Writing an Erotic Short Story

progressing (shaun)

2006-04-24T00:11:00.000-07:00

Well our story is progressing slowly. Because I write much faster than Liz I have agreed to limit my input to one parragraph each time. This fosters greater collaboration and fulfills the objective of writing this together. The process has been interesting as we have both been more horny than usual. We have enjoyed a wider range of experience than we would normally fit into such a short period. It is only logical that I would be happy with more sex and what not, but Liz has also been enjoying the whole thing. Over all she has been happier and more radiant than usual, and a little more adventurous.

I think the story is getting to an interesting point as the set up is all but complete and now things can begin to happen.

Its been fun so far. More later.

Freja gestured to her masked companions, who took him by either arm and ushered him out into the long hall way. Charlie had lost his sense of direction as they walked down corridor after corridor, up and down steps, through narrow passage ways and even across an open courtyard. Eventually arriving at their destination Freja instructed her almost naked companions to shackle Charlie’s wrists before removing his handcuffs. This was to become a well practiced ritual, as Charlie’s hands would not be allowed to be free until Freja believed that his training was satisfactorily complete. Having exchanged bonds Freja also requested that his ankles be shackled. Despite the restraints Charlie stood quite comfortably. But that was about to change. The chains that were attached to Charlie’s wrist and ankle restraints were soon being wound in. The chains became quite taught lifting and separating Charlie’s arms and widening his stance. Despite his protests, Freja continued to tighten his restraints. Charlie now assumed a posture that resembled an ‘X’ shape. Happy with his rather stretched form Freja now standing right in front of him, her full lips only inches from his, her hot breath teasing him with every word she spoke. “Your training will address three major areas. Firstly, you lack the fitness required to be a good lover. Secondly, you more than likely lack both the technique and sexual stamina to satisfy multiple partners. Finally, you need to broaden your mind so that you will be able to enjoy all that your body has to offer, all that sex has to offer,” Freja having completed her speech turned and walked away from Charlie. Turning back to look at him from the other side of the room she said, “These rather beautiful young ladies are here to help you reach orgasm. But they won’t be able to touch you until you beg them to. If you think that you will never beg, you need to think again. You will remain in these shackles until you do. Not only that but every hour Leah, and Monica will turn the wheel one notch stretching you a little further. You will be glad to know that both of these lovely girls asked for this detail as neither of them have touched let alone sucked a hard cock for nearly two years.” Charlie just stood there saying nothing. He just didn’t know what to say. Freja left the room having instructed the young women to remove their masks.

Getting into the swing of things (by Liz)

2006-04-21T03:45:00.000-07:00

Okay I know it has been a few days since I wrote anything to the story, but that doesn't mean nothing has been going on behind the scenes! Anyway, I have written a bit more today and feel I'm getting more into the groove, but you can be the judge of that I guess. Shaun continues to write chapters further on down the line, and I think when this is all finished he will have written about 90% of the story. Oh well I just hope my part doesn't suck too much, or maybe I have to
put more sucking in it.. there's a thought! Read and enjoy.

“You must learn to think before you speak,” was all Freja said. She then continued to look him over as if nothing had happened. Charles bit his tongue and decided just to look straight ahead, very conscience of his now burning buttocks. Prodding Charles in the stomach with the end of her whip she remarked, “you’re quite out of shape for a man of your age, aren’t you?” Charles didn’t know if it was a rhetorical question or not, so he decided just to keep his mouth shut. “I bet you couldn’t fuck for more than five minutes without needing a rest,” she continued. Once again Charles felt his face fill with colour. “I can hold my own,” he said indignantly. Freja drew close to Charles’ front so that her very erect nipples brushed gently against his chest. She grasped his chin in her hand and said in a quiet but firm voice, “ By the time I’m finished with you my dear boy, you’ll be able to fuck ten women in one night and satisfy them all.”

first reflections, (Shaun)

2006-04-18T02:40:00.000-07:00

As Liz has already indicated, recently I asked her if she wanted to co-write an erotic story. A little suprised at first she agreed but added one clause, and that was that we should record our progress via blog. I note that she blamed me for the original idea, but that is not entirely true. Our sex life is as much her doing as it is mine. We have been married for more than, well for quite a quile. I have always believed that good relationships require a lot of work, and neglected relationships fail everytime. I'm fortunate that Liz is not only attractive but relatively adventurous. So writing erotica is not so strange in our relationship.

As far as the story is concerned, it contains some fetish material, the fetish genre is Liz's favourite as it reflects her fantasy. I'm happy with that, as it adds a dimension to our sex play. Nevertheless, as I do not intend to discuss the particulars of our relationship I will go no further.

I will say that writing the story is a mechanism designed to focus our attention on sexually chalenging and thus arousing material, concepts and situations, with the aim of spicing up our daily pleasures. So far it has been working as planned.

I'm entirely responsible for the the sections that I write. And enjoy it, probably too much. But then again Liz gets the benefit of my considered and generous attention.

So far so good.

The Story Continues... (by Liz)

2006-04-16T19:06:00.000-07:00

Shaun has been busy writing another chapter further on in the story. He couldn't wait for me to finish my part of chapter one. We won't show you this part just yet, because obviously the story will not make sense if we do.
I have been writing as well. I'm just not as quick as Shaun. It is surprising though how easy it is to get into the flow, especially if you imagine you are one of the characters! (I won't say which one, I'll let you guess.) Anyway here is the next bit to the story, I hope you enjoy it.

Without another word the two masked women led Dana out of the room with Freja following close behind. Charles could do nothing but wait anxiously for Dana’s return. He paced a few steps and then turned and paced back again. The cell was so small that this was all he could manage. He wondered if Dana would be alright and why the hell was Freja going to show Dana a horse this late in the evening? He had been taken by surprise when Freja had hit Dana with the riding crop, but he also noticed that deep down he had been slightly aroused by the situation. It wasn’t everyday you saw your wife get whipped by a woman dressed in tight leather. Charles shook his head as if to try and rid himself of this image. He paced again and then sat down in frustration.

Meanwhile Dana was taken to a room not much bigger than a broom closet. The room was completely empty except for a square wooden pole that stretched from one wall to the other, about a meter off the floor. It looked as if you might hang horse saddles on it. Before Dana could imagine what else it could be used for, Freja pointed and said cheerily, ‘Welcome to the horse.’ Dana frowned and was about to speak, when one of the two masked women grabbed her by the elbow and positioned her beside the pole. As if they had done this a hundred times before, both masked women then lent down beside Dana and lifted her up and placed her, one leg on either side of the pole. The tips of her toes could barely touch the floor and she kept falling forward because her arms were still tied together behind her back. ‘I can’t touch the ground’, Dana said in a panic. ‘That’s the whole idea my love’, replied Freja calmly. ‘How am I supposed to keep from falling off this thing?’ Dana shrieked. Freja didn’t have to answer, because just then the masked women grabbed three thin leather straps dangling from Freja’s waist and tied one of them from Dana’s bound arms to a small ring located behind Dana on top of the square pole. This obviously was to stop her from falling forwards. They then used the other two straps to secure her ankles to two small rings located on either side of the pole fastened to the floor. This stopped her from falling sideways. Unfortunately, now the full weight of her body was completely resting on her pussy and Dana could tell this was not going to be comfortable for very long. ‘I think you can see the idea of the horse.’ Freja said with a small twinkle in her eye. ‘Someone will be back to look in on you in a few hours. In the meantime, you might like to think about how you can thank me in the morning.’ ‘Thank you? Thank you for what?’, spat Dana. ‘Why, for reintroducing you to your pussy of course,’ purred Freja, and with that Freja gave Dana a gentle slap on the rump and walked out, followed by the two masked women.

Charles jumped slightly as he heard the sound of Freja’s high heels clacking as she walked along the tiled corridor that passed his door. He must have nodded off while waiting for Dana’s return. The last 24 hours had been very long, but he still felt a pang of guilt for allowing himself to fall asleep while Dana was, who knows where, doing who knows what. Freja walked in, still dressed in tight leather, but wearing a different top. The leather did not cover her breasts, instead it accentuated them, pushing them up and out. Giving them the appearance in Charles’ mind, of fresh, ripe, juicy peaches ready to be squeezed. Charles could not help but move his gaze from her face to her breasts continually. As if reading Charles’ mind, Freja said sternly, ‘These are too good for you, my dear boy. You are not ready to feast on such fine food.’ Charles went a bright shade of red and started to stutter a denial of such thoughts. ‘Enough.’ said Freja waiving her riding crop in the air. She motioned to the same two masked women that had led Dana away. They obediently moved forward and opened Charles’ cell door. Quickly they placed his hands behind his back and cuffed them. They led him out of the cell and positioned him in the center of the room. Freja walked around him slowly, glancing over him like he was a horse for sale. She prodded him a few times here and there with her riding crop. Charles still found it difficult not to stare at her bare breasts. Freja caught his downward glance and suddenly lashed out with her riding crop, slicing him across the shoulder blades. He gave out a yelp of surprise as he arched his back. ‘Keep your eyes straight ahead,’ barked Freja. She then proceeded to inspect him once more, even grasping his penis to examine it more closely. Charles once again could feel himself blushing. ‘What are you doing?’ he said gruffly, trying to disguise his embarrassment. Unfortunately, Charles realized too late that he had made a mistake in speaking so roughly to Freja. No sooner had the words left his mouth, did he feel another burning sensation, this time across his bare buttocks, but it did not stop at one. The crop whistled through the air five times before Charles could even take a breath.

In The Beginning (by Liz)

2006-04-15T20:07:00.000-07:00

My husband has come up with an idea of how to spice up our sex life. Why it needs spicing up I just don't know, (maybe that's the reason?!). Anyway he wants us to write an erotic short story together. Sounds a bit too kinky for me, but I'm going to give it a go anyway, (just to keep him happy!). I suggested we document it on a blog, (if we are going to be kinky, we may as well go all the way!) The parts Shaun writes will be in blue and the parts I write will be purple.

The name of the story is called:

The Genesis

This rather titillating story begins when Doctors Charles and Dana Beige were kidnapped from their hotel car park by three masked hoodlums armed with assault rifles. Once into the very unimaginative black van they were fitted with both hand and ankle cuffs that were joined by a chain; and read what can only be thought of as their rights, which included rewards and punishments. They were guaranteed that they would not be harmed, well, that they would not be beaten to a pulp or murdered. They were promised that if they cooperated theirs was to be more of an adventure than an ordeal. A promise that both Charles and Dana found hard to believe.

Uncomfortable as it was, the hours of driving passed without much to comment upon, but all of that was soon to change. The van came to a stop. The rear door of the van opened and the hoodlums disembarked one at a time before ordering the somewhat disheveled couple to “get out”. The hoodlums appeared to have multiplied. There must have been at least fifty of them, all dressed in black. The guards from the van took their masks off, smiling, they simply handed Charles and Dana over to the others, gave a slight nod, turned and left. Flanked on both sides by armed guards, the couple walked through what appeared to be an underground car park, through a security door, down a couple of flights of stairs and into a large poorly lit room divided into a number of cells. Still chained, the couple was separated, each locked into a cell on different sides of the large room. The guards locked the cell doors and left via the stairs by which they entered. The couple was left to themselves for the first time since the abduction.

Before they had any chance to discuss their situation a door swung open at the far end of the room. Six rather scantily clad yet armed women entered. They approached Dana’s cell, unlocked it and ushered her out. Stopping in front of Charles’s cell door one of them said, “we’ll be back for you in a few moments; and don’t worry, she won’t be harmed”. Shortly after they left, Charles heard another, kind of sweet voice. A young woman named Leah was being held in one of the far cells. “So the Boss has some new toys”, said Leah. “New toys?” Charles asked. “Well, I take it you’re not here as paying guests, or by your free will”. “Well no. We were abducted from our hotel”. “Nice to make your acquaintance, um.” “Charles; and my wife’s name is Dana”. Before Charles could ask any questions about what to expect, the door at the far end of the room swung open again and the same set of guards entered once again.

Charles, was ushered out just as Dana had been. After leaving the cell block he was taken through a maze of corridors before entering a rather grand room, divided by satin curtains. He was made to stand on a particular spot. His ankle cuffs were further located to stirrups extending from the floor. His hand cuffs were also replaced by a new set of cuffs attached to chains descending from the ceiling. His arms were drawn up until his arms were fully stretched. The curtains receded so that Charles and Dana faced each other, about twenty feet apart.

A well dressed, yet masked woman sat in an antique chair at one end of the room flanked by two naked guards on either side. Once she had their full attention Freja rose, walked toward them and said, “here at Hedon’s Bend you will be expected to live according to a code of conduct. You will not be needing clothes, blankets or towels. Dana will be allowed to wear underwear while she is having her period, but she will be expected to wax all of her pubic hair”. The naked guards then walked forward, presenting a large pair of scissors from behind their backs and proceeded to cut off all of the couples clothes. With their clothes removed, the guards returned to Freja’s side. Freja began to speak, “you will be expected to continue with your own work. Your notes, laptops and other affects have been gathered from your hotel rooms. The bill has been settled and the desk clerk has been informed that you have left for Paris. So you won’t be missed.” After a short pause, Charles said “could I please ask you a question?” “Politeness is a good quality”, Freja said, before going on to compliment them both for their steady nerves, quiet and considered cooperation. And then simply said, “please go ahead”. Slightly nervous, Charles began, “Could you please tell us why we are here?” “Well of course. I don’t suppose it is particularly evident. You are here for two reasons. Firstly my shrink has advised me to branch out, to try new things. Therefore because I’ve never had my very own married couple to play with, I thought that it would be a good start, and secondly, recently I was reading your book on social human structures. I can’t say that I was entirely happy, because you did not pay enough attention to what it was to be human, to experience the world from a mortal, sensual body. So I thought that while trying new things I could do the world a service by helping you both to understand what it was to be mortal, sensual, sexual, creatures. You will be given more instruction on just how you are to experience your humanity tomorrow”. Upon finishing her answer Freja turned and left the room, followed by her naked friends.

Charles and Dana were to stand in that position until morning. Throughout the night they had a lot of time to talk to one another. To begin with they talked about their plight as though a hostage situation. They were well versed in the theory of how best to stay alive in such a situation, but this was no hostage situation. They were not at Hedon’s Bend as leverage in some international conflict. They were the toys of an all too often sadistic Dominatrix. After much discussion they agreed to continue to be compliant. The conversation tailed off during the night and returned spasmodically with complaints about the pain. Standing in one spot with your arms in the air becomes uncomfortable after about half and hour, very uncomfortable after an hour or two, but by the time six or seven hours had passed both Charles and Dana were moaning in continuous pain.

It was 6:35 am when a slightly sleepy Freja entered the room. She yawned, said “good morning” and continued through and out a door on the other side of the room. Over the next ten minutes about fifty people wandered through the room, talking among themselves. While they looked at both Charles and Dana they took little notice of them, nor appeared to be surprised by their nakedness. Charles had never seen so many naked women. He had never been seen naked by so many naked women, with such little affect. It was as though he hardly existed. After they all exited through the door at the far end of the room, Dana said “were they all women?” “I think so” replied Charles, feeling a little guilty for noticing.

The far door opened once again and Freja stepped into the room. “Well then”, she said. “We have a few more rules to discuss. Firstly, to begin with you will be trained separately. Because I am told that happily married people like to spend time together, you will be allowed to spend a limited amount of time together, but only to have sex. The better the sex and the longer the foreplay the longer you will be able to spend together. Loitering, however, will be punished. The time you spend together with be productive, full of action. Oh yes and I may give some instruction, if I’m not happy with your performance. If I’m happy you will be allowed to shower together and if I’m really happy you will be given ten minutes for conversation. You will be expected to do as you are told, you will be chained, bound, whipped or tortured by any means that I see fit. And you will learn to appreciate you mortality”. Before leaving the room Freja told four guards to release both Charles and Dana from their shackles, cuff their hands behind their backs and take them to their permanent cells. Without delay they did just that.

Their permanent cells were small, bare and made of solid concrete with steel doors. That evening the door of Dana’s cell opened. It was Freja, dressed in tight leather, armed with a number of whips, leather harnesses, ropes and shackles. “Your education is about to begin”. Two women, naked except for their masks, boots and a chain around their waists stepped forward. Freja, very confidently simply said, “ Let’s introduce you to the horse.” Dana gave a quizzical look, but didn’t speak.

The two masked women grabbed Dana rather roughly and bound her arms tightly behind her back with one of the leather ropes Freja possessed. Dana let out a small whimper in protest. Freja frowned slightly with disapproval. “Even a weak pathetic complaint will not be tolerated,” she said as she swung her riding crop across Dana’s left thigh. Dana yelped with pain and shock She had not expected that reaction from Freja, nor had she seen the riding crop even move.