Somethingsomething

Don't you think it would look nicer with a third layer of paint? I guess there is no such thing as a favourite child.

>> I don’t know how I got here. I must have lost my coat. Somewhere on the way. I don’t know for how long I’ve been wandering around here. If only my head did not feel so dizzy. I’ve lost track of the days that have passed. There had been sun, there had been stars. Then there had been sun again. Then stars again. In the beginning there had been green grass beneath my feet, there had been trees, little rivers. Then the grass had started becoming sparse. The mossy ground had begun to become colder, harder. Rocky. Then there had been snow. I don’t know if I lost my shoes or if I was sent barefooted. I don’t really remember a lot since they sent me out here. Maybe it were those berries that they had made me eat. Ever since I’ve eaten them I started feeling drowsy. I don’t even remember which way I came from. I want to turn around and go back home, but I don’t know which direction to choose. I never wanted to come here. They forced me to. It’s what they do, what they do every year. Every year since I can remember. Since I can remember, they have sacrificed young women to the spirits that live up in the mountains. For a mild winter, for a good harvest. Ever since I can remember there had been festivities that day, dance, chatter, children got dressed up in their best clothes, the elder came together and sat around big fires, exchanging stories from the past. I used to sit at their feet as a child, listening to them talking with my eyes big in fascination. Every year a young woman is chosen. They say it’s an honour to be chosen. The dress that the chosen girl is wearing on her journey is woven by the most skilled tailors there are. It is made of the finest silk there is. They’ll bathe her in milk and honey, they’ll comb her hair until it shines like the silk on her body. Everything around me looks the same. Snow. Snow as far as I can see. Snow up to my knees. I wonder why I don’t feel the cold. In the far distance, I can see the spirits, they’re waiting for me. I can hear their enchanted voices in my head. They’re out here to get me. I will try to cross the mountain. Maybe if I keep walking this direction, I’ll find another village at the other side of it. If only my head did not feel so heavy. Maybe if I rest a bit..? I know they’ve sent me here to die, but I will not. I will cross the mountain. I will cross the mountain and will find a new village to live in. If only I wasn't so tired. Maybe if I rested.. just for a bit? <<

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Pacifistic criminal

Hello there! I really enjoy writing short stories so this will be where I'll be posting them. They'll mostly be just one post, I think if I decide to write something longer, I'll mark the posts that belong together :). Feel free to let me know what you think and yeah, enjoy reading them :)! xo

Okay, cool :)! Thanks!

@IsabellaRose, can we post short stories there too? So we'd create a topic and then simply post short or longer stories into them?

Okay, so here is my challenge for you: Pick one of the following four images and write a background story to it. Who is / are the character / s? What's their relationship? How did they end up where they are right now? The word maximum is 500 words. The plot can be lewd, can be non-lewd, however you wish! I hope there is a picture that catches your interest! Enjoy Image #1 Image #2 Image #3 Last but not least: Image #4

Some months ago! When was the last time that you felt truly sorry for the way that you have treated yourself in the past? If you have never felt that way, when was the last time that you decided to quit a certain habit?

I guess there is always some room for improvement, but I'd say, I'm pretty content with where I'm at right now. When was the last time that you learned a new skill?

(Can't sleep so here I am!) Phew, that's a good question. I honestly haven't slept with anyone for what feels like multiple life times. So something really new in a sexual matter.. maybe 5 or 6 years ago? When was the last time that you learned something that changed the way of looking at your own life?

..an image? A real image? Of a real naked woman? Does my reflection in the mirror count? If the first three things apply but the last one does not, then I actually do not know. When was the last time that you felt truly excited to meet someone? Maybe because you haven't seen each other for a long time or because you are dating and super excited to get to know each other.

This gives me strong summer vibes.

If yes, what instrument do you play and what kind of music to you like to play? If not, is there any you'd like to learn?

Did someone say dark and violent?

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Even though I can be pretty open about my sexuality with my friends (I don't have so many real-life kinks. I guess the wildest that it goes is a bit of choking and being called a good girl) and parts of my family (I don't have such a big family and basically there would just be one or two people with whom this topic could be talked about), I would not tell anybody about the roleplays. I guess it is something that needs to be approached slowly and covers sensitive topics, such as ageplay and non-con. To really talk about it, I guess it would need time for the other person to make their own experiences in this field to have a more.. distanced view on those topics. I mean I find it thrilling in roleplays, but in real life those things would be a big no-go. So to sum it up ot is just something I'd rather keep to myself and share it with those, that share it with me (you guys!).

I'm glad that you like the idea Thank you for your feedback!

Hello dear ecchidreams-team and dear dreamers! First of all, I really like the new layout and really appreciate the switch button for the light and the dark mode! I was wondering what everyone was thinking of having the option to customize the main page (home page? welcome page? The page on which you get when you simply type ecchidreams.com in your browser ). What I often experience is that I find myself irritated of the pictures on the right hand side of this page, especially when I'm working on a plot in my head and just quickly want to check some statuses. I don't know whether this would be interesting for anybody else, but I thought it would be pretty cool to have the option to customize this main page. In the same way I might not be interested in images and find them irritating but would appreciate an overview over my ecchitexts, somebody else might not be interested in statuses and would like to have more space to appreciate the images, etc.. I'm just going to leave this idea here and am curious what you guys think of it Stay healthy and have nice holidays everyone

Sophie cursed and closed the window of her ongoing analysis. Something was wrong. None of the results made sense. She ran her hand through her silky brown hair and went through her lab notes again. Why were these results so different from the last time she had run her experiments? She had done everything exactly the same as she had done last time. She folded her arms on the table, placed her forehead onto them and emitted a long, frustrated sigh. At days like these she always wondered whether science was the right field for her and what had happened to all that passion that she used to have in the beginning of her PhD. She was in her second year now and her motivation, which right now was at the lowest point it had ever been, had been drained by results that did not make any sense and by repeating experiment over and over again without gaining any new insights. She decided to talk a stroll through the institute. She took her transponder, shut down her computer and wandered through the empty floors with their white walls and their glass doors until she stood in front of the staircase. She walked down to the basement and to the mouse-house, in which all mice needed for the institute’s experiments were maintained. Sophie leaned her arm against the glass door and stared into the room with its seemingly endless rows of cages which stood there in the bright neon light. 16 hours of light. 8 hours of darkness. Sophie yawned. She could use 8 hours of sleep as well. When she returned to her desk, she rubbed her eyes and went through her notes again, comparing serial numbers of all kits and enzymes that she had been using, trying to find that one detail that she seemed to miss. When she couldn’t find anything, she decided to go home. It was no use. She was simply too tired. She was already on her way outside when she stumbled across Pete, a post doc, who seemingly had no life besides of his project either, even though he didn’t look like it. He always seemed to have a tan, god knew where from, he seemed to do sports, god knew when, and he always seemed to be in good spirits, god knew how. And there was Sophie, feeling like she had been run over by a truck, with her hair that definitely needed a thorough wash and clothes that looked rather like pyjamas than like anything else. “Hey Pete.”, she said and nodded at him. “It's 9pm. Did they finally grant you to have your own bed in the lab?” He chuckled and took a drink from a can of diet coke. “Anyways. Please euthanize my mice and burn my notes. I’ll quit.”, she said tiredly and tightened the scarf around her neck. Pete chuckled again. “I know that dilemma. Care to go through your notes together? It’s never a good thing to go home frustrated. You’ll find no rest and you definitely look like you need it.” Sophie sighed. “I got it. I look like shit today. I just wished people would stop telling me.” She gave him a sceptical glance. “Okay. 30 minutes.” What followed was a conversation, that must have sounded the most cryptic to everyone that was not familiar with the topic. “For how long did you expose your mice to the toxin?” “Did you shave off their fur or did you use hair removal creme?” “What diet where your mice on?” “I wouldn’t include that experiment. It would only provoke the bio ethics council.” Eventually Sophie sighed in resignation. “This is not leading us anywhere Pete.”, she mumbled and looked at him tiredly. He shrugged. “It’s probably something about your evaluation pipeline. I’d check the software if I was you. It doesn’t seem to be a problem of your experimental set up or your technique.” Sophie’s eyes widened. “..the pipeline!” She hadn’t checked the pipeline! Maybe the new batch of mice required different parameters..? She grinned at Pete. “You’re amazing! It's the first thing I'm going to do tomorrow.” She gave him a sideward glance. She had always liked Pete. They had even hooked up once, a year ago maybe, after the institute’s Christmas party. However they had both been drunk and hadn’t talked about it ever since, especially because both of them had been in relationships back then. But her and her boyfriend had split up and she had heard that Pete and his girlfriend had been through tough times as well. “Would you.. like to have a beer somewhere?”, she asked hesitantly. “I think I could use some distraction from all of this.” Pete raised an eyebrow and looked at her just as sceptical as she had looked at him earlier. “..a beer? Yeah sure.” He tucked some of his blond hair behind his ear. “..but I also do have a bottle of wine at home, if that’s what you want.” Sophie blushed and chuckled nervously. “..I guess that is what I want. ..is it what you want too?” It was. And at the latest when the two of them had entered his apartment, there were no doubts about either of their intentions anymore. Giggling, Sophie kicked off her shoes and opened the zipper of Pete's jacket, meanwhile he was nibbled on her neck. “Wine?”, he asked her when he let go of her neck to take off his jacket and to untie his shoes. “Yes! Definitely!” Sophie took off her jacket and strolled to his couch, which stood exactly where it had stood a year ago. “Hey what happened to the swan lake poster?”, she called into the kitchen. “Threw it out. It was Mary’s.” In the next moment, Pete returned with a bottle of red wine and two cups in his hands. Sophie watched him pour their drinks, wondering why on earth it had taken her so long to ask him out. “To science.”, he said and raised his cup. “To goddamn evaluation pipelines.”, she said and raised hers as well. When they had both placed their cups back onto the coffee table, Pete gave Sophie a wide grin, took her by her hips and pulled her up onto him so she straddled his lap. Sophie returned his grin and looked at him longingly before she leaned forward and kissed him. Kissing him felt just as good as she remembered it had. Biting his bottom lip playfully when their lips parted, she leaned back a bit, grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. She gave him an admiring glance, then shook her head laughing. “What’s your secret Pete. Tell me.” “Good food. Good wine. Little sleep.”, he said grinning, before he slid her shirt over her head, revealing her small, firm breasts. Why wear a bra to the lab? He smirked at her, rolled her onto her back and kissed his way down to her breasts, beginning with her lips, down her neck, over her collarbone, until he had reached one of her light brown nipples which had already hardened in anticipation. He closed his lips around it, applied some suction on it and moved his tongue over it before he gave it a playful bite. “Still like that?”, he said, looking up to her. Sophie nodded wordlessly and gasped when his teeth closed around her nipple a second time. When she felt him unbuttoning her jeans, she did not protest the tiniest bit but instead emitted a pleased moan when she felt him pushing his hand inside of her panties. “Mind if I take them off?”, he whispered as soon as he had withdrawn his hand from her, his fingers glistening from her wetness. Sophie smirked and pushed him backwards. “Mind if I take yours off?”, she said playfully as she kissed her way down his stomach. She undid his pants, pulled them down, revealing the little pipette tattoo at his ankle and took them off before she moved up between his legs again. She could see his erection press against the checked fabric of his boxershorts and could see a little wet spot where his precum had seeped through the fabric. She looked up to him and waited for his go, then took off his boxershorts as well. She kissed the inside of his thighs teasingly, before she placed her tongue onto the base of his shaft and moved it upwards, until she had reached the sensitive tip. She gave it a short lick to wet it and subsequently let it glide into her mouth. She could hear Pete emit a soft moan as she began to caress his tip with her tongue. Nothing had changed. He had liked that the last time as well..

Is there a limit of lewdness for our stories?