Snippet from work in progress

[StillStunned]

(From "The Star of Africa", inspired by rewatching "Romancing the Stone", and intended to read like a 19th century adventure story)

The breeze that had carried us this far abandoned us as we approached the shore, and the stifling heat of the tropics crept over the ship. With it came the sounds of land: shouts from the dock, cries of birds from the dense greenery beyond, and overlaying it all the throbbing sound of drums.

The Tranquility’s grizzled first mate came to stand beside me at the rail, mopping at his forehead. “No place for a lady, Miss Grey, if you don’t mind me saying so.”

“I haven’t minded before, Mr Kerr,” I replied. In truth I was becoming tired of his warnings. His Scottish brogue was thickest when his words were laden with doom, his dark brows drawn down over his long face.

Yet I had determined to face this journey with boldness, and I saw no reason to share his gloom. So I ignored his repeated grumblings, and concentrated instead on taking in the scene before me.

After the long miles of desolation on our voyage down Africa’s coast, it was as if we had discovered an entirely new world. Although the outpost was isolated and only very small, the row of warehouses along the shore held a stately dignity, and the mansions beyond promised the comfort that I’d missed during my long weeks at sea.

Further back was a dense ring of forest, but towards the horizon the land rose in a plain dotted with tall hills. A spark of light caught my eye, nearly blinding me, and I traced the line of a river creeping back as far as I could see.

My musings, and Mr Kerr’s prophecies of disaster, were interrupted by a halloo from below. A boat had pulled up alongside, and as I peered down I heard my name being called. “Charlotte, is that you? What in Heaven’s name have you done with your hair?”

It was my brother Harry, his face turned up to mine. It was browner than the last time I’d seen him, seven years before, and happier too.

I made my farewells to the captain while my luggage was being lowered and, ignoring Mr Kerr’s mutterings, clambered down the ladder to fall gracelessly into the small boat.

Harry caught me and swept me up in a hug. “As clumsy as ever, Charlie. But it’s good to see you!”

 

[lovecraft68]

Just started this a few minutes ago, "My Friend's Hot Mom is a porn star"

I think the friend's mom/sister/neighbor etc is a porn star is one of those tried and true tropes that if you write long enough you need to take your swing at.

“New release! Her son’s hot friend, “Sex Education” is now live on Milf Mania!”

Logan read the title of the notification on his phone, then after glancing up to make sure Kris was still engrossed in whatever he was looking at on his laptop across the table from him, clicked to see the full message.

“Morgan Cox has a problem, her son needs a tutor, but she can’t afford to pay one, at least not in cash.”

Logan glanced quickly at the small collage of pictures which featured a nerdy looking guy in glasses holding a textbook with an overly dramatic look of shock on his face as Morgan Cox had her hand under the book and on his crotch.

Of course, the ‘nerd’ in the next frame with his clothes off looked like he lived at the gym and hung like a horse.

A good portion of that cock was buried in the mouth of Morgan Cox, a smoking hot blonde milf who had rapidly become Logan’s go to inspirations when it came to jacking off, something he’d been doing a lot more since Jen had bailed on him to ‘see other people’

 

[NaughteeDragon]

This is from a Mature piece I'm writing about a wife using sex to motivate her husband to lose weight.

He thought for a minute. Glancing over at her before returning his eyes to the road. “I’ll… do my best.” He would support her, but changing his own habits, giving up his own favorites, that would be hard. He’d never been really been successful over the long term when they’d done this in the past. As soon as he figured out how to “work” the Weight Watchers system, all of his progress had been lost. Paleo had sounded like a cool idea he could get behind, but giving up processed carbs had been too much, and he had cheated more than he didn’t.

“I know it won’t be easy, honey. But we have to do this. I saw the report from your last physical. Your A1C was pushing 6, and your cholesterol numbers were atrocious. I know you’re also supposed to go back next month to have your testosterone levels checked again because you’re below normal.” She raised his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers. “Weight and age are inversely proportionate to testosterone production.” She kissed him again. “I’d like us to enjoy each other like we did before the kids, now that it’s just the two of us again.” She put his hand back on her thigh, then covered it with her dress.

He let his hand rest on the smooth material of pantyhose. He brushed his hand back and forth a bit, wondering if she’d get mad if he just tore them open instead of carefully… His hand froze as his pinky brushed over something bumpy. He stroked his pinky over it and realized it was lacy. He gave his wife a sidelong glance as he tried to keep an eye on the traffic in front of them. She grinned as he moved his hand up a bit higher and felt the bare flesh of her inner thigh.

 

[PennyThompson]

This is from a Mature piece I'm writing about a wife using sex to motivate her husband to lose weight.

He thought for a minute. Glancing over at her before returning his eyes to the road. “I’ll… do my best.” He would support her, but changing his own habits, giving up his own favorites, that would be hard. He’d never been really been successful over the long term when they’d done this in the past. As soon as he figured out how to “work” the Weight Watchers system, all of his progress had been lost. Paleo had sounded like a cool idea he could get behind, but giving up processed carbs had been too much, and he had cheated more than he didn’t.

“I know it won’t be easy, honey. But we have to do this. I saw the report from your last physical. Your A1C was pushing 6, and your cholesterol numbers were atrocious. I know you’re also supposed to go back next month to have your testosterone levels checked again because you’re below normal.” She raised his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers. “Weight and age are inversely proportionate to testosterone production.” She kissed him again. “I’d like us to enjoy each other like we did before the kids, now that it’s just the two of us again.” She put his hand back on her thigh, then covered it with her dress.

He let his hand rest on the smooth material of pantyhose. He brushed his hand back and forth a bit, wondering if she’d get mad if he just tore them open instead of carefully… His hand froze as his pinky brushed over something bumpy. He stroked his pinky over it and realized it was lacy. He gave his wife a sidelong glance as he tried to keep an eye on the traffic in front of them. She grinned as he moved his hand up a bit higher and felt the bare flesh of her inner thigh.

Chubby older married couple get swole and sexy together? Intriguing and educational