This is part of the @freewritehouse selfie contest AND a #WeekendFreewrite Where you get 3 prompts. Prompt one, write for five minutes. Get prompt 2, write for five more minutes. Prompt 3, write and finish the story in the last five minutes. I went a little bit over on time today, but I think the story was just a little too hot to give up.
The red liquid looked like blood. But she couldn't be sure - and who has blood in a glass on the table? Beth was a little wary of the fact that these neighbors had shown up so soon after she’d found the hidden camera at her house (and right after she put on a show for it) in the first place, but then to have invited her over for a ‘neighborhood party’ in this supposedly super close knit, small community? Maybe she’d been invited to some sort of ritual thing. ‘Holy shit!’ she thought, maybe they were planning to sacrifice her for something. Then she smiled to herself. It’s not like she could be a virgin sacrifice. Hell, if they really were spying on her through that hidden camera in her living room, they already knew that.
She stepped around the table with the glass of red liquid on it and headed back outside to the back deck where the guests were hanging out. Whether or not there was a glass of blood on the table, she was here and she was determined to have a good time. It said a lot about her current level of a social life that she was perfectly capable of overlooking potential glasses of blood to get a chance to be around other people. Especially when those people were all fun, sexy as hell and obviously not shy.
She’d already seen several not-so-discreet caresses, kisses, ass grabs and the like between everyone there. It seemed like these guys were all really ‘close’ and by close, she imagined that meant friends with benefits kind of close.
She stepped outside, the breeze cooling her in the heat of the evening. Jake, the neighbor she’d just met earlier approached her with a glass of something (definitely not blood) with ice in it. “Would you like a drink? It’s kind of our own special recipe,” he said with a smile.
She took the glass and then hesitated just a bit, “Wait, what do you mean ‘special recipe’? Are you trying to get me drunk already?” She sniffed at the lemonade looking liquid in the glass, but there was no discernible smell other than the pungent lemon scent and at least this drink didn’t look like freaking blood.
Hugo loved flowers and everyone knew this. Well, apparently everyone knew this except me. Beth, of course had just met him that night. Anyway, Hugo was one of those weird science geek types. He loved all things plants and natural medicines were his thing. He’d been growing flowers, herbs and ‘the devil’s lettuce’ variations in her greenhouse for the last couple of years. Learning and mixing up different varieties and strains of plants, trying to come up with the best, safe, supplement that would help him overcome his super uptight personality.
Over the past year he’d managed to come up with a perfect blend. She was told that it tasted sweet and tangy and, according to everyone at the party, it would lower inhibitions just enough to make you relax. It wasn’t enough to knock you out or to make you do things you wouldn’t do, but managed to hit that magic spot where everything you had always wanted to do was possible. Not only that, but everything you experienced while under the influence of this ‘supplement’ became more intense. Deeper pleasure, more intense pain, everything culminating together to make for the best orgasms, full body pleasure and release like nothing that had ever been created before.
The neighborhood apparently used it for their monthly parties, getting everyone loosened up and ready to play. Hugo was actually severely protective of his creation. He didn’t want it getting out to the masses, because everyone knew that if just anyone had access to something like this, they would surely just use it for nefarious purposes. He kept it closely guarded and even his closest friends had no idea how it was made.
Having learned all of this, Beth considered for just a moment. She knew that she was being crazy unsafe even being here at the party with these people she’d just met, but she had wanted a real night out.
She held the glass in her hand, watching the ice melt and observing all of the other party goers. There were only five other guests there that she’d met that night. She was pretty sure that she was up for just about anything and had already assumed that the night was probably going to end in a free for all orgy or some sort of business.
Still, she’d feel better if she didn’t try something new right yet. She handed the glass back to Jake, “Thanks, but I think I’ll wait until next time and see how it goes.”
“No problem,” he said, taking the glass back and bringing it to his lips. She watched as he drank half the glass and then held out his free hand to her. “Let’s go over and see what everyone is doing, if you want.”
Beth nodded. She definitely did want. She felt a bit reassured that he hadn’t been trying to roofie her, since he just downed half the glass himself. As they drew closer to the small group, she saw that everyone else appeared to be drinking the same thing he’d offered her. She was kind of glad that she hadn’t taken the drink herself solely for the reason that now she’d have the chance to see how everyone else reacted to it.
It wasn’t a long wait. Beth knew that these guys were already comfortable around each other, and although there was only really one ‘couple’ in the bunch, soon everyone was sitting around a low table on the deck, wanting to play strip poker.
She figured out pretty quickly that they all just wanted an excuse to get naked together. ‘I’ve never seen so many horrible poker players.’ she thought and laughed as Nicole convinced everyone that she needed to remove several pieces of clothing at once, because as she said, she lost SO hard, she deserved it.
Soon everyone was topless and a few of the women still had their wrap skirts on with nothing underneath. Jakes housemate wore only a towel (and a little one at that) and it really wasn’t doing much to hide the fact that he was naked underneath, incredibly well endowed and apparently really enjoying the view he had. It looked more like a tent than a towel.
Beth had only lost her top and even though she hadn’t had any of the drink, she was feeling pretty uninhibited herself. Not that she was the shy type, anyway.
Being around all of these other people who were so comfortable with each other, turned on by each other and open to having fun, well, it just enhanced her general exhibitionist tendencies. When Jake’s hand rested on her thigh near her knee, she took it and guided it down her thigh, closer to the throbbing ache that was distracting her from everything else. His eyes met hers and it felt like they’d both ignite from the heat between them.
‘Yeah,’ Beth thought, “I am going to like living in this neighborhood. A lot.”
- Day One: Banana's Are a Great Source of Potassium
- Day Two: The Painting
- Day Three: Exploration: Erotica
- Day Four: Holding Hands
- Day Five: Swing: Part 1, My Adventures in a Sex Club erotica
- Day Six: The Cage:Part 2, My Adventures in a Sex Club erotica
- Day Seven: NSFW Five is my Favorite Number: The Finish, My Adventures in a Sex Club erotica
- Day Eight: Home Alone erotica
- Day Nine: The Monkey's Wedding
- Day Ten: Taboo Fantasy
- Day Eleven: Appetite for Bondage erotica
- Day Twelve: Business Trip erotica
