Recently in 25 Words or Less Category
[Note: I'm on vacation in what may be very limited internet service so this is a pre-recorded and (I very much hope!) a self-publishing post. I may not have much opportunity to reply to comments but you're comments are still very welcome. I'll reply as soon as I can. You're some of the best commenters in the blogsphere so you're always welcome to respond spiritedly but respectfully to each other's comments while I'm away. --fl]
Things I love about boxer shorts:
Useless fly
That lets in curious fingers.
Wide legs
Wide enough for an exploring hand.
But mostly,
You underneath!
(25 words)
[A regular commenter, P. Burke, left this 25-word post after my 25-Words-or-Less meditation on women's underwear. She says she's pretty much on hiatus with her blog and agreed to let me post it here instead. --fl]
Wonderful how your undies look stretched tight
Around your hips, yes, or
Around your thighs, or
Around your knees, and
Especially
Around your ankles
(24 words)
In the middle of so many hard words it's surprising to discover: Indoctrination aside, sitting side by side people are suspiciously soft. And subversively warm! (25 words)
Siren, catching me by my ears
Bound me to my mast
Her voice ringing my unstopped ears
She sang "Look"
Maddening my eyes
With hers
Whenever she reaches under the counter
Her top falls open
Just as her hair falls off her shoulder
To block all light
(22 Words)
Via the Movie Quote Generator at TheSurrealist.co.uk (their tagline "less funny the more you reload.)
Figleaf? We ain't got no figleaf!
We don't need no figleaf!
I don't have to show you any stinking figleaf!
(20 Words)
[Via Ravenously Searching --fl]
My hand rests softly against your skin, heating the curves where hip meets spine. Held there when we danced. Back to begin a different dance.
(25 words)
You first broke the ribbons
and then broke the thread
so that's why there's rope
on each post of the bed
(21 words)
Ever notice how masturbation and sex with others scratches such different itches there's hardly any overlap? More of one doesn't mean less of the other. (25 words)
(Inspired by an even shorter post by Kate of Kate's World.)
So the other day I ressurected an extremely short (non-poetic) story form based on the question "What turns you on in 25 words or less?" (See previous examples) and got a pleasant surprise: contributions from readers!
I like the form a lot because you only have room to communicate the bones of an erotic idea and that leaves readers free to let their imaginations, and their own preferences, fill in the rest.
From Cathy
For seven years my eyes had not seen and my ears had not heard the message your goodbye kiss sent straight through to my toes. (25 words)
From E
The sound of your voice saying my name, intimately close yet miles away, like an ephemeral touch of your fingers on my skin. (23 words)
And from P. Burke
He asked me to hit him, so I did. It left a bright red mark. Years later, I suspect he still masturbates to that memory. (25 words)
Feel free to chime in either here in comments or elsewhere.
Update -- contributions from comments here.
From Danielle
At our goodbye, he kissed my cheek, hugged me, let his hand linger at my hip longer than entirely appropriate. I savored the sweet frisson. (25 words)
From Cathy
I notice your strong hands and thighs and imagine my bare bottom rising to meet your spanks, humping the invisible cock to relieve the sting. (25 words)
From Tambopaxi
My god! The way she looked at me! I felt a warmth in my chest and a tightness in my pants. (21 words)
From E
Dream of my mouth on you: the last thing you say as we part. Lonely, I catch my breath and am wet in an instant. (25 words)
Driving through downtown. Two businesswomen on the corner, plainly dressed, clearly strangers, waiting for the light. One checking out the other's ass with smokey-eyed intent. (25 words)
[Note: Even after a lovely Father's Day weekend I'm totally writer's blocked on about 17 half-finished... and maybe unfinishable... posts. It didn't help that I had 101 errands to run today either. On the other hand I realize it's been maybe a year since I've done one of my "what turns you on, in 25-words or less" posts and I did have an intriguing inspiration this afternoon. --fl]
[I don't really rent episodes of the adventure show Lost for the romance but goodness I saw a doozie of a romantic moment between the not-yet enigmatic Lock and an anger-management therapist in one of their flashback scenes on DVD last night. --fl]
AMT: ...besides, I like bald men.
John Lock (looking baffled): But I'm not bald.
AMT: I can wait.
(17 words)
On a clothing optional beach in British Columbia, a young woman playing guitar, her profiled breast kissing it's mirror image on the polished back. (24 words)
... blouse swept from your shoulders to my lap, your exploring
hands pressed bold claim, flagging the hidden ridgeline of
my cock with half-unbuttoned seafoam green. (25 words)
The original challenge goes like this: "The game is that you write a D/s, kinky or sexy haiku -- write one, write a dozen -- it's up to you. What is a haiku you ask? It is verse form having three lines of five, seven, and five syllables."
I don't usually respond to tags. But since I have no ear for haiku, and since Miss Syl of put me in her tag list, *and* since I haven't written many 25-words-or-less posts lately, I thought I'd tackle it with my preferred short form.
Hmm. D/s or kinky? How about kinky D/s instead?
- Bound high on tiptoes, muscles straining, chest and ass striped and bruised, spent and quivering. Your shy smile thanks me. Then you undo my bonds. (25)
- What are you doing, figleaf?!? "Well, it's sensuous when I stroke your body with a single feather. It's kinky when I use a whole duck." (25)
- "What am I stroking you with? Lipstick. Here. And here. And... here." (12)
- Come kneel across my lap. Lower your skirt and panties. This will be harder than you're used to. I'll only stop... if you stop counting. (25)
I won't tag anyone else but you're more than willing to post own haiku or 25-words-or-less entries on your own blog or in comments.
A partner I can carry up to bed or lift onto the kitchen counter for a late-night snack without hurting my back, or her arms. (25 words)
[Or one who could do the same to me.]
Everybody has unconscious barriers isolating us from others in our lives. Who knew incredible beauty could be so tough? I’m glad we met online. (25)
In a burger-joint line a short-legged man arms around a long-legged woman, his belt not even reaching her butt. Sex standing up must be effortless. (25, barely)
Chilly woman in jeans and short winter jacket. Waiting for her car. Jiggling her heels to stay warm moved her butt subtly but *very* sexily. (25 words)
Find me sleeping deeply? Face down, one knee up, under a thin sheet? Soft balls? Morning erection? Only one way to find out. From behind? (25 words.)
A ski hill on a warm day? People there are more fit and healthy than average. Half zipped ski suits are unexpectedly revealing. Who
knew? (25 words)
Let it gently spill from your lips back over your hands and my softening cock. Or swallow. Hurry though... I need to kiss you now! (25 words)
Update: I don't usually update 25-words posts but SD of Salacious Desires has a wonderfully appropriate post that complements this one very nicely.
I hate to be the bearer of bad news but some guys just don't cum during oral, it's a pity and all but that's the breaks. All that fretting and un-needed pain isn't necessary. Don't worry about it. Making him cum shouldn't be the main focus, there are other ways to achieve that. Just enjoy him... his taste... his feel... his smell... Showing him that you appreciate, adore and love his cock is more than enough. I swear. I wouldn't steer you wrong.
Read her whole post here.
I don't always come from fellatio but it always feels wonderful. Don't crick your neck or crack your jaw trying. Come up for that kiss instead. There are other ways... (If I was counting that would be over the limit at 30 words. Instead, in this case, the thought counts, not the words.)
Woman on the ferry, pretty tight t-shirt and long coral branchlet necklace sliding side to side across her breasts at nipple-line. (21 words)
I don't have a lot of chest so I wouldn't get as much contact but it would have felt nice on *my* nipples. It certainly looked nice.
Lie back. Touch yourself. Let me help with just a bit of pressure... here, with this... just inside... here. Close your eyes, I'll keep watch. (25 words)
Making out in the back of a mini-van, seats down. There's a reason you never see "if I'm rockin' don't come knocking" stickers on Corvettes. (25 words)
Toweling away gel she giggles "Now I look like a twelve-year-old girl." As strong, womanly thighs open for wet kisses I say "No, you don't." (25)
Rear entry, both facing up. Her head arched so we can kiss, breasts out, knees wide. My hands free. Not much leverage but tactile nirvana. (25 words)
Waking naked, together, in an old flannel sleeping bag, to see the arrow of discarded clothes pointing all the way down the dry leafy slope. (25 words)
Teenage girls at the park, old enough for clear mad love for each other, young enough to role-play something about hobbits.
Following up on my rosemary post and based on an intelligent comment by Venting Housewife here's something more appropriate for the season.
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It's getting towards the time of year my partner and I lay side by side for an hour in a field of dry grass on a low mountain top as the first light snow of the season fell around us leaving two bare silhouettes behind when we left. (50 words)
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The outlines were the only thing that was bare by the way. It was too cold for us to be bare and we were still very early on in our relationship, to early to have done more than kiss... endlessly. The shapes in the snow were joined at the heads. And that's such a nice memory and so in keeping with the philosophy (if not the word count) of my 25-words-or-less posts I'm putting it here anyway.
Daydreams of lying with my partner in a field with tender, crushed fresh rosemary leaves for a bed. (18 words)
Have I mentioned this? A soft dress that unbuttons from collar to hem. White panties.
Front-closing bra. A hundred more kisses after each button. (25)
A while ago I said
Hearing one roommate tell another that, consumating a crush, she had just had anal sex with her professor because they had no birth control. (25)
That was part one. Here's part two:
Also that she'd thought it was really erotic and they did it standing up in the Ag School stables after a mare and stallion mated. (25 more)
And finally, here's part three:
One year later she asked me and then I learned what it was like to come in her pudding soft, butter slickened, and seatbelt tight ass. (25)
A while ago I said
Hearing one roommate tell another that, consumating a crush, she had just had anal sex with her professor because they had no birth control. (25)
That was part one. Here's part two:
Also that she'd thought it was really erotic and they did it standing up in the Ag School stables after a mare and stallion mated. (25 more)
When she comes home after a heavy workout, or after scoring a soccer goal and a beer after? That works for me. (22 words)
How come I'm comfortable saying "I fucking love you" but too inhibited to say "I love fucking you" when a partner and I are fucking?
She enters the cafe, wincing as she sits. Were I he I'd have soothed her stinging stripes with lotion and two kinds of cream. (24)
Update: In comments Claire, who I think is temporarily on hiatus from CliffNotes, adds
If I were she, I’d have traced those stripes with my finger, memorizing, then yours, reinforcing, before cooling with salve, all the while smiling inside.(25)
My 25 Words or Less idea is starting to catch on but I'm starting to get a little bit nervous.
In the original post I said "...the 25 words or less stricture is kind of cool. It's easier than haiku and a lot more fun. Try it."
It's really cool that people are starting to write their own but we need to find a better name for it than "haiku" since those have a poetic structure as formal as limericks, and afficianados are just as particular about what does and doen't qualify.
To avoid invoking their ire I'll continue to call it 25 Word or Less but if anyone can suggest a catchier name I'm all ears.
Meanwhile, VS of Dilemmas of a Virgin Sluth as produced a very stirring entry that comes in at a perfect twenty-five words.
"Get on you knees then, my little secretary. Before you do, hike up your skirt. Which is harder: the cold tiles, or my hot cock?"
And Wilma of Fred and Wilma's Fun has temporarily redeemed me with the following actual haiku
He kissed me there
Wantonly, I submit to him
Love was made by us.Down on the wood floor
Fucked with reckless passion
You cum all over me.Put it inside me
Ram me with all of your might
Ejaculation.
Meanwhile:
Kids were yelling "Hold your breath, hold your breath!" Under water one mom's shifting top revealed small brown, pebble-hard nipples. I held my breath. (25 words)
Update:
Demon Queen and Demon King of Realm of the Demon Queen has written their first 25 words or less stories.
VS pointed out Mon of Rentboy Diaries has his own variation on the theme. For instance see here and here.
Freya of Book of Dreams has given us a nice one.
Spooned together, eyes closed, hearts pounding, feigning sleep
while a cabin mate stumps past you towards
the bathroom. And when the coast is clear... (24 words)
The woman with the elementary-schoolteacher face and hair walking to get a newspaper at the local grocery store early on a Sunday morning, wearing a gray waffle-knit t-shirt with the collar torn out, surgical pants with the torn out waistband and rolled down to hip-hugger length, and pretty clearly nothing else except a large celtic tattoo on the small of her back, one of those quarter-inch thick jade earrings you can't wear unless you've dilated your earlobes, a tan, and one of those naturally large breasted, tiny assed, ripply-abdomen physiques that aren't supposed to appear in nature but occasionally do.
Way more than 25 words but none of my teachers ever seemed so unselfconsciously casually non-flouncingly lovely. Sure, she was very pretty, but that's not what prompted me to post this.
Hearing one roommate gleefully tell another that, consumating a crush, she had just had anal sex, outdoors, with a new partner because she was ovulating. (25 words)
The orthodontist's open floor plan. Three reclining women in snug pants and peasant blouses, open mouths being gently probed by dainty gloved fingers. (23 words)
[note: this one's from a four or five years back when the braces I wore were adjusted once a month. --fl]
Mature woman wearing a sensible dress buying ice cream for her kids. A shift of sunlight reveals curves and thong glowing under starched blue gauze. (25 words)
Visiting a friend. Through their neighbor's bedroom window, in an otherwise very tidy room, an antique mirror stands at the foot of her single bed. (25 words)
Noticing someone's breasts moving under her suit jacket as she runs across the street. Noticing she's watch them too with a surprised inward smile. (24 words)
On one of the discussion groups I read heavily before I started this blog one of the topics was "What Gets You Horney? (In 25 Words or Less.)"
It seemed like a tough question. Is it (1) what gets you horny to start with? Or (2) what gets you more horny when you're already in the mood? Or (3) what can take you over the top when you're nearly there?
First case:
While driving her home the sitter asks out of the blue if it's wrong for a high-school senior to have a crush on someone older. (25 words)
Second case:
You're kissing your partner's shoulders and breasts and out of the blue she asks if you'd ever want to try a threeway with the sitter. (25 words)
Third case:
You're making passionate love with your partner and out of the blue you feel first the sitter's lips, and then her breasts on your back. (25 words)
Without context it's hard to answer in 25 words or less and of course the great thing about sex is there are so many contexts -- many of which do not involve the sitter :-)
Actually the 25 words or less stricture is kind of cool. It's easier than haiku and a lot more fun. Try it.
Update:
By the way, I can imagine what it would be like to be invited to have a threeway with, or be joined in a threeway with my partner and a high-school senior (or college freshman, I'm not prejudiced :-)). It would certainly make me horny, but since it's never happened can only imagine it.
Of course imagining it makes me horny. Oops, that's only seven words! :-)
Even more important update:
In comments DTG of Pussy Talk reminded me that most babysitters are underage. Ewww! (I discuss my philosophical and moral aversion to sex with the underaged here.)
