache,
she knows her precious little slut has found some tube-steak   
Eye contact made, the play begins, Kait puts on her charm,
knowing what she wants and how to get it, there is no alarm.
Using all her ASSets as only she can it is just a matter of time,
before this STUD and his tool is giving Andi the ride of a lifetime.

The invite is offered, it is accepted quickly, then POOF off to room,
pleasantries dispensed, clothes removed, exposing his large legume.   
The ladies drop to their knees eager to feed on their catch of the day,
a two-handed beast, dark, thick and throbbing looks all ready to play.

Before digging in and devouring this cock they turn towards each other,
Kait looks to Andi for approval, Andi to Kait with eyes only for her lover. 
They kiss, they hug then turn their attention to the new guest of honor,
one that will fill ALL Andi’s needs one at a time as Kait plays conductor.


- Me ..... for you know who
ItsAmy123
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*Go Beyond The Reason To Love*




Demons of Darkness

She stood on the bridge
In silence and fear
For the demons of darkness
Had driven her here

They cut her heart
Right out of her chest
Making her believe
That the demons knew best

They were always there
Sometimes just out of sight
Waiting in the background
Till the time was right

These demons were destructive
Knocking down the life she knew
Hating everything about her
She hated herself too

These demons can't be seen
But they're far from fairy tales
They live inside your mind
Their evilness prevails

So on the bridge she stood
About to end the fight
Then she stopped and thought
I'll fight them one more night

Olivia B

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THE SECRET

She saw the address on her husband's ipad
She decided it was time to follow the cad
He swore his cheating he'd never repeat
She arrived at the bar and grabbed a seat

The room was quite dark; the wife struggled to see
Oh where, oh where could her hubby be
The lights totally shut now and then a light shone
On the star of the show which set the tone

There on the stage, in front of the crowd
Stood the man she married, looking pretty and proud
High heels and a dress, makeup and blonde hair
She wanted to shout loudly but wouldn't dare

Silent as a mouse, the Mrs. watched him perform
He impersonated Streisand but the audience was lukewarm
She saw the hurt in his eyes and it melted her heart
She stood up and cheered and his ovation did start

He looked at the woman that he had wed
Her actions spoke louder than any words could have said
She thought that he cheated but in fact he never had
His secret now revealed; he was quite glad.

They went back home and talked all night long
She had jumped to conclusions that obviously were wrong
The woman's outfit she thought belonged to his whore
Was actually his so she's not out the door

He never admitted he liked to dress up
Like a lady including a bra with a B cup
Other than that, he was totally all male
Their marriage lasted long and that ends this tale
HotBlooded
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THE LADY OF THE NIGHT


She slips on lace panties and matching brassiere
Her legs long and shapely, her pantyhose sheer
Cleavage appears with her blouse cut so low
Skirt and high heels on, she's ready to go

She walks to a street, crowded with bars
Ready for Johns to come by in their cars
She asks as they pass if they'd like to have fun
"Not now baby, I really must run."

Finally a guy she stops says okay
She knows where to fuck so she leads the way
They go to a room, with a bed that looks worn
The sheets look quite dirty and partly torn

He hands her the money, they agreed to upfront
He makes it quite clear that he wants to lick cunt
Suck my dick," he demands she does first
She strips naked and prepares for the worst

After unzipping his pants, he pulls out his cock
In no time at all, it'll be hard like a rock
Licking the shaft and circling his prick's head
She deep throats to his balls and they're off to bed

She lays spread eagle; he gets between her thighs
He eats her wet pussy and his rod gets a rise
They change positions; she squats over his face
He slowly licks her slit; it's not a race

Her twat is flowing, from all her cum
Dripping down her legs, he drinks up some
Shifting again, he's now flat on his back
She's riding his rod while he's fondling her rack

She moves up and down, on his throbbing manhood
She could last an hour but doubts that he could
He's groaning quite loudly and ready to explode
When he has his release, it will be a huge load

He finally shoots into the condom he wore
He zips up his jeans and heads out the door
She puts on her clothes, the lady of the night
She leaves the motel room and shuts off the light


ItsAmy123
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*Go Beyond The Reason To Love*




If Your Walls Could Speak

If your walls could speak,
Would they talk about us
And the things we've done,
As silent they've stood witness?

Would they tell of how
You've anxiously turned me to face them,
Impatiently shoving against,
As soon as I've stepped through your door...

Your left hand holding my neck firmly,
The right dropping my defenses to my ankles,
Fingers exploring realms,
Soaking in delight?

Would they express how you've made me squirm,
And burn with an uncontrollable desire;
How I've moaned for you to go deep inside,
With swelling lips begging to be hushed?

Would they disclose how you force me to the floor,
Down on all fours,
While I've whimpered and writhed,
Like a dog, begging for more?

And of how I've pleaded with you,
To drive in from behind,
As they've watched without a sound,
Us imitating two animals in a mating ritual?

Would they voice how you've raised me from the ground,
Thighs straddling your waist,
As you slipped inside, legs wrapped around,
For a ride to your bedroom,

Leaving them to wonder what comes next?

ItsAmy123
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*Go Beyond The Reason To Love*




She was a ship who'd never sailed
With half a heart tied to the shore,
The other to an anchor
To drown its hopes of having more,
But still the waves washed in the whispers
Of a world beyond the beach,
Through when she begged them for their stories
They danced back away from the reach,
"The secrets of the sea," they said
"You must learn on your own,
But it's true there are many horizons
Than the only one you've known,
So when the day comes where the sunsets
All begin to look the same,
And it feels like you could call
Each single shell for miles by name,
You will know there's no more treasure
That this patch of sea can give,
And a head buried in the sand
Is not a worthwhile way to live,
So pack the things that it has taught you
In your chest, pressed to your heart,
And know for things to drift together
Sometimes others must drift apart."

~e.h

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