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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: April 29, 2019, 11:44:57 PM »
I've g half an entry ready. Hoping to finish tomorrow.

Come on, give it your all please! It'd be a huge difference, from 3 stories to 4!! I just posted mine in, so you can do it!!

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Submission Thread
« on: April 29, 2019, 11:15:12 PM »
Ok, I also can't believe my first contribution in months is going to be an erotica, and I also can't believe it's a totally fresh second draft and I still didn't manage to make it a loving, consensual thing.
For those who'd rather have a spoiler to have a clear idea of what I mean by that :
Spoiler for Hiden:
There is no actual sex, but a literal "mind fuck", that happens as a defence mechanism against someone, so no it's not consensual, more like smoke and mirrors, but the receiving person wasn't there for that, so I assume it would qualify as assault in some way.
However my second ever short story was a lot more disturbing than this, just way darker in every aspect, and received a silly amount of likes, so I'm sure this'll be ok.

I think it falls in the outskirts of the horror genre... And I'm afraid this is more a story with sex rather than a story to take to bed to up your temperature, but whatever, glad to be back in the game.

1500 words : To Kill A Mimic

Spoiler for Hiden:
"I know you said vampires don't exist, but that door screams "Vampire Lord" like nothing I've ever seen."

Agent Lee is right.
Made of thick oak barely distinguishable under the slew of iron wrought in gaudy baroque motifs, each panel is further adorned with a knocker in the shape of a wolf head biting on a thick metal ring. The doors would be more at home on a Carpathian castle, albeit a small one, and are plain wrong on the facade of this otherwise all-American summer home in the forested feet of Mt. Rainer.

"What do we do then," Lee asks, "I don't see any doorbells."

I smile back at the young man. I assumed a military type like him, freshly transferred at the Institute, would be more frazzled on his first serious mission.

"There'll be a back door. Not seen an American house without one. But let's gear up first," I say, opening my backpack. "These doors, it's exactly the sort of nostalgic bullshit you can expect from a Mimic. They drag old mementoes around in Europe too."

I gesture for agent Lee to approach, handing him a thickly braided headband. Several charms are weaved through the strands, and I point at the ones that should be on his brow, and how the heavy, blood-red sequins should fall behind his ears, in a pale imitation of my own warding.
I pass my fingers over my hair, festooned as it is with many sequins and knotted wards made of my own beaded braids.

"This isn't the latest European fashion," I explain, "It's the bare minimum you should wear when you want to slay a Mimic. We'll go over the symbolism on the ride back to base, but the idea is that none of the wards of the Abrahamic religions will work. Mimics are old Europe, which is why they rarely cross the ocean. They're monsters we inherited from the Celts and Norse, before Jesus showed up."

Lee nods dutifully. All this was in his briefing, along with instructions on how to kill the target, if I failed.

"If a Mimic crawls into your mind without any wards, it will take the shape of a loved one and become your cuckoo child, taking over your entire life as your need to care for it overrides everything that made you you. So wear the silly bandana and stay behind me."

Lee nods again, wide-eyed now.

"Can you cure it?"

"Yeah, it goes away if  the Mimic dies, but see, they don't reproduce. They're an endangered species, and each one of them is over two millennia old, so you can imagine the success rate of surviving a Mimic encounter..." seeing Lee's crumpling face, I hurry to add: "with the wards on, at worst it'll hit you with suggestions. It doesn't really like the sun either, it'll be weak and asleep."

We make our way around the house, Agent Lee scanning the space professionally, a firm hand on his gun. The garden is wild, tall grasses hiding the rotten teeth of a once-upon-a-time fence. The garage's door rusted shut at a slight angle, offering a home to raccoons or foxes. There is a porch at the back, and a motorbike under a rain cover.
Inside the house everything is dusty, and the lounge is a tidal wave of trash. Like the mimic lost its latest host but hasn't moved on yet. The lack of body makes me wonder if it cared enough to bury them. They do that sometimes, especially if they live in populated areas and have to pass for the neighbours.
I whisper these remarks as we go.

"No one's using that bedroom," Lee says.

"No, expect Mimics underground."

"In a house like this–" but he chokes on his words as we reach the kitchen. "What's this! A root cellar?"

I smile to myself, pleased. In all likelihood this is a Mimic bedchamber. It takes us some time to work on the hinges, but soon enough we're peering down a dirt-walled tunnel that slopes into darkness. I light up my torch and bat away Lee's flustered hands.

"Ladies first."

"Agent Ayre–"

I slip in without a word. Before now, we had clues. Good enough to fly me over from Europe. But now I have certainties, and Lee is just a kid who's not even cased a ghoul nest yet. I gesture for silence as we step into a smallish room, ever-so-slightly lit by slanted shards of light. I run my fingers on the ceiling, and sure enough, it is made of dry planks of wood.

"We're under the bedroom" I whisper.

In front of us lays a stone altar, for lack of a better word. A rectangular slab of cold granite with a depression in its centre, perfect for housing a slumbering Mimic dreaming of druid groves and damp stone cairns.

"Is that it?" Lee asks. "It's so... It's beautiful."

"You must have similar tastes to the previous host," I reply, unsheathing my dagger. It's made of iron and carved with runes. A very old piece of work, part of a small collection that gets passed around the exclusive club of people at the Institute who have the credentials to hunt Mimics.
I kneel next to the stone, looking down on the sleeping beauty in it, with its chiselled jaws, sculpted nose, lips full of character, and long blond hair begging to be caressed. My dagger is poised to sink in those lies.

Then its hand is on mine. I start, and our eyes meet.
His smile makes my chest ache. I've been away so long, yet he loves me still, was waiting for me all this time!
His touch raises the hair at the nape of my neck as he travel up my arms, my shoulders, to cup my face and bring it down to his. When our lips touch I can hear the dull pumping of my blood in my ears, feel the pulse in my throat.

A terrible craving blooms inside of me.

I grab his silky blond hair in hungry fistfuls, I bite at his lips, moan at his retaliations. His fingers leave trails of fire as they travel back down, coaxing my clothes out of the way and pressing me against the length of him.
I've long stopped thinking, surrendering to my senses, making decisions based on the shivers of my skin, the throbbing at my core. He's already naked under me, his moon-kissed skin almost glowing, I trace the golden trail of his hair, from his chest and down his hard belly, to wrap around his penis.
I could play with him, tease and caress, but this isn't that kind of sex, not today. Instead I guide him inside me, knowing the fit will be perfect. As he slides in, his hands grip my thighs and start the precise dance of up and downs that quickly take me beyond myself.
Every stroke inside of me like a perfect note in an ode to pleasure, and I've turned into a harp in the hands of a maestro.

When I come, I think I scream, and I know for sure that I cry. That is a quirk that panicked a few of my more talented lovers in the past. Many feared they'd hurt me, but my lover now laughs happily at the sight of my tears, and still his chest rumbles when I lay my head against it.

Then, finally, he speaks to me.

"Please don't go like that again. I missed you so."

There is a clink in my mind, like a stone hitting the glass panel of my subconscious.

"If only you'd stay–"

The clink becomes a crash, and I feel the granite under my curled fingers, the pressure of the cold floor against my knees. I meet his eyes in the darkness, not speckled with emerald dust, but dark and desperate as it looks up from the slab of stone it beds in, up from under the shadow of my blade.

"Oh no you don't," I snarl, and drive the knife into its ribs.

For a horrible moment it gurgles, while the last echoes of my very real orgasm ripple through me. Its eyes ask me why, and I show it my teeth in an animal rictus. Like a parasite needs an explanation before it's culled. And after this underhanded attack?

“Agent Ayre!” Lee sounds like he's come up for air after a dive in rough sea. “Are you alright? I couldn't move, and you seemed all frozen too!”

“I'm fine”, I say, trying to stand up without wobbling. “It kept you put and focused the fireworks on me. Quite the impressive show too, bastard was a canny old one.”

I smile reassuringly. It's dead now, and the world a better place for it.

“Good thing those wards give you a terrible fear of commitment...”

“What now?” Lee asks.

“We call in cleanup and drive the fuck away.”

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: April 28, 2019, 10:41:45 AM »
Dang it, and for once I'm brushing up my own submission, my first in forever!  ;D

I'll probably post today.

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: April 24, 2019, 12:54:49 AM »
1k words into a different story I like a lot more, thought the sex is arguably way creepier. Too inspired, I sat down and rewrote my original 500 words notes in one sitting and now I must be up in 6h.
Feels like the good old days...  ::)

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: April 19, 2019, 10:42:56 AM »
I finished my story a while back, but have to scrap it due to levels of inapropriatedness that will likely make me unpopular this month... gotta find a new idea soon!

Not like I don't have plenty to inspire myself on my pinterest...

The holy knight who slays the dragon for the town priest instead of the princess...



Doing some necromancy on your lover...



Too bad vampires make you loose points...




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General Discussion / Re: Member birthday calendar
« on: April 19, 2019, 10:15:58 AM »
Whoa, thanks a lot everyone! This year has been very underwhelming! I did nothing, and only got a gift from my mom, but my body sent me clear signals it understood we're getting older, in the shape of sore back and other little pains.
That's a lovely cake Bea!

I returned all my ps3 and 3ds, and gifted myself a ps4 with some epic games like God Of War and Witcher 3, which has worked a long way towards eating up my time the last two weeks!

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: April 03, 2019, 06:22:57 PM »
This may turn out to be the most embarrassing month ever, I'm kind of relishing that!

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[APR 2019] Erotica / Re: [Apr 2019] - Erotica - Discussion Thread
« on: April 01, 2019, 11:58:09 PM »
Omg, Xia, I died at the picture...  ;D Surely there is better fantasy erotica out there?? – well, not like I actually want to look for it, so it's ok...  ::)

Interesting topic, though I don't think I'd survive reading all the stories on such a themed month... Plus good erotica should be dark, no? You know, J.R.Ward styles... No jokes... Sexy fallen angels with big dongs are really no jokes.

I'll think on it anyway.

P.S: this better be no joke, cause I'm spending post midnight hours writing on this prompt. I have 4 more days of holidays, so I want to see if I can write it up in that time. Erotica is a bit of a no-brainer, so it's coming dangerously easy.

p.p.s: No pun intended.

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Just hit my holidays. No way I'm making it sorry.

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Writers' Corner / Re: Wattpad
« on: March 15, 2019, 12:13:15 AM »
Does Wattpad have some glaring flaw I'm not aware of?

It obviously works for some. The most glaring flaw I'm aware of is the 400+ million stories uploaded to it, and this is the main reason I've not bothered with it.

My experience through wattpad was a as a reader/browser and I've officially written off this website entirely as being trash. I'm probably being unfair because I could maybe find good content if I dug and searched especially for it but, what I find glaring is that the best voted and best read stories tend to be awful, poorly written teen at its worst. Lots of smut and fanfic too. Lots of fanfic smut.
I just... I just never read a good thing on wattsap, and I have a feeling that Mark Lawrence gets to do that because we'd read his work on toilet paper anyway.
I mean, 4.6M reads here : https://www.wattpad.com/story/81539148-babysitting-the-bad-boy
And 7.4M reads there : https://www.wattpad.com/story/47260925-the-vampire-king
And these have somewhat correct english in their descriptions! Not always the case even in stuff with millions of reads.

I'm just carrying my point of view however, and as I said it's very biased because I browsed what's popular on wattpad, and not tried to search small works. But overall I feel like quality work is drowned in there and unless you know the person publishes there, there is no incentive at all for me to slog through it in search of good content.

Only my honest feeling about the website. Of course it's a good system to go with episodic publication if you don't have your own website! But like I said, maybe more if you already have a following?

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I really like this theme. And already settled on an idea. Lovely, given the struggles of the last two months' themes  :o :P

Now just need to find time to write it  :)

same. got the wheel all sorted and the first 100 words or so inked down, but whether I'll manage to banish my demons and actually write anything in time is up in the air.

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Sorry @ScarletBea I've had a nightmare weekend. Buying a new phone swallowed the whole two days, plus a fair bit of inescapable socialising (friend bday, work meeting....) and in the end I fell way behind on word count. Even got late to work today. I'm a mess. Forgot to message last night that I wasn't making it. Sorry  :'(

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Ah amazing! I projected my own thinking there.
I'm working on poor Cinder's story and really need to finish it, I've been so lazy! But I work 9h tomorrow so... weekend it is!

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Aww, so no special extension for this short month? I can only make it if I can write during the weekend. Been pretty rough at work at the moment. Story only half done.

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Since Goodreads includes the mangas I read, I'm setting a goal of 200 and hope to struggle more than last year. Last year I cruised by my 100 mark because I was a lot more thorough reporting what I'd read.

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