Really Darlings, Miss Virginia is finding it most difficult to write a full-fledge erotic story every week. Perhaps she was a bit ambitious initially in saying she could get one up in time for each and every Friday. Every other week, or even once a month seems to be more reasonable, you see. While Miss V does have loads and loads of brilliant ideas floating around in that dear little head of hers, she is simply not able to find enough time to get them all down on the page. Oh, my what a predicament!
But dears never fear, Miss Virginia Prude is not without resources. What she would like to suggest to all her lovely Steam Room guests, is that we all try our hand at writing the teeniesty weensiest piece of naughty prose. What do you say? Are you up for it? (Oh my, Miss Prude does seem to be ever so inclined to the obvious metaphor, doesn’t she?)
To prepare the Steam Room for this project, Miss Prude has set aside her regular reading of Miss Manners’ Guide to Excruciatingly Correct Behavior (a must-read for every good Southern Girl like herself.) Instead she has been enjoying the rather refined work of Miss Susie Bright, author of any number of books and collections of erotica, and mistress of the most informative and scholarly webpage. Now gentle readers, Miss V will be the first to admit that some of Miss Susie Bright’s work is slightly-too-brash for the most sensitive of the evangelically inclined. But Miss V must say, she has enjoyed it all rather well, in spite of the occasional discomforting blush. At any rate, this week Miss Virginia has been reading Miss Susie’s, How to Write a Dirty Story (of which she has an autographed copy, so la-di-da darlings.) In this helpful text, Miss Susie is ever so kind to have given her readers any number of helpful writing prompts, some of which I look forward to using as the impetus for future steamy stories. It is her suggestions in How to Write… which have inspired me to start a little story and then ask you, kind readers, to finish it.
Please recall that Miss Virginia’s Steam Room has a policy of being “heavy on the hot, light on the nasty,”(TM) so please do refrain from allowing your characters to engage in threesomes; cheat on one’s spouse; be too awfully submissive/dominant; or get involved with anything other than the most delicate of tie-me-up-tie-me-down play (what else are those satin dressing gown sashes for , darlings?) And of course, Miss Prude hardly thinks she has to mention that nothing should be done to any character against his or her will. We simply do not play that way in this particular Steam Room. All of those things may be just fine for some audiences, but they tend to be a bit much for the Vodka Tonic Ladies. We don’t want to send the VTL into the dangerous sort of heart palpitations, now do we?
Alright then darlings, at long last here’s your prompt. I know you’ll do Miss Virginia proud….
Valerie had what she supposed was a somewhat uncouth habit — she liked to read in the nude. To her reading sans clothes seemed to signify total relaxation– it had something to do with peeling off the uniform of work clothes and remaining completely unadorned in her own skin. Her bedroom was her favorite place to read. Propped up against a stack of pillows, Valerie let her breasts relax from a taxing day of being pent up in underwires. Her cooch didn’t mind the airing out either, and all around she was unbothered by the pinch of a waisband or the chaffing of some unrequired piece of elastic. Valerie paused from her reading a moment and glanced in the mirror besides her bed. She thought she looked well, posed as she was, with her ’sexy librarian’ glasses perched on her nose.
Today, in this unseasonable heat, the sheets felt cool on her pale skin, sliding across her legs in the most caressing of ways. Although the book at hand was nothing more erotic than Dickens, the sensation was beginning to moisten her libido. The breeze stirred the thin curtains of Valerie’s window, and it occurred to her that there was always the possibility her across the-quad-neighbor might have (his or her) windows open too.….
Valerie stepped up to the window and looked across the quad, and the gauze of the curtains carressed her nipples, immediately hardening them. She was confident that with the sun reflecting off her curtains she could see out but no one could see in. A few times in the past she had stood at her window, in the dark, peering out to see if she could glimpse the fantastic body of her neighbor as he wandered through his apartment. She had tried several times to find out his name, but she wasn’t sure even which apartment number was his. The best she had been able to determine was that he was probably in apartment 4G, and so his name was probably A. Fillmore. She looked out over the tops of the fruit trees in the quad. His windows were wide open. His curtains were not impeding the view into his apartment. He was home. On the couch. Without his shirt.
He seemed to be playing XBox or Playstation or one of those silly computer games that men without a girlfriend spend too much time on. His television was on the same wall as the large living room window. ‘Well, Mr. A.,’ Valerie thought, ‘we’ll see if your game can compete with this.’
Slowly, her heart starting to beat wildly as she had never done this before, she drew the curtains and stood in the open window, the breeze fluttering through her short hair, cooling her pussy. She was fully exposed. She was wet. And Mr. Fillmore didn’t notice.
She began to touch herself, one hand fingering her cunt, the other rolling her nipples. The excitement, the possibility that someone might see, had her very, very moist. She could feel her cunt engorge. She ran a wet finger up her stomach, around her perky belly button, pinched a nipple.
Still nothing from across the quad.
She paused, and looked out. She wondered how many people were home. It was Saturday afternoon; maybe most people in the apartment building were out, seeking relief from the heat in a movie theater, or shopping mall, or the frozen food section of the local A&P. She didn’t see anyone in any of the other windows.
She turned back to her room and found her purse, looking for her keys. Her mom had given her a rape whistle when she moved into the city a few years ago, which she thankfully had never needed to use. ‘If my mom only knew how I’m going to use it now,’ she thought.
She pulled her keys and the whistle from her purse and walked back to the window. She turned around, spread her legs, and blew like hell. ‘Mr. Fillmore must have heard that over the noise of shooting some alien,’ she thought. She wanted to turn to see if he had noticed. But at the same time, she was scared to turn. What if he did look, but wasn’t interested? What if he did look, and WAS interested?
Slowly, slowly she turned her head. ‘Oh, my god!’ she thought, he’s looking. ‘What do I do next?’
She began caressing her breasts, fingering her pussy, as she rotated in front of the window. He was looking straight at her, but clearly did not know what to do. She continued to seek pleasure with her fingers. This was hot. THIS was Steamy! She could feel his eyes lapping up her body. She spread her legs wider, and pushed two fingers into her cunt. The pleasure made her wimper a small scream. He had stood up. He now knew that she knew he was there.
All of a sudden, she came. The wave of her orgasm spasming over her body. ‘Damn!’ she said. ‘That was too fast.’
Now that she had climaxed, she was suddenly shy. What the hell was she thinking, putting herself on display for a strange man? Her heart was racing. Quickly she crouched down and pulled the curtain shut, and crawled back into bed.
She slowed her breathing, and a few minutes later her heart stopped pounding through chest. She returned to Dickens, shaking her head.
Suddenly the buzzer rang, making her jump. ‘Oh, no!’ She thought. ‘He’s found out my apartment and has come for more.’ She went to her door, and looked through the peep hole. It WASN’T him. It was the very beautiful woman who lived next door to him! ‘What was this about?’ she wondered. And she was in a short skirt and a triangle bikini! She slowly opened the door. Her neighbor pushed inside, dropping her bikini as she came in.