Something I drafted as an introduction for /u/thatpuckslut that I thought I’d share.
Unfortunately it’s not finished; I keep varying between endings (some public, some private, some solo, some gangbang). As I’m stuck, if you like the writing style message me a few prompters people and I’ll grab one that takes my fancy and finish it off :)
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The candlelight etched your shadow in charcoal against the wall. Where the shadows of flame writhed, your stillness underscored your fineness of form… an elegant leg here, a traipsing shoulder there… Pert. Poised. Perfection.
Dinner had been so wonderful. Clad in an elegant gown, you’d enjoyed watching my eyes graze on your legs; repeatedly you’d captured my eyes rebounding from my wine, wandering, searching, seeking for the subtlest hint of pale flesh – be that the shadowed half-moon of your buttocks, orbiting hallowed orbs of your breasts or probing for the slightest glimpse of your leg or even the dusky mound of your pubis. You’d drawn it out, a lingering touch on my arm here, a stretched leg there, suggesting enough to raise hope without the glamour of reward… culminating in an impulsive gift: a pair of slick, silken threads whispered from your nethers and eased elegantly onto my throbbing lap.
We’d never actually met before this, just exchanged words, pictures, sketches of moments… secrets of the outcasts, bonds of shared desire… heat, lust, dreams. Strangers in a strange land, companions on a saga to break the monotony of regular existence and carpe the diem.
“We should go” my voice had carried softly.
“Where?” you burred, your reply as rich as the chocolate smear on the dessert plates. Lingering on my aural palate, your voice melted into my ears, alluring as spun sugar and as damning as Hades.
“Somewhere…” I’d replied. Your head had spun slightly, not from my abject attempt at vauge seduction but rather from something else. Too much wine? Too much heat? Too much…? “Somewhere” you’d murmured, less acceptance and more acquiesence.
We’d bundled into the waiting cab, a blur of limbs and questing heat. Midway through the ride you’d torn your mouth from mine and whispered, astonished: “I’m drunk”. Your giggle had been girlish but the accompanying wriggle wholly wanton. “No” I’d replied; “I wanted to provide you some freedom… so I put a little something in that last drink…”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/dkx5pv/a_conversation_starter_nsfw_prompt