Finish the story...

WomenMoveMe · 12-23-2011, 05:34 AM

Yes...I know it is an odd sort of story. I sat to write something and that is what came out. I wish I could...and I know I should...explain myself...but I can't. At least you thought it was somewhat funny however strange the premise!

Truly Scrumptious · 12-23-2011, 11:20 AM

You and Tandoori
Now fascinate all of us
Don't leave us hanging!

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Originally Posted by WomenMoveMe

Yes...I know it is an odd sort of story. I sat to write something and that is what came out. I wish I could...and I know I should...explain myself...but I can't. At least you thought it was somewhat funny however strange the premise!

Passionaria · 12-24-2011, 04:12 AM

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Originally Posted by WomenMoveMe

Yes...I know it is an odd sort of story. I sat to write something and that is what came out. I wish I could...and I know I should...explain myself...but I can't. At least you thought it was somewhat funny however strange the premise!

Actually I really like it, it just took me by surprise. But I feel it's bold and intriguing. I was driving around this evening thinking about it and how it might unfold. I'm trying to feel out where I could chime in, it's brewing. It's the perfect set up for an erotic adventure. HMMM

Pashi

Passionaria · 12-27-2011, 01:41 AM

With a swift deliberate move, Tandoori set the bottle of wine on the coffee table. It wasn't a casual placement, instead it seemed as if some resolute decision was being expressed through the clank of glass meeting wood. With the same sense of purpose Tandoori stood up, turned, pivoting on one foot and disappeared back through the swinging doors. The sound of drawers opening and closing echoed from beyond. She was mumbling to herself a mist a clattering of sounds. Metal to tile, glass to tile, a rattling then thud. A gathering told in the symphony of sounds. After a moment or two, footsteps growing closer, she emerged, backward through the swinging doors. Her round bottom parting them open, making way for her to gingerly pass through without disturbing the tray of objects she was carrying.

Tandoori, walked over to the couch and held an etched brass tray up, raising it up reverently toward the ceiling, almost as if it was an offering to some unseen force. Then she placed the tray in the center of the coffee table, and sat. On the tray was an assortment of mischievous offerings, including the deep green cucumber that had incited this adventure. There was a milky white frosted glass votive candle holder that embraced a rose colored candle, which she grabbed first. Placing directly before her, Tandoori carefully pinched up the fresh unburned wick and fondled it into an erect position with one hand, while grabbing a box of matches from the tray with the other. This curious woman lingered in thought for a moment before sliding the cardboard box open, then plucked a wooden match from the box. With an unapologetic smirk, she struck the match, gracing the dry wood of the match with a bright steady flame. She put flame to wick, and slid the candle next to brass tray, blew out the match, and threw it on the tray along with the match box. Intrigued, I slowly sat back into the soft of the couch, taking in this curious scene. A soft light danced behind milky white glass adding a warmth to the objects on the table. The scent of rose mingled with the smell of smoke. Busily Tandoori grabbed a piece of Nag Champa incense, pulling it from it's blue and white box and lit it from the candle flame. Reaching forward she tucked the fragile wooden end of the incense into the mouth of a brass dragon incense holder, that was sitting on the golden tray. She then took a thick piece of neatly folded paper towel from the tray, and laid it open on the coffee table before her. Next she retrieved a silver metal vegetable peeler from the tray, as well as the infamous cucumber, placing them both on the paper towel. She slowly arose, walked over to the wall, and flipped off the lights. My eyes drawn to the scene on the table: a round brass tray encircling a smoking dragon, soft rose candle flickering next to it, a surgical looking cucumber set up, and a wine bottle, which Tandoori grabbed as she sat back down. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long deep swig, then handed it to me. Shaking my head, I followed suit, drinking long and hard.

"People look at me as though I am some sort of Carnival freak" Tandoori began. The soft light flickering shadows across her face, and flesh of her arms, chest and tummy. "So I oblidge them, this way I am in control, rather than being their victim." " I'm afraid it's taught me to be a bit of an exhibitionist." She picked up the vegtable peeler, and cucumber, and methodicly began running the blade across cucumber, peels falling on paper, revieling the moist clean flesh of this bulging vegtable. "It's not easy being a woman who's looks don't inspire social acceptance" she continued. "Or even respect most of the time." " Each one of these tatoos has a meaning, it tells a story about a part of me" Tandoori said tenderly. Then she rose to her feet, moving around the coffe table to a large over stuffed chair. She set the cucumber on the chairs arm, looked me straight in the eyes and said "You can stay if you like, but you must not move, and you may not touch me, do you understand?" "Can you deal with this" she asked? Shocked but intrigued, I mumbled "yes I will stay right here and watch."

"I thought you might" she said with a soft laugh. Eyes still engaged, she reached around her back and I could hear the sound of a metal zipper releasing. Tandoori slid her thumbs under the edge of the skirt top and slid it down over her hips, letting it fall. Her black bra which sported fuschia polka dots matched the bikini bottoms that emerged as the denim skirt hit the floor. Tandoori steped out of the skirt, and pushed it to the side with her foot. I was amazed by the interweavings of tatoos that colored her soft fleshy body. She had softly curved hips and a tummy with a small rounded pouch. No hard edges, instead she was soft and deliciously fleshy. Tandoori reached around and unfastened her bra, then leaned forward leting it too hit the floor. While her chest and abdomon was decorated with tatoos, her breast were milky white, and full, with pink nipples. Her eyes shifted and her lips curved into a soft smile. The look of a seductress, juxtaposed against her somewhat toothless smile. Her hands ran up her tummy, and cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples untill they stood erect. Then she held each breast in her hand pulling them up and out as if offering them, before running her hands back down her stomach and slowly removing her panties. Full breasts and a perfectly clean shaven pussy, something that took me by a bit of a surprise. Then, Tandoori sat down into the overstuffed chair, and picked up the cucumber.

Grabbing the end of this slick bulging veggie, she turned to the side and began tracing the cucumber over a red rose that tattooed on her left upper arm. Sensuously tracing the edges of this detailed flower as she spoke. "When people look at me, they see a dandelion." "A pesky weed that comes uninvited into freshly manicured lawns." "Disturbing the pristine vision of reality they hold" "That's how I feel when I walk out in public" she said, her voice tinted with pain. "This rose represents my right to be beautiful in my own way." I had it etched into my skin, to remind me that I can be a rose, even if that flower only shows inside of me". She then ran the cucumber down and around a Celtic band that etched in black below it. The tip of the cucumber following the bold tribal design. This arm band represents the tribe of freaks, and this I wear it proudly" she said looking me dead in the eye. " I may be a dirty little freak, but I never apologize for it, it get's me off" she said rebelliously. " And, my tribe protects me." She looked at my expression and laughed, "shocking isn't it", she retorted. I was speechless, she was amused.

She then moved the cucumber up her arm , across her collar bone and down her chest tracing the lines of a raven haired fairy. The details were amazing, this fairy lithe and nude, began directly below her collar bone and her feet stretched down to her heart. The wings spread wide across her chest. "This fairy represents my hopes and dreams" Tandoori said, her voice softening. "As women we all have dreams about who we are and what we want from this life." "I'm no different." "The world around me tries to tell me I am not worthy of my dreams, because I look like this." "But every time I look in the mirror and see her, it reminds me that the magic of life exists for me too." "That's why she stands on my heart, she's the protector of my dreams." I sat back in amazement taking in this scene; soft light flickering across her skin, shadows and shapes dancing on the walls around her, the scent of rose and incense drifting, the wine taking hold of my brain, her voice telling stories of hope and pain, and in this altered state it was as if the moistness of cucumber tracings left on each tattoo, left a shimmering light that brought the image to life whispering to me in light and tale, against her soft flesh. What once appeared crass and vulgar, now emerged mesmerizing. Laughing softly to myself i thought " I can't ever remember being so grateful for buying a cucumber, in my life."

Tandoori stood up suddenly and turned her back to me, revealing a set of angel wings tattooed across the entire part of her upper back. "May the angels protect the beauty in me, that humans can't see" she said running the cucumber across the round of her ass. Then she hopped up into the chair, turned and sat while opening her legs wide over the arms of the chair. Tandoori looked at the cucumber, then ran her lips up and down the length of it. Coming to the top she kissed it lovingly, and said in a sultry voice "tonight you are my lover, and you will please me in anyway I see fit." The width of the chair spread her pussy wide open. Revealing a rose pink crystal nestled right above her clit. Flower petals adorned with jewels. She saw where my eyes were focused and said "I love that piercing, its so naughty, and it feels so good rubbing against me every time I move." One hand firmly around the cucumber, the other hand finding the little jewel, and she began playing with it. Her hips pushed forward, and she moaned softly. Moistness gathering, flesh swelling, she took the cucumber and began sucking on it. Hips rising to meet fingers, cucumber going deeper and deeper into her mouth. Wet and slick she slid the adored veggie and ran it down her chest, and across her swollen pussy talking to it as if her lover she began pushing it deep inside her. I could only understand bit and pieces of what she was saying :

Open me up wide and tease me until I beg you for it
Aye, it's not all going to fit, but make me try and take it
quick shallow strokes
while the other hand payed with her hood piercing
hips meet girth
voice becoming barely audible
I love the way it burns
when it's just a little to big
pain with pleasure
when you push deep inside me
take all of me and be merciless
make me come undone
mmmmm you know the best way
to learn what a woman likes is
to watch how she does herself
Aye, take that big cock and find my G spot
tonight I'm so pent up
I just need to come
over and over again right now
deft hands working flesh, soft moans
become soft screams
Aye, I love the way you fuck me
give me all of it
and she came
time after time after time
then pulled out the massive cucumber
and held it to her breast

Legs shaking she looked at me, leaned over and blew out the candle. The room pitch black. Then the sound of her voice, tender and vulnerable said "tell me who I am."

12-23-2011, 05:34 AM	#1
WomenMoveMe Member How Do You Identify?: I just wander about and be! Relationship Status: Caution: Dead End Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: Kentucky Posts: 561 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,473 Thanked 2,100 Times in 417 Posts Rep Power: 21474850	I know... Yes...I know it is an odd sort of story. I sat to write something and that is what came out. I wish I could...and I know I should...explain myself...but I can't. At least you thought it was somewhat funny however strange the premise!

12-27-2011, 01:41 AM	#4
Passionaria Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Urban Bohemian : http://youtu.be/IM96Ch9Gx4A Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: She ran away with with the Gypsy's ✿ Posts: 2,519 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 5,316 Thanked 3,737 Times in 1,248 Posts Rep Power: 16689910	With a swift deliberate move, Tandoori set the bottle of wine on the coffee table. It wasn't a casual placement, instead it seemed as if some resolute decision was being expressed through the clank of glass meeting wood. With the same sense of purpose Tandoori stood up, turned, pivoting on one foot and disappeared back through the swinging doors. The sound of drawers opening and closing echoed from beyond. She was mumbling to herself a mist a clattering of sounds. Metal to tile, glass to tile, a rattling then thud. A gathering told in the symphony of sounds. After a moment or two, footsteps growing closer, she emerged, backward through the swinging doors. Her round bottom parting them open, making way for her to gingerly pass through without disturbing the tray of objects she was carrying. Tandoori, walked over to the couch and held an etched brass tray up, raising it up reverently toward the ceiling, almost as if it was an offering to some unseen force. Then she placed the tray in the center of the coffee table, and sat. On the tray was an assortment of mischievous offerings, including the deep green cucumber that had incited this adventure. There was a milky white frosted glass votive candle holder that embraced a rose colored candle, which she grabbed first. Placing directly before her, Tandoori carefully pinched up the fresh unburned wick and fondled it into an erect position with one hand, while grabbing a box of matches from the tray with the other. This curious woman lingered in thought for a moment before sliding the cardboard box open, then plucked a wooden match from the box. With an unapologetic smirk, she struck the match, gracing the dry wood of the match with a bright steady flame. She put flame to wick, and slid the candle next to brass tray, blew out the match, and threw it on the tray along with the match box. Intrigued, I slowly sat back into the soft of the couch, taking in this curious scene. A soft light danced behind milky white glass adding a warmth to the objects on the table. The scent of rose mingled with the smell of smoke. Busily Tandoori grabbed a piece of Nag Champa incense, pulling it from it's blue and white box and lit it from the candle flame. Reaching forward she tucked the fragile wooden end of the incense into the mouth of a brass dragon incense holder, that was sitting on the golden tray. She then took a thick piece of neatly folded paper towel from the tray, and laid it open on the coffee table before her. Next she retrieved a silver metal vegetable peeler from the tray, as well as the infamous cucumber, placing them both on the paper towel. She slowly arose, walked over to the wall, and flipped off the lights. My eyes drawn to the scene on the table: a round brass tray encircling a smoking dragon, soft rose candle flickering next to it, a surgical looking cucumber set up, and a wine bottle, which Tandoori grabbed as she sat back down. She brought the bottle to her lips and took a long deep swig, then handed it to me. Shaking my head, I followed suit, drinking long and hard. "People look at me as though I am some sort of Carnival freak" Tandoori began. The soft light flickering shadows across her face, and flesh of her arms, chest and tummy. "So I oblidge them, this way I am in control, rather than being their victim." " I'm afraid it's taught me to be a bit of an exhibitionist." She picked up the vegtable peeler, and cucumber, and methodicly began running the blade across cucumber, peels falling on paper, revieling the moist clean flesh of this bulging vegtable. "It's not easy being a woman who's looks don't inspire social acceptance" she continued. "Or even respect most of the time." " Each one of these tatoos has a meaning, it tells a story about a part of me" Tandoori said tenderly. Then she rose to her feet, moving around the coffe table to a large over stuffed chair. She set the cucumber on the chairs arm, looked me straight in the eyes and said "You can stay if you like, but you must not move, and you may not touch me, do you understand?" "Can you deal with this" she asked? Shocked but intrigued, I mumbled "yes I will stay right here and watch." "I thought you might" she said with a soft laugh. Eyes still engaged, she reached around her back and I could hear the sound of a metal zipper releasing. Tandoori slid her thumbs under the edge of the skirt top and slid it down over her hips, letting it fall. Her black bra which sported fuschia polka dots matched the bikini bottoms that emerged as the denim skirt hit the floor. Tandoori steped out of the skirt, and pushed it to the side with her foot. I was amazed by the interweavings of tatoos that colored her soft fleshy body. She had softly curved hips and a tummy with a small rounded pouch. No hard edges, instead she was soft and deliciously fleshy. Tandoori reached around and unfastened her bra, then leaned forward leting it too hit the floor. While her chest and abdomon was decorated with tatoos, her breast were milky white, and full, with pink nipples. Her eyes shifted and her lips curved into a soft smile. The look of a seductress, juxtaposed against her somewhat toothless smile. Her hands ran up her tummy, and cupped her breasts, pulling at her nipples untill they stood erect. Then she held each breast in her hand pulling them up and out as if offering them, before running her hands back down her stomach and slowly removing her panties. Full breasts and a perfectly clean shaven pussy, something that took me by a bit of a surprise. Then, Tandoori sat down into the overstuffed chair, and picked up the cucumber. Grabbing the end of this slick bulging veggie, she turned to the side and began tracing the cucumber over a red rose that tattooed on her left upper arm. Sensuously tracing the edges of this detailed flower as she spoke. "When people look at me, they see a dandelion." "A pesky weed that comes uninvited into freshly manicured lawns." "Disturbing the pristine vision of reality they hold" "That's how I feel when I walk out in public" she said, her voice tinted with pain. "This rose represents my right to be beautiful in my own way." I had it etched into my skin, to remind me that I can be a rose, even if that flower only shows inside of me". She then ran the cucumber down and around a Celtic band that etched in black below it. The tip of the cucumber following the bold tribal design. This arm band represents the tribe of freaks, and this I wear it proudly" she said looking me dead in the eye. " I may be a dirty little freak, but I never apologize for it, it get's me off" she said rebelliously. " And, my tribe protects me." She looked at my expression and laughed, "shocking isn't it", she retorted. I was speechless, she was amused. She then moved the cucumber up her arm , across her collar bone and down her chest tracing the lines of a raven haired fairy. The details were amazing, this fairy lithe and nude, began directly below her collar bone and her feet stretched down to her heart. The wings spread wide across her chest. "This fairy represents my hopes and dreams" Tandoori said, her voice softening. "As women we all have dreams about who we are and what we want from this life." "I'm no different." "The world around me tries to tell me I am not worthy of my dreams, because I look like this." "But every time I look in the mirror and see her, it reminds me that the magic of life exists for me too." "That's why she stands on my heart, she's the protector of my dreams." I sat back in amazement taking in this scene; soft light flickering across her skin, shadows and shapes dancing on the walls around her, the scent of rose and incense drifting, the wine taking hold of my brain, her voice telling stories of hope and pain, and in this altered state it was as if the moistness of cucumber tracings left on each tattoo, left a shimmering light that brought the image to life whispering to me in light and tale, against her soft flesh. What once appeared crass and vulgar, now emerged mesmerizing. Laughing softly to myself i thought " I can't ever remember being so grateful for buying a cucumber, in my life." Tandoori stood up suddenly and turned her back to me, revealing a set of angel wings tattooed across the entire part of her upper back. "May the angels protect the beauty in me, that humans can't see" she said running the cucumber across the round of her ass. Then she hopped up into the chair, turned and sat while opening her legs wide over the arms of the chair. Tandoori looked at the cucumber, then ran her lips up and down the length of it. Coming to the top she kissed it lovingly, and said in a sultry voice "tonight you are my lover, and you will please me in anyway I see fit." The width of the chair spread her pussy wide open. Revealing a rose pink crystal nestled right above her clit. Flower petals adorned with jewels. She saw where my eyes were focused and said "I love that piercing, its so naughty, and it feels so good rubbing against me every time I move." One hand firmly around the cucumber, the other hand finding the little jewel, and she began playing with it. Her hips pushed forward, and she moaned softly. Moistness gathering, flesh swelling, she took the cucumber and began sucking on it. Hips rising to meet fingers, cucumber going deeper and deeper into her mouth. Wet and slick she slid the adored veggie and ran it down her chest, and across her swollen pussy talking to it as if her lover she began pushing it deep inside her. I could only understand bit and pieces of what she was saying : Open me up wide and tease me until I beg you for it Aye, it's not all going to fit, but make me try and take it quick shallow strokes while the other hand payed with her hood piercing hips meet girth voice becoming barely audible I love the way it burns when it's just a little to big pain with pleasure when you push deep inside me take all of me and be merciless make me come undone mmmmm you know the best way to learn what a woman likes is to watch how she does herself Aye, take that big cock and find my G spot tonight I'm so pent up I just need to come over and over again right now deft hands working flesh, soft moans become soft screams Aye, I love the way you fuck me give me all of it and she came time after time after time then pulled out the massive cucumber and held it to her breast Legs shaking she looked at me, leaned over and blew out the candle. The room pitch black. Then the sound of her voice, tender and vulnerable said "tell me who I am." __________________ *Moon cat madness*