IsabellaRose

who has the energy for that?

No question? I'll answer the same, and pose a new blank filled option, then... This is how the world ends, not with the natural cycle but with humans doing something stupid. Did you ever think you'd see (blank) right here in your own (blank)?

spreadsheets... mind numbingly boring spreadsheets

Do his reasons matter?

wine barrel

just keeps watching

That depends if it's permanent or for a short period of predetermined time. I'd switch places with a soldier at war for a few moments just so I knew what that felt like, I'd switch places with the president/prime minister of a major world power for a busy day just to know what that's like, and I'd switch places with a pornstar for a week just to experience that... but permanently I'd probably just stick with being me. If you could switch genders, would you?

Granted, but the only style you're talented at is yodeling... I wish I were more motivated this week.

Pour more champagne down my naked body and offer it to him.

Look up at him, say, "back again?" and pat the empty bed beside me. "Hop in!"

The Challenge: Write a short piece inspired by the words: Smoke, Fog, and Haze. Word Limit: Try not to exceed 2,000 words (over by a couple hundred acceptable, more than 300 over and you'll be disqualified) Deadline: 23 Nov 2020, 5:00pm EST (entries submitted after this time will not be judged) Prize: 1,000 EcchiCredits

Yay! I loved both of your entries, @Aura and @Somethingsomething! Thanks for joining and participating!

Whose entry do you think was best for Challenge #5? Only qualified entries will be listed. Voting is open until 7:00pm Sunday, Nov 22

Depends on how sober I was... I'd accept a lot less if I had too much to drink. If you could turn into any animal, what would you choose?

watches and claps

Isn't that just called an air compressor?

I might have gone over the word limit... like almost double. I'll disqualify myself, but I liked what I wrote enough to share, so if you have some time, give it a read and let me know what you think. - - - - - - - - - What happened that night was the result of months of mounting curiosity finally overwhelming a lifetime of cautionary tales, verbal warnings, and fear of the unknown. The need to know something conclusively often outweighs prudence or fear. That inquisitiveness that commonly accompanies curiosity can sometimes lead to new discoveries. More often it reveals something utterly ordinary and inconsequential. But sometimes the thirst for knowledge drives one beyond sense or reason and into danger, and sometimes that danger can be life-altering. Jinasa always traveled through this village on her way back from The Withering. The well water was clean and cheap, one could sleep under the stars without fear of assault, and the green was actually still green. Over the last few months, the green in this particular village had seemed less vibrant. The plant life seemed to wilt, trees shed leaves that browned and crumpled, seeds seemed less likely to take root. Jinasa had seen this in countless villages before. The Withering was spreading here. Within a year, the village would be an inhospitable wasteland, abandoned by humans, claimed by The Withering. She paid the water fee in dried meat and claimed her space in the green, eating mechanically near the central cooking fires. She sat and stared into the flames, thinking on the spread of The Withering, worrying about the speed with which it seemed to be claiming the world. She had studiously ignored the tiny hut before the great saba tree, the spiritual center of the village. But now, as the sun dipped below the horizon, she looked at the silhouette of the one building no one in the village would willingly enter. Firelight glinted off of two points within the shadowed doorway, and she realized the curtain was being held open and someone was looking directly at her. It was the dakini, hidden in the shadows within the hut, firelight reflecting orange from her inhuman eyes. Tales of dakini magic frightened children and adults alike. As keepers of the saba trees, the dakini were revered, but it was known that their magic twisted their bodies, minds, and souls. They were spoken of in hushed tones, their magic as feared as it was relied upon. Jinasa had never seen a dakini in the flesh. The one that stared at her so intently was the first she had even glimpsed. The longer she stared, the more she could make out. The figure in the doorway was backlight by a faint viridian light, and it seemed the dakini beckoned her, then stepped back into the hut. The curtain remained open, the implicit invitation awaiting Jinasa's response. Jinasa looked around the green and realized that she was alone. The places where others would sit were empty. Their canteens and food remained, but now she was alone. She looked back up at the dakini hut, saw the eerie, twin dots of light reflecting from the monstrous eyes, now further back in the hut than before, and felt compelled to move toward the door. She stood, set down her water, and walked slowly closer to the open curtain. She paused on the threshold, but only for a moment, and then she was inside. The interior was massive but felt claustrophobic. Branches and leaves filled the space and she had to push them aside to move further in. It looked as though she stood inside a gargantuan, hollow tree with branches on the inside instead of the outside. Bending a densely leaf-covered bough aside, she found herself in a small, intimate clearing lit by a faint, emerald glow that had no source. Opposite her sat the dakini. Her skin was a deep mahogany, a wood grain pattern ran along the surface in slowly arcing curves that followed her limbs, tight whorls at her joints, but the entire surface smooth as if it were a single piece of polished wood or patterned silk. She was nude, her very human, very feminine shape surreal as she moved not woodenly as one would expect, but with a fluid grace, almost as if her body were a plant time-lapse growing into new positions rather than actually moving. Her face was so smooth, with high, regal cheekbones, full, luscious lips, and a tiny nose that might be described as cute were it human. The eyes still burned orange with an inner light. She leaned forward with a sound like creaking wood and a rich, earthen scent came to Jinasa on a breeze that was out of place in the enclosed space. "Sit," said the dakini in a voice like the rustle of dry leaves, titian eyes burning. Jinasa was certain there had been nowhere to sit when she entered the chamber, but now an oddly shaped log was behind her, so she sat. It felt like sitting on someone’s lap. "You know The Withering." It was a statement of fact, and the dakini did not wait for a response. "You know its' secrets." Jinasa nodded. "I travel The Withering. I can survive there." "The Withering spreads." The dakini moved again with the groaning sound of wood bending and Jinasa found herself impossibly sitting beside the dakini although neither had moved. It was as if the room had moved around them, shifting them closer. "It consumes the essence of all it touches, yet it does not consume you." Jinasa heard the unasked question in that statement. Her response was simple. "I do not remain long enough for it to touch me." "You take from The Withering. You restore things to the people. You save that which was lost." "I scavenge," said Jinasa, "to trade. I am no savior." The dakini remained motionless and silent for long moments. Then she spoke again. "You must save that which is not yet lost." Jinasa had no idea what the dakini wanted, but she wasn't foolish enough to accept a job from a witch. She shook her head. "I'm not for hire." "Shh," said the dakini, and it sounded more like wind blowing through the branches or gas escaping a vent than an actual verbal sound. The air felt thick and warm as the sound continued for far too long, and Jinasa's eyelids felt heavy. Her mind was fuzzy. She shook her head trying to clear it. She wanted to stand but her legs did not move. She should panic, but it was not worth the effort. She was too relaxed. The dakini spoke again. "You will do this thing." Jinasa did not want to agree, but it seemed like a very good idea. She nodded in acceptance. "You will be protected," said the dakini. She wrapped her arms around Jinasa who was now somehow sitting on the dakini's lap, then reclining, cradled in the dakini's arms like a baby. The dakini tucked Jinasa against her bare breast and Jinasa turned to face the silken flesh. The dakini made a sound and shrugged her arm, urging Jinasa closer. Jinasa felt the engorged breast against cheek, the nipple pressed against her lips, soft and supple, and she opened her mouth and took it in. She suckled like a baby. The liquid was warm, and flowed slow, thick and sweet like sap. As she drank, a feeling of euphoria spread through her body, her skin flushed with warmth. Everything was wonderful. It was amazing. She had never felt like this before. She didn't even notice the delicate branches like fingers as they unfastened her belt and untied her trousers. Her pants and undergarments were tugged smoothly from her body, and her legs spread wide by gentle wooden boughs. The root that moved between her legs was not rough like tree bark, but sleek and sensual, and it prodded at the entrance to her womb. She had stopped suckling now, and looked down her own body at the root that pressed against her flesh. It was rooted at the waist of the dakini, projecting out like an enormous, obscene phallus, and Jinasa found herself lying back, no longer cradled in gentle arms. Now the dakini leaned down over her, pinning her down with hands far too strong for their dainty appearance. The root pressed, pushed forward, spread Jinasa, and slipped inside. The dakini stared down into Jinasa's eyes, the inhuman orange glow of her gaze frightening in its intensity. She pressed the wooden shaft deeper into Jinasa with every thrust, and Jinasa found herself moaning in pleasure. She couldn't look away from those mesmerizing eyes. Whatever method the dakini had employed to so quickly seduce her was infallible. She was lost to the moment. The voice of dakini was strong now, like the cracking of tree trunks in a lightning storm, and she gave Jinasa her orders. "Take the seed. Keep it safe in your womb. Deliver it to the heart of The Withering. The Withering will come for you. It wants what you now possess, and you must allow access. The joining of the two is the salvation of all." And with that, the dakini pressed forward one last time. Jinasa felt something improbably large move up the length of the root pressed up inside of her body, the sheer size of it making it uncomfortable. The numbing effects of the dakini magic began to fade, and the reality of the situation flooed into her brain. She struggled, trying to free herself, but the thing moved up the root, deeper into her body, and when it was expelled from the root and into her womb, she felt terror well up from deep within her soul. Her scream shattered the silence as the dakini thrust her seed into Jinasa, the violation, the sheer terror of that monstrous thing atop her, within her, the taste of its sap still heavy in her mouth. She felt her entire body tremble violently, and then she faded into unconsciousness. When Jinasa awoke, she was on the green, sleeping with the other travelers. She sat with a start, the cloak that covered her sliding down to pool in her lap. She was clothed, her supplies were untouched, everything was as it should be. She looked at the hut of the dakini, but the curtain was closed, and no light shone from within. She stared at the curtain, filled with uncertainty. The taste of sap was in her mouth and she was sore between her legs. Panic rose then, an indescribable sense of horror and dismay. What had happened last night? Had it been a dream or had that really happened? Was she carrying some sort of dakini seed within her bowels?

This will sound silly, but librarian. It's what I always wanted to be since I was a little girl. If you could live anywhere in the world, in any country, location, etc. where would you live?

oils her up

give him my body to play with as he will

pets own kitty

Granted, but it's so slow people walk past you when you're at top speed. I wish I had a boat

Masturbate all gorillas again

The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing... in my pants.