xane
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Had a lewd dream that felt worth remembering so I tried to put it to paper. I'm by no means an author; haven't the plans to write or publish anything. Just posting this seems like a stupid thing to do but I've read a few smut stories with scenes that felt very bland/dry so maybe putting this out there will give some actual authors inspiration on their own scenes.
Feel free to critique but it definitely won't be applied in any professional capacity.
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The man leads her away from the crowd into a secluded area on the edge of a forest. He places his right hand on the woman's left shoulder and turns her to face him, she tries to step back in surprise but her back presses against a tree, he keeps coming closer and their lips touch in a kiss. She almost looks taken aback and surprised but her faces remains mostly neutral, she keeps her eyes open and doesn't reciprocate but makes no effort to push him away. He presses his left palm to her abdomen and worms his finger under her top, he smoothly runs his hand up her torso and over her breasts. When his thumb reaches the bottom of her breast he presses down and gives her full breast a squeeze before loosening his fingers to let the skin slide back into place under his finger tips. His right hand slides from her shoulder down her arm until it reaches her hand and interlocks his fingers with hers. She's unresponsive and lock jawed at first but eventually closes here eyes, slightly puckers her lips, and angles her head. Barely reciprocating but still yielding herself to the building arousal. When her face just begins to visibly take on flushed hue he releases her hand and removes her top, finally breaking the kisses to allow the top to pass by. He moves in for more kisses but his lips do not meet hers, they land on her cheek before moving to her chin, down to her neck; squatting down a little to keep his head level with the areas of attention, to her collar bone, to her chest, to her breasts, before gently biting and pulling on her nipples alternating a few times.
With his hands resting on her waist they slowly slide down her sides, rubbing her outer thighs before moving upwards again and gripping her butt. He loops his thumbs into her bottom and gently slides them down below her cheeks and hips and lets them fall to the ground. The man gives a slightly stronger nibble and tug than the rest while glancing up at her expression, begging the woman to release a sound. He is returned with a fairly flushed but still impassive expression. With a very slight smirk the man removes his shirt exposing his bare chest and moves his face back to gently kissing her breasts before kissing his way downwards. When he reaches her navel he sticks out his tongue and runs a couple circles around it, before running his tongue down more to her pussy before pulling back and looking up at her one more time, as if asking whether there's any objection to continuing. He's met with no resistance but the neutral facial expression looking down at him sparks a feeling of challenge within him.
The man grips her knees and coaxes them to take a wider stance, slightly dropping her hips to meet his eye line while kneeling. He moves in closer to her pussy, letting out a couple of deep exhales of warm breath. As his nose is about make contact with her pelvis he angles his chin forward and extends his tongue flat to gently lay against her vagina before slowly drawing upwards along her folds, as the tip of his tongue gets closer to the top he narrows his tongue to a point and gives it a slight flick as it peaks on the slightly firm clitoris. On the 4th time repeating this motion instead of flicking his tongue on her clitoris and beginning again he encloses his lips around her sex and gives a few gently suction forces on her clitoris. He's finally rewarded a reaction as he sees her hands leave her sides and move to the tree, seeking for support and something to hold on to keep her upright.
He repeats the action of running his tongue from vagina to clitoris, alternating between flicking his tongue on and sucking on her clitoris while gently running his palms up and down the outside of her thighs. On the 6th set of suction he feels the muscles in her thighs tighten, this is what he's been waiting for. He continues the suction actions on her clitoris while rubbing the tip of his tongue on the now firm nub as he finally hears an audible confirmation that the woman is enjoying it as much as he is. The slightly deep but by no means masculine growl that echoes in her throat behind closed lips only goads his member to throb harder, threatening to escape his pants through force of will. The audible cue is accompanied with a damp feeling on his chin which climbs up his face to his lips and soon turns into a stream that flows down his neck, his chest, and begins soaking into the waist of his pants. He can feel the weight of her body begin to press down on his face as her legs start to lose the ability to hold herself standing, so he moves his hands to her buttocks and gets a fistful of her cheeks with his thumbs on her groin to hold her in place while he continues the suction.
The orgasm couldn't have lasted longer than 15 seconds but the man felt like he was in a torrent threatening to drown him.
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The dream happened on the border of waking up so my waking mind tried to cook up a scenario to fit it into, I guess in an effort to make it more grounded and believable.
It started from the man's perspective, they're an invading force looking to conquer a region. They are victorious and the men are rewarded with a woman of their choice. The man picks this woman and pulls her aside <<insert the aforementioned scene>>. They do not have sex and she remains with him as he tried to win her genuine affection and live life normally.
Then the melodramatic brain takes over. A couple of weeks later the man wakes up in a ditch with homes burning around him, in a panic he searches for the woman but finds a pile of his own people's corpses and is taken prisoner by the woman's people. It's revealed that the tribe is heavily male populated with very few females born to themselves so their main method of population is through warfare, and to make the captured woman orgasm is to 'lay claim' to them. If you're unable to bring the woman to orgasm then the captured woman is passed to another possibly more capable person.
After the woman is returned and regains some semblance of normalcy she's wandering through a market and spots a talisman she recognizes that the man wore under his shirt the first time they met. When questioning about it she finds it's a rare and expensive talisman thought to make women more perceptive to pleasure. This realization sparks some sadness in her when she realizes how there were other women that were being tossed around and toyed with by multiple men (many times at the same time) within their camp and that the man didn't attempted to touch her again after that first time.
It ended up being a bit rapey but a bit chivalrous at the same time.
I can remember a feeling that parts of the story distinctively changed, like the pleasure talisman, the character motivation, and the male tribe culture. In one version the man crafted an instrument which the woman could hear so they could reunite.
Feel free to critique but it definitely won't be applied in any professional capacity.
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The man leads her away from the crowd into a secluded area on the edge of a forest. He places his right hand on the woman's left shoulder and turns her to face him, she tries to step back in surprise but her back presses against a tree, he keeps coming closer and their lips touch in a kiss. She almost looks taken aback and surprised but her faces remains mostly neutral, she keeps her eyes open and doesn't reciprocate but makes no effort to push him away. He presses his left palm to her abdomen and worms his finger under her top, he smoothly runs his hand up her torso and over her breasts. When his thumb reaches the bottom of her breast he presses down and gives her full breast a squeeze before loosening his fingers to let the skin slide back into place under his finger tips. His right hand slides from her shoulder down her arm until it reaches her hand and interlocks his fingers with hers. She's unresponsive and lock jawed at first but eventually closes here eyes, slightly puckers her lips, and angles her head. Barely reciprocating but still yielding herself to the building arousal. When her face just begins to visibly take on flushed hue he releases her hand and removes her top, finally breaking the kisses to allow the top to pass by. He moves in for more kisses but his lips do not meet hers, they land on her cheek before moving to her chin, down to her neck; squatting down a little to keep his head level with the areas of attention, to her collar bone, to her chest, to her breasts, before gently biting and pulling on her nipples alternating a few times.
With his hands resting on her waist they slowly slide down her sides, rubbing her outer thighs before moving upwards again and gripping her butt. He loops his thumbs into her bottom and gently slides them down below her cheeks and hips and lets them fall to the ground. The man gives a slightly stronger nibble and tug than the rest while glancing up at her expression, begging the woman to release a sound. He is returned with a fairly flushed but still impassive expression. With a very slight smirk the man removes his shirt exposing his bare chest and moves his face back to gently kissing her breasts before kissing his way downwards. When he reaches her navel he sticks out his tongue and runs a couple circles around it, before running his tongue down more to her pussy before pulling back and looking up at her one more time, as if asking whether there's any objection to continuing. He's met with no resistance but the neutral facial expression looking down at him sparks a feeling of challenge within him.
The man grips her knees and coaxes them to take a wider stance, slightly dropping her hips to meet his eye line while kneeling. He moves in closer to her pussy, letting out a couple of deep exhales of warm breath. As his nose is about make contact with her pelvis he angles his chin forward and extends his tongue flat to gently lay against her vagina before slowly drawing upwards along her folds, as the tip of his tongue gets closer to the top he narrows his tongue to a point and gives it a slight flick as it peaks on the slightly firm clitoris. On the 4th time repeating this motion instead of flicking his tongue on her clitoris and beginning again he encloses his lips around her sex and gives a few gently suction forces on her clitoris. He's finally rewarded a reaction as he sees her hands leave her sides and move to the tree, seeking for support and something to hold on to keep her upright.
He repeats the action of running his tongue from vagina to clitoris, alternating between flicking his tongue on and sucking on her clitoris while gently running his palms up and down the outside of her thighs. On the 6th set of suction he feels the muscles in her thighs tighten, this is what he's been waiting for. He continues the suction actions on her clitoris while rubbing the tip of his tongue on the now firm nub as he finally hears an audible confirmation that the woman is enjoying it as much as he is. The slightly deep but by no means masculine growl that echoes in her throat behind closed lips only goads his member to throb harder, threatening to escape his pants through force of will. The audible cue is accompanied with a damp feeling on his chin which climbs up his face to his lips and soon turns into a stream that flows down his neck, his chest, and begins soaking into the waist of his pants. He can feel the weight of her body begin to press down on his face as her legs start to lose the ability to hold herself standing, so he moves his hands to her buttocks and gets a fistful of her cheeks with his thumbs on her groin to hold her in place while he continues the suction.
The orgasm couldn't have lasted longer than 15 seconds but the man felt like he was in a torrent threatening to drown him.
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The dream happened on the border of waking up so my waking mind tried to cook up a scenario to fit it into, I guess in an effort to make it more grounded and believable.
It started from the man's perspective, they're an invading force looking to conquer a region. They are victorious and the men are rewarded with a woman of their choice. The man picks this woman and pulls her aside <<insert the aforementioned scene>>. They do not have sex and she remains with him as he tried to win her genuine affection and live life normally.
Then the melodramatic brain takes over. A couple of weeks later the man wakes up in a ditch with homes burning around him, in a panic he searches for the woman but finds a pile of his own people's corpses and is taken prisoner by the woman's people. It's revealed that the tribe is heavily male populated with very few females born to themselves so their main method of population is through warfare, and to make the captured woman orgasm is to 'lay claim' to them. If you're unable to bring the woman to orgasm then the captured woman is passed to another possibly more capable person.
After the woman is returned and regains some semblance of normalcy she's wandering through a market and spots a talisman she recognizes that the man wore under his shirt the first time they met. When questioning about it she finds it's a rare and expensive talisman thought to make women more perceptive to pleasure. This realization sparks some sadness in her when she realizes how there were other women that were being tossed around and toyed with by multiple men (many times at the same time) within their camp and that the man didn't attempted to touch her again after that first time.
It ended up being a bit rapey but a bit chivalrous at the same time.
I can remember a feeling that parts of the story distinctively changed, like the pleasure talisman, the character motivation, and the male tribe culture. In one version the man crafted an instrument which the woman could hear so they could reunite.