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Discussions about sex => Erotic Stories => Topic started by: TightFit74 on October 24, 2010, 02:03:07 PM
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Invitation: To anyone who has an ounce of imagination and who is interested in the suggestion below, please join me at my campfire for a night to remember. There will be food, drinks (byo) and music (provided for...)
Campfire...
It’s been warm for weeks and my travels through the lands have been light and filled with sunlight and easy paths. I arrived at a lake this morning and decided to camp out here for a few days. The beaches around the dark, greenish waters are white and freckled with patches of soft, green grass. The lake is surrounded by tall trees with a wide canopy and circles in the water suggest a healthy underwater habitat.
I set up camp at the foot of a huge oak, its branches spread out wide, giving some needed shade. It’s a warm day and I sweat as I set up my tent and collect fire wood. I set out some fishing lines in the water, and as the sun starts to set, I pull them in. Two nice pike struggle as I pull them to shore. I clean them and get them ready to be cooked. I start a fire with some small twigs and build it up slowly with bigger twigs and branches until there is a nice thick layer of smouldering embers underneath the flaming logs. It’ll keep burning for a while as I strip down and take a quick bath in the lake.
As I return to the fire, I pull the hot stones from the embers and lay them underneath and on top of the wrapped fish and cover them with moss and sand. As they sizzle and cook in the heat, I dry myself at the fire before slipping into some clothes. The sun has almost set completely and the shadows of the flames dance across my face as I eat my dinner. After cleaning up my plate in the lake, I go back to the fire and grab my old, trusted guitar. She’s not in the best shape as she was before, but the chips and scars in her body give her a very characteristic, melancholic sound.
She accompanied me on every step of my travels, helped me pour my heart out whenever I needed it, and helped me express my biggest joy through her strings. She’s as loyal to me as I am to her. As I gently start stroking her tightly wound strings, her curves gently held in my lap, I suddenly hear footsteps and voices through the trees. I hear wood snapping as the voices come closer. I wonder who it could be, anyone’s welcome at my fire...
(thanks for editing, Chris)
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food, drinks and music...no sex? sorry, not gonna show :P
it looks like everyone is lost in the woods...or you're *hallucinating* those footsteps ;)
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Bobbler has a certain point. Even in my old Pool Party I started out getting naked and giving the atmosphere a sexual tone to it right away. The advantage is you can have as many extras as your want to start getting sexual with. Right now you that sexuality isn't there, but as always just my A$.02.
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tight,
sorry to rain on your parade. here's how i see it:
A) the section is called "erotic fantasies". to me what you have here is "sing songs around the campfire". i know you went to a lot of trouble setting up the whole scenario as your first post was extremely well done. but maybe you need to tweak it to give it a more sexual angle
B) that being said, the idea of sex in the woods is appealing to me. i actually had an idea as to how to proceed here and who i would participate with
C) and...i waited 2 days to post anything to see if anyone joined in and no one had...so maybe others are perceiving this thread as i am...?
i hope you can see i was joking a bit with my first post. i will delete both of these posts if you want to continue this as it is...and if you get any participants
and YIKES! janine agreeing with me lately on 2 different things?!? what *is* this world coming to :P
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I see both your points and have to agree... Give me a few days to change it, I think the fantasy still stands a chance... :)
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Are there going to be any sausages or do I have to find some on my own? ;) :P :-*
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Well, I don't run a catering service, but I do think you'll be able to still your hunger...
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We can play a nice game, the girls have to search the sausages...
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I think the girls should have the task of finding wood for the fire... (still working on the story)
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LOL! And to be fair Lover I don't exactly have a lot of experience playing THAT game. :P :P :P ;D ;D ;D
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Hard wood is the best, it's on fire the longest...
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Oh I can imagine that, I think I know a few ways to find hard kind :P.
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what kind of hard wood is best for keeping the fire hot? ;)
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You show me, I think I can judge ;)
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long, thick trunks... they burn the best...
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Janine, I didn't forget you :D There are a lot of other tasks, which you will be the perfect to do!
Adera, mind the trunk you grab ;D
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long, thick trunks... they burn the best...
lol,..anything that fits the pit,...it's how you feed the flame that matters...
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I don't know about the flame... but I'm sure, it will be very, very hot... :P ;D
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The introduction will be re-posted later today...
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Of course later... a campfire during the day is silly ;)
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It's always night somewhere...
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The introduction will be re-posted later today...
i would just start a whole new thread...no?
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I will, so it will have a clean start...
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Invitation: To anyone who has an ounce of imagination and who is interested in the suggestion below, please join me at my campfire for a night to remember. There will be food (sausages), drinks (juice) and music (provided for...)
There might be a day when there are enough people joining a campfire. For now the fire is put out, ready to be build up another day. Until then...
Thanks Bobbler and Adera for joining the thread :) :-*
Campfire at Lover’s Lake…
It’s been warm for weeks and my travels through the lands have been light and filled with sunlight and easy paths. I arrived at a lake this morning and decided to camp out here for a few days. The beaches around the dark, greenish waters are white and freckled with patches of soft, green grass. The lake is surrounded by tall trees with a wide canopy and circles in the water suggest a healthy underwater habitat.
I just love the summer. Not only because the evenings are warm and the days are long. But also because the summer favours guys. After spending half the day in a town nearby yesterday, getting some supplies for the remainder of my trip, I couldn’t help but notice the girls and women wearing their summer clothes. Long legs, running up and disappearing in short skirts and dresses, tight shirts complimenting curves of hips, sides and breasts.
There was one particular woman that caught my eye. Long black hair, a gorgeous tight dress that followed every line of her slender body. She looked at me in such a way, she set me on fire. When she noticed me looking at her, she smiled, turned around and bent down to pick something up from the floor. I thought I’d almost faint. Although knowing that on my travels sex is not the first or second priority, I couldn’t help but feel some uproar in my lower stomach, stimulated by this gorgeous woman in town.
I set up camp at the foot of a huge oak, its branches spread out wide, giving some needed shade. It’s a warm day and I sweat as I set up my tent and collect fire wood. I set out some fishing lines in the water, and as the sun starts to set, I pull them in. Two nice pike struggle as I pull them to shore. I clean them and get them ready to be cooked. When arriving at my new campsite, I discovered a fireplace with still smouldering embers and will gladly use those as a starter for my own fire. It also means that the lake is visited at night, even last night.
The lake seems perfect for skinny dipping and with it’s moss-covered niches between the trees, the place has “Lover’s Lane” written all over it. But for now, my growing passion will have to wait, dinner first. I start a fire with some small twigs and build it up slowly with bigger twigs and branches until there is a nice thick layer of smouldering embers underneath the flaming logs. It’ll keep burning for a while as I strip down and take a quick bath in the lake.
As I return to the fire, I pull the hot stones from the embers and lay them underneath and on top of the wrapped fish and cover them with moss and sand. As they sizzle and cook in the heat, I dry myself at the fire before slipping into some clothes. The sun has almost set completely and the shadows of the flames dance across my face as I eat my dinner. After cleaning up my plate in the lake, I go back to the fire and grab my old, trusted guitar. She’s not in the best shape as she was before, but the chips and scars in her body give her a very characteristic, melancholic sound.
She accompanied me on every step of my travels, helped me pour my heart out whenever I needed it, and helped me express my biggest joy through her strings. She’s as loyal to me as I am to her. As I gently start stroking her tightly wound strings, her curves gently held in my lap, I suddenly hear footsteps and voices through the trees. I hear branches snapping under feet as the voices come closer. I wonder who it could be, anyone’s welcome at this fire...
(http://home.react.nl/~michiel/azie-reis/kampvuur.jpg)
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hm, you all give up too fast. Let the fire burn on. Perhaps we get the right mood for more people. I didn't have the time to join, thought about this weekend.
By the way, Lover's Lake... it was nice to have an own lake ;)
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As a gift for your 1K! Well done!
I have a proposition:
If anyone that wants to join, leave their name in this topic, I'll keep it open for another week, maybe 2. If enough people join (how many is enough?) I'll repost the story... I don't want the people who are joining,waiting too long for others. I'm still in, as it apears Lover too. So that's 2 people, a few more to go :) I'd love to rekindle the fire.....
(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4X_iD2aoO3o/SI1CYHqGdyI/AAAAAAAADm8/jrNQjuUicGk/s400/080702_campfire.jpg)
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Serious lack of of female contribution rather limits the possibilities. The board could use a bit more activity from them before a major "event" can be played out.
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Gratz Lover to the 1k posts btw :).
Mmm I guess Bear is right about there not beeing many females active at the forum right now.
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Thanks Adera, do you wanna celebrate it? ;)
That's the main problem. We need more people here at all, especially girls. Perhaps we all should ask our friends/lovers to enter this forum?
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It would be a good idea to advertise it a little. and the forum in general. As someone told me ot too long ago: the more the merrier...
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Darn, going from slightly disappointed to very disappointed the thread didn't take off...
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Decided to put the invitation back. No reason to enlist if you can't read the story. So here it is again... Hopefully I won't only make love to my faithful guitar... ;)
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I think most people who would like to join still wants a partner and its kinda unbalanced at the moment.
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Then maybe I should set a deadline. I asked for people to enlist, so far no direct answers. Don't know wether i should leave the invitation as it is until a certain date or just forget about the whole thing. If it's such a hassle for people to join, then why should I bother? ::)
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I want to join! *waving hand above my head*
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Thank you darling *kiss* So that's three...
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I WOULD join, but for lack of a suitable partner.
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@Janine: You know you are more than welcome at my fire :-*
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Hopefully some new blood will drift in,..my participation depends on a specific party, and whether she wants me there...
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Umm you ARE still a boy right Tight? At best we could make smores. ;)
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I was, am and will be a boy Janine and I know how to read a profile ;), appareantly I give a great face massage...lol
@Bear, hope your partner will want you there...
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Janine, I will go out and find a girl for you :) Ups, then again we have a problem we already talked about - fighting for the same girl ;D
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I’ve taken my 6-string out of it’s cover. Only a thin cloth protects it from getting scratched, but on my travels, she has gotten a few scars here and there. Thankfully those scars changed her sound and gave her a melancholic, deep vibrant timbre, in which my feelings have been expressed so often. Tonight I feel sexy as I recall the face of that gorgeous woman in town. Wondering wether she bend down for me, or it just being a coincidence? I wasn’t mistaking when I saw her glance me over, her lips curling upwards a little, giving her a naughty look.
With the tight summer dress she was wearing, she had to know to attract eyes on her as she bent down and pushed her hips back. Although she never looked back at me to see my reaction, I am almost certain she was playing me, flirting, teasing me with the wonderful curves of her legs and behind, pushing her hips back further than needed. Her eyes, ocean-blue, caught mine and didn’t let go. Her small, slender body, perfectly shaped, wrapped in a white cotton summer dress, disguising ànd showing her small breasts, her nipples piercing through.
With my eyes closed, my thoughts burried deep in the memory of her, my hand slides over the neck of my guitar. Stroking her gently, feeling the wood beneath my hand slightly vibrating with my touch, her strings tightly wound. My hand slides higher and I touch her tuners, feeling the hard, smooth texture of the pegs, strings tightly wound around them, neatly wrapped and bound. My other hand slides down towards the strings, caressing her body, easing my fingers over her sides, down to her bottom and along her belly back up. I rest my thumb near her opening, on the top string, caressing it gently before I pick it. The low vibrations of the E pass through her body sitting in my lap. Her skin touching my legs, her back pressed against my stomach, transferring the vibrations from her curved body to mine.
I twist the peg gently, tuning the e-string to the right pitch, the vibrations calming down into the right frequency. I move my thumb down, my fingers resting beneath her opening, supporting my hand. I pick the second string as the vibrations of the first are still resonating in her body as well as mine, stimulating the sensual feeling I had all day. The frequency of the second string is off, I put my fingers on her second peg and twist it half a turn. Close, but I am not satisfied. I won’t stop until she purrs and her whole body becomes alive and vibrant when I play the first chord. Perfectly tuned, she feels like a woman, warm and sensual.
I flagiolet the first en second string, while adjusting the pitch of the second. The combined vibrations of both strings, getting better in tune with eachother, adds a second layer, the tones resonating in her and me on both a high and low pitch. My mind now disolved in how she feels, her sound filling my ears as I pinch and turn her pegs, my tightening grip on her neck as I play my favorite chords. Finding the perfect balance between the 6 strings and the form, shape and condition of her body. The thought of the woman in town, the smell of the woods and the smouldering fire under a starfilled sky, my darling and me in complete harmony. My mind drifts off in a dream of white cotton dresses, hot sensual kisses and a soft body pressed against mine...
Tick Tock, 7 days before the fire goes cold...
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Wow, I have been away for some days and could not read or post in the forum. And what has happened? 1000s of new postings :o
Too much to read everything at once.
But I will join the fire as soon as possible. It's burning on my own lake ;D
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I'll join in again if we're a few people posting in it. I want to skinny dip and throw water on people. ;D
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I squirt back ;D Ooops ;)
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You've been missed Lover ;)
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"after playing my beloved guitar, staring in the fire and watching the stars passing by in the endless heaven, I decide to go to sleep. I pull my sleeping back close to the fire, to keep we warm during the night. I close my eyes and immediatly know the woman from town will be with me..."
Due to lack of participation (not of interest) I am closing the subject. Thanks to anyone that had the intention to join...
Tight