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At the masquerade ball she searched for the disguise he described to her earlier but found no less than 6 identical masked men all dressed alike.

“She tugged the satin bow undone, only to face the box’s puzzling contents: a thumbdrive, lipstick, two small binder clips and a carefully folded note from her lover.”

“What exactly do you want,” he asked. “Whatever you do. Surprise me,” she whispered.

“…triple word score makes 45. Hand it over!” As she undid her bra she struggled to recall whose bright idea it had been to play strip Scrabble.

Wind whipped through her long hair as dusk descended; the bare limbed trees loomed as dark sentinals over the gate to the park’s entrance. She shivered in fear.

The next stripper surveyed the ‘crowd’. An old drunk who had been there since her first show 4 hours before, 2 lipstick lesbos and on gyno row, 3 frat boys. “Show us yer tits”, they hollered as she ascended the stairs to the stage.

Walking the tracks, she found the right spot and unfurled a large wool blanket upon the ballast and leaves. The smell of grease and creosote coated cross ties was pungent.

The full moon shone eerily through the tinted casement. Outside the window, incredibly, a man clung to the wall - pale as the moonlight itself, with hair black as the night. His eyes seemed to glow red when the moon touched them. He was dressed in black trousers and boots, with a white ruffled shirt, and for all the concern he displayed, he might have been sitting comfortably at his own hearth.

Oopsie… that was probably longer than 30 words….

As she staggered to the shower to help her lover wash off the sticky combination of cum and lube, she heard the front door open and reflected that her night might not be over yet.

I’d had sex before. I mean, obviously, I’m 30 years old, of course I’d had sex before. But I’ve never had sex before like this…

Light crept under the blinds giving substance to the room. From where she lay, bound of course, she could see her luggage stacked neatly in the corner. Cheerful whistling and the aroma of bacon drifted from what she assumed to be the kitchen.

She watched from the rail as he sang to her. The heat and the pounding music making her body tremble. Their eyes locked through the haze. One perfect drop of his sweat fell on her cheek and she felt her juices flow.

Living under a bridge may not give one a trendy address, but it does provide one with incredible night vision. In the darkness, his eyes roamed her curves, and his loians roared in approval.

First to arrive, last to leave. Tonight, she needed something more. She killed all the lights, and walked to her corner office. She smiled, and then picked up the phone….

It was just a clipping inside the envelope. No name, no phone number. Just a clipping torn from the local alternative newspaper. Her eyes widened as she read the advertisement…

Her hand drifted to the soft curve of her pregnant belly. “Wakamezake?” she repeated, slowly, puzzled by the foreign word.

Once upon a time, there was a rabbit, a bicycle, and me. This is a love story.

She wakes up from her well deserved slumber, still tired after a night of wild romping. He is not by her side.
On the pillow is a note…

Facing down on the satin sheets, each limb handcuffed to a corner of the bed, he could not have been in a more powerless position…or more erotic.

I heard Esther walking, saw her backlit by the sun through her floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city. Her sundew plant collection stretched various tentacles outward, seeking nourishment.

Tied to the prowl of the ship, she got wetter and wetter with each wave, the bastard was torturing her,she thought she saw a tentacle in the water below …

He was completely helpless, as the entrancing witch descended upon his throbbing cock, her long black hair tickled his leg as she sucked and teased

Okay, just for AAG -

As she drove past the ironically uncheery “Welcome to Arkham!” sign, the car died, beside a large lake, black at this rainy hour. Wet and mad, which would also prove ironic.

Ann started to wake as she was dreaming of being tied down on a operating table. There were tentacles all around her. She was bathed in an odd light and a slight haze. She got out of bed and looked in the mirror. A cold sweat came over as she realized it had not been a dream

I was bent forward, my lips pressed to his pubic hair, my mouth and throat full of cock, when I heard the door open.

As we fell through the air, parachutes bringing us down slowly, I felt my instructors hands squeeze my breasts. I may not have signed up for THIS but…

She needed some air and we stopped

Eyes closed breathing hard

I could feel her pulse where we where melted together

Outside the moon shined into the window

Time stood still

Although Ariel had never really liked Ursula, it was Saturday night and they were alone in the oyster bed …

The brush shattered into dusk as the powerful hunter burst his way through the twigs and branches his beautiful nymph quarry had so simple melted through. He needed to catch her…

I’ve tied you to the bed with scarves of satin, you are naked and exposed. I have allowed you to wear nothing but makeup, and jewelry… including your collar.

“Oh yes, tear me with your animatronic claws,” she screamed, “put your tyrannosaurus cock inside me!!”

Wow. That link … wow. Just wow. Thank you. Made my day! –aag

Everyday he sat behind his regulation assistant principal’s desk shuffling papers and occasionally sneaking a furtive glance at her through the door to the outer office. If only…

Seeing Rachel smile reduced Tess to stammering like a child. “I’m s-s-sorry,” she began, as her aroused genitals exposed themselves like Medusa at the hems of her jeans.

She pressed the peach against her cheek and felt its bloom. She smelt its scent and stroked it with parted lips, savoured it then sacrificed its flesh to her desire.

She stood at the window nude, the warm sea breeze teasing her hair.. he came walking softly and pushed his hands around her nude soft waist…

Well, nitebyrd, I’ve never been in an oyster bed, but there was this one time with a girl…

He came into her apartment and did what he does everyday. Clean it. He placed his coat on the coat rack, walked into the kitchen, and gasped. She was fucking his boyfriend on the counter.

“Just because we’re waiting to be intimate before marriage doesn’t mean we can’t talk about the things we want,” Evangeline said, with a coy smile on her chaste lips.

“You have 10 minutes” he said. “Find me the 10 most phallic things in this house.” I looked at him quizzically. He was serious. “Oh yes,” he added with a firm smack to my ass “and they can’t be sex toys”.

randi: i know at least TWO thirty year old virgins…

and for aag

i watched, awestruck in the dim light, as the glow in the dark tentacle slid up my leg toward my dripping pussy. how had my lover found such a thing?

“Laid out: stilettos, stockings, skimpy white lace trimmed black dress, padded bra, apron ready to be tied in a feminine bow.

I would provide the costume, that was the arrangement…”

(I love this artist’s work, but too many tentacles for me in this one: http://grigbertz.com/gallery/odd/kim/sketches/kim-ether-blob-150.jpg.html )

and one for you AAG:

It was slimy and firm, she could tell that much by the way it slid between her labia. It must have been an inch thick, but it tapered to a delicate point that flicked over her clit. “my tongue is getting tired” Jessie said…

To run into her here, lusty and wild, looking at him in way she never had before, it wasn’t at all what he’d planned, what he’d imagined. It was considerably better.

This is my 30 word submission:

The dark engulfed me as I stared up at the night sky. I lay naked and exposed, I feel the cold touch of a gloved hand on my pale thigh.

However I liked it better like this but it was 34 words:

The dark engulfed me as I stared up at the night sky. I lay naked and exposed; I feel the cold touch of a gloved hand on my pale thigh, my body trembles in….

Upon returning from the restroom she leaned in to kiss me. I immediately tasted feminine juices on her lips. She smiled, whispering in my ear, “the service here is excellent”.

She woke abruptly, to the clank of a spotlight, and her startled eyes roamed the ring of tiers around her, shadowed by the blinding light. Her bound body nude against the rough ground, she struggled weakly, and the scent of sawdust filled her nose.

Henry stepped out of the bathroom, naked. All eight tentacles quivered as he spotted a feathered sword laying on the nightstand. He looked into his eye, and said “Hello, sailor”…

Tentatively tentacular, probably more inside the box than out, but hey: it’s 30 words of equal opportunity for multiple-appendage fans.

“She shuddered with horror and lust. A tentacle in her ass throbbed and bulged. Another gripped her throat tightly. Something sucked the hot, thick juice of her cunt. Her nipples …”

I wandered through the Halloween party, tipsy with one too many drinks and ready to get laid. I found my masked lover and shoved him into the nearest bedroom.

The rain pounded down. Her breasts were breathtaking through the drenched silk in the moonlight. We found an old boat house to take cover in. She slowly unzipped…

She stands with her nose against the glass. These feelings… She doesn’t understand. Maybe it’s the thought of those suction cups on her clit… an octopus… would she? Could she?