Write an erotic scene with this picture

Fairly easy.
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>inb4 brapfags

i want to sniff her ass so bad

I see potential symbolism in the blue ball being the crux of her repose

I want my tongue in her repose

Bounce bounce bounce. Pounce Pounce Pounce.

After wandering out of my weekly Self Defense/Pilates class to do my cooldown stretches alone at the local LA Fitness I was joined by a young woman sitting on a ball looking fiercely into a mirror at her form. My instincts told me that her exercise was done not to build strength but to attract mates. I immediately noticed after exactly 4 "quasi-squats" a strange stench. Was it? yes it was undeniable the stench of rotten eggs and cheap perfume wafted from her stinkhole and body. the funk penetrated my nostrils giving me the necessary but rude need to explain. "SILENT BUT DEADLY!" she looked me in the eyes and thats how I met your mother.

prolly smells like old ham and tissue paper.

7/10 just for the ending

Her face is strange, cute yet not attractive

Hike them up girl
Ima rip them nikes down gurl
I wana see the ball bounce, and your ass twirl

Gonna have to give that ass a hard meh. 5/10.

The bulbous, excessively protruding cheeks give this girl the profile of a lumpenprole. In all probability, she's loud, dumb, and has criminal tendencies. Combined with the eager display of her arse, and the inviting way in she stares, one can conclude she's looking to prostitute herself for material gain.

If she's not too expensive, I'll probably accept her offer.

Something about her, the unwashed black linen that hugged her figure, or perhaps the extravagantly bare skin, aroused in me--not a sense of lightness, nor that of fleeting love--but rather that of repugnance at the realization of vapidity that courses through all women.

I'd like to give that ass a hard me
had to

>repose
in her confidence?

I could tell, instantly, that she had not come to the yoga class with the intention of performing yoga.

My wife had paid. That's why I was here, at the caprice of yet another ex-slut domesticated by suburbia and Costco membership. I go every week, she said. I need to keep up appearances, it'll be good for that belly of yours. All that idle nonsense. And here I am, attempting to recollect a Wikipedia article on the downward dog while gratefully receiving the licentious glance of a neighbour's daughter. She was a dirty bitch, that much I knew. The exposed shoulders, a slappable, overripe face like a disconsolate schoolgirl at a bus stop, God, I hadn't had a hardon this good since before the kids were born. I could imagine parting her tight little cunt, still too young to have lost its tautness, like a new tennis racket, my fingernails sinking into that sumptuous arse as the wetness of her cunt encloses my cock. I'd tweak her left breast too hard and prompt a whine, maybe seize her by the back of her neck with each thrust. The supercilious confidence of a girl like her was commonplace under 23, I remembered as much from my youth. They expected you to fuck it out of them, and by god that's what I'd do.

inb4 that machine gun toy image

not bad

i hope you write this well outside of Veeky Forums too
this sounds like it could be an erotic episode situated within a larger body of well-written fiction
noice dude

I didn't know why she wanted me to take the picture, and I didn't ask. I held out her phone for inspection of my efforts. "Thanks," she said taking the phone back. "New profile picture or something?" "Yeah, I am pretty self conscious when this place is full. Thanks again." "No problem. I know what it's like to be alone with blue balls." She didn't laugh but she didn't look disgusted. She brushed some hair from her face. "Jeez, we really are all alone here, huh?" "Yeah, that's why I usually come here. Avoid crowds." "Guess I'm ruining that huh?" "Could be worse." She made a soft sound in her throat. "Maybe I could help you with something now? Return the favor?" she asked as her eyes lit up, ensaring mine. "You mean like spot me or something?" "I was thinking something along these lines," she said reaching down the front of my shorts.

I am sitting in the corner of the fitness center by myself lifting weights and listening to a podcast with Joe Rogan, i look down into the floor really not knowing what happen in the room. I feel the vibration of two small feet tip-toeing through the room, and i still don't mind anything, until i behind the noise of Rogans raspy voice hear a weird sound hard to recognize - metallic but not really anyway. I look up and i see a blue ball, i raise my gaze further and i see two black balls bouncing up and down on top of it, several seconds i don't realize what i'm looking at, hazyminded i sit in my own bubble. Suddenly i realize it's two butt cheeks i'm looking at, two perfectly round butt cheeks. I kinda laugh to myself because of the silliness of the situation - how did i not realize it was butt cheeks? Anyways it's really a nice butt one of those butts you really feel like sticking your face in between, nearly a perfect butt, maybe even a perfect butt, it looks so soft and juicy i could bit in it, if only she would allow me, arh right, she, i remember now the butt has an owner. How does she even look? Many people with nice butts look really bad, sometimes i walk down the street and catch a really nice butt with my eye only to realize it's an above middle aged women, one of the gray one's - why do they always wear tight fitting jeans that expose their ass so much? It confuses me. My gaze is still fixated on the two black buns yoga pants in front of me, Joe Rogan is still blabbing in my ears but i don't listen anymore, i raise my eyes first to a tight waist, up sports bra showing off the feminine sholders, brown hair running down the back, and now, now i see her face directly staring at me dark green eyes penetrate my bubble. What should i say? How should i act? I've completely forgot myself, the weight lies heavy in my still and relaxed hand - what have i been doing?

I go to the gym every day. I lift weights when I'm there and mind my own business. Today though, someone steals my attention. Some dumb whore is staring at me as I finish my heavy squats. I can only finish my fourth rep in my set of five. I can't help but blame this temptress as my distraction. Her unimpressive glutes and hamstrings perched on top of a blue ball. I puke a little in my mouth as my gaze lowers to her calves. Her anterior pelvic tilt; maddening. How could someone sit there so confidently as they heedlessly expose their glaring muscle imbalances? These whores don't even realize how pathetic they look. No definition in their back. An assortment of fat into a mess of unsightly flesh. I can almost guarantee that this skank doesn't even train her neck. My energy rising through my loins I can feel my rage change into something new. I grab my milk and my bag and I head in her direction. As I get closer she becomes increasingly attentive do my approach. I walk past her quickly, my erection overtly swinging. I hurry into the safety of the men's locker room. A wave of relief washes over me as I can hear my good friend Bruce in the showers. After undressing I stroll into the showers still fully erect. Bruce welcomes me as he does everyday. His huge calves radiating perfection, I must shield my eyes to avoid shooting prematurely. He swiftly takes me in his warm embrace, stroking my hair lovingly. The anger, created by that retard bitch, now just a distant memory. Bruce takes my ass. I look back to see his huge, defined pecs. His upper chest looking better than ever. I can see his posterior deltoids bulging out as a three-dimensional work of art, visible even when he is facing me. My admiration for his impressive progress peaks with my ass passion. I shoot my hot man goo into my BPA-free water bottle. I plan to drink that later. This tip I learned from Bruce. He taught me how to maximize my protein intake. He taught me how to lift. He taught me everything I know in life. When I gift Bruce my ass, I know I am home.

The only fiction I write outside of Veeky Forums is pornography for the consumption of my girlfriend. It's how I seduced her.

(I also have a draft short story about a disappointed husband with voyeuristic tendencies)

It was only a brief glimpse through a mirror. A moment like any other, yet one that I will never forget.

I never saw a fan like that again.

It must have been going 100 miles an hour. The three clean blades whirring at a speed impossible to track. I stood mesmerized while some slut nearby sat on her blue workout ball. The blast of air was substantial - my penis began to stir while I was contemplating all that displaced air. If only I could grasp that long, gray shaft...it was nearly 4 feet off the ground, a perfect height. Oh, to be able to flip that on/off switch just once - I would do anything.

cool. i wish you the best.

>like a new tennis racket

nice

>DEAR NORA
>DEAR NORA
>DEAR NORA
>DEAR NORA
>DEAR NORA

FUCKING JEZEBELS

The girl sits her round bouncing ass on the blue yoga ball. She looks at me as her booty cheeks bounce up and down like two yoyos tied together. My dick gets as hard as dry cement. I whip it out and sprint full speed at her. She tears open her pants, and I insert my military grade steel into her swampy bog hole, as she begins bouncing like a confused deer on a trampoline, anus cheeks slapping her back like a pancake hitting the floor.
"Wait" she says, and let's out a BRAAAAAAAAP. Dingleberrys cling to my dingaling as her bungus sings BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP. Vibrations shake my cock like a baby who will not have proper cognitive function. "Goodness gracious I'm gonna Bust my nuts" I say, ready to fling a load. "Do it" she grunts "put your milk in my Cocoa Puffs, milky milky BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP. My white sticky stuff erupts through her body, shooting up her digestive system and into her brain.
She falls over with a BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP.
"My goodness" I say. BRAAAAAAAAAAAP I've created "BRAAAAAAAAAAAAP a being made only for BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP HER ASSHOLE BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP AT THE SPEED OF BRAAAAAAAAAAAP EARDRUMS ARE BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP AS BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP WHY GOD BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP THE ROOM HAS BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP NO ESCABRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPAHHHHHBRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

I really shouldn't find dudes on Veeky Forums making farting noises so funny

Continue...

We dated until we eventually got married. Stuck in a vegetative state from my hot cum hitting her brain, she was lucky to survive until she eventually died during child labor. Now I only have my son--half man, half yoga ball, half BRRAAAAPPPPP--and we live together in her noble memory. Sometimes I look out the kitchen window as I am making breakfast to see him playing in the yard. A single tear forms in my eye as I remember her BRAAAAPPPPPPPPPP BRAAAAPPPPPPPPPPs

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

thanks for getting my dick hard on the bus at rush hour

...

Put down the thesaurus

I would prefer not to.

sloppy, not sexy, not funny
robot fiction
great opening line. the most entertaining post because it is written like a person who has read too much noir, poorly attempts to convey wit via self hatred, and has clearly never has sex.
boring and generic
sort of ok, Rogan name drop cringey af, overuse of the word "butt" starts off lame, gets funny, then gets lame again. ending a bit too wink wink
that's male homosexual writing right there. not really my thing but well written.
try harder, painfully unfunny. the ball is the obvious target for misplaced sexuality
similes got a mild chuckle, then fart jokes? ok sure

"I desire to insert my male sexual organ into her female sexual organ and copulate... Bazinga!" Sheldon snickered quite nefariously.

uninstall Veeky Forums

>that's male homosexual writing right there. not really my thing but well written
Thanks user

She squatted down on the exercise ball, yoga pants stretching taut across her rear.

I tried not to look but couldn't stop myself. There were mirrors all around -- she must have caught me looking, because she glanced over her shoulder.

"Um, is there something to see?" she hissed, letting her tongue rest between her teeth.

I stammered, eyes flicking from the base of the ball to her wide buttocks and exposed midriff. Finally, I said, "N-no, m'am, I was just d-d-day-daydreaming."

Rolling her eyes and tossing her thin hair to one side, she said, "Well, keep your eyes to yourself."

I could hear her exhale as turned back toward the front of the class, her cheeks wobbling atop the ball.

"That's not gonna be the only blue thing bothering me tonight," I thought, "unless I take a quick trip to the bathroom."

BBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

snnnnniiiiiiffffffffffff...oh yes my dear....sssnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff....quite pungent indeed...is that....dare I say....sssssssnniff...eggs I smell?......sniff sniff....hmmm...yes...quite so my darling....sniff....quite pungent eggs yes very much so .....ssssssssssssssnnnnnnnnnnnnnnniiiiiiiffffff....ah yes...and also....a hint of....sniff....cheese.....quite wet my dear....sniff...but of yes...this will do nicely....sniff.....please my dear....another if you please....nice a big now....

BBBBBBRRRRRRRAAAAAAAPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLPPPPPPPPPFFFFFF

Oh yes...very good!....very sloppy and wet my dear....hmmmmm...is that a drop of nugget I see on the rim?...hmmmm.....let me.....let me just have a little taste before the sniff my darling.......hmmmmm....hmm..yes....that is a delicate bit of chocolate my dear....ah yes....let me guess...curry for dinner?....oh quite right I am....aren't I?....ok....time for sniff.....sssssnnnnnnniiiiiiiiffffffff.....hmmm...hhhmmmmm I see...yes....yes indeed as well curry......hmmm....that fragrance is quite noticeable....yes.....onion and garlic chutney I take it my dear?.....hmmmmm....yes quite.....

BBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT

Oh I was not expecting that…that little gust my dear….you caught me off guard…yes…so gentle it was though…hmmmm…let me taste this little one…just one small sniff…..sniff…ah….ssssssnnnnnniiiiiffffffffffff…and yet…so strong…yes…the odor….sniff sniff…hmmm….is that….sniff….hmmm….I can almost taste it my dear…..yes….just…sniff….a little whiff more if you please…..ssssssnnnnnniiiiiffffffffff…ah yes I have it now….yes quite….hhhhmmmm…delectable my dear…..quite exquisite yes…..I dare say…sniff….the most pungent one yet my dear….ssssnnnnniiiifffffffffffffffffffffff….yes…

You're so good, I hate the narrarator already

Relatable.

I chuckled.

I'm not writing your fap material, bro

>like a new tennis racket
This is an ... interesting choice of simile. No idea why the fuck that's meant to be sexy but ok

Perfect

i enjoyed this

My sweet little whorish Nora I did as you told me, you dirty little girl, and pulled myself off twice when I read your letter. I am delighted to see that you do like being fucked arseways. Yes, now I can remember that night when I fucked you for so long backwards. It was the dirtiest fucking I ever gave you, darling. My prick was stuck in you for hours, fucking in and out under your upturned rump. I felt your fat sweaty buttocks under my belly and saw your flushed face and mad eyes. At every fuck I gave you your shameless tongue came bursting out through your lips and if a gave you a bigger stronger fuck than usual, fat dirty farts came spluttering out of your backside. You had an arse full of farts that night, darling, and I fucked them out of you, big fat fellows, long windy ones, quick little merry cracks and a lot of tiny little naughty farties ending in a long gush from your hole. It is wonderful to fuck a farting woman when every fuck drives one out of her. I think I would know Nora’s fart anywhere. I think I could pick hers out in a roomful of farting women. It is a rather girlish noise not like the wet windy fart which I imagine fat wives have. It is sudden and dry and dirty like what a bold girl would let off in fun in a school dormitory at night. I hope Nora will let off no end of her farts in my face so that I may know their smell also.

You say when I go back you will suck me off and you want me to lick your cunt, you little depraved blackguard. I hope you will surprise me some time when I am asleep dressed, steal over to me with a whore’s glow in your slumberous eyes, gently undo button after button in the fly of my trousers and gently take out your lover’s fat mickey, lap it up in your moist mouth and suck away at it till it gets fatter and stiffer and comes off in your mouth. Sometimes too I shall surprise you asleep, lift up your skirts and open your drawers gently, then lie down gently by you and begin to lick lazily round your bush. You will begin to stir uneasily then I will lick the lips of my darling’s cunt. You will begin to groan and grunt and sigh and fart with lust in your sleep. Then I will lick up faster and faster like a ravenous dog until your cunt is a mass of slime and your body wriggling wildly.

Goodnight, my little farting Nora, my dirty little fuckbird! There is one lovely word, darling, you have underlined to make me pull myself off better. Write me more about that and yourself, sweetly, dirtier, dirtier.

The woman continued to squat suggestively on her... you know, I honestly don’t know what those bouncy balls are for. Yoga? Let’s say yoga. At any rate, her breasts were held firm to her chest by a sports bra. But her ass bounced up and down, rhythmically, in time with each thrust of her hips. I imagined what it might be like to have her wiggle those hips on me. I got hard just thinking about it.
“Uhm... sir?” A concerned voice brought me back to myself. I turned to the woman behind the counter. Her eyes were narrowed. She knew what I was about.
“Mmhm?”
“Well, sir, it’s 30 for a 2 month membership and then 20 each month after that. Would you be interested in signing up?” Just as she said that, the music over by the exercise group sped up. It took a lot of self control not to look over again. I just knew that I’d find those lovely cheeks gyrating faster than my twisted little heart could handle. Instead I smiled innocently at the woman behind the counter.
“You know, I think I might.”

james patterson please

I want to try this because I hate writing sexual scenes.

Sex is all in the eyes. It starts as a stray glance at her body, as memoryless fantasies stolen from naked waists and lowcut shorts, the sashaying of hips and the faintest bounce of her breasts as she walks, or the way her ass plumps up when she sits down. But it's in that first moment of invisible contact. The way she glances up through her long eyelashes and holds it just the barest amount longer than she should.
And that is the moment when a girl slips her way into his thoughts. That first moment when she's held it for just a second too long and he knows exactly what's on her mind.
Then he thinks about her. Because he remembers that look right from the very first time he saw it, right before the very first time he knew a girl wanted him to kiss her and he felt her breath run electric along his skin. He remembers that look from the first time he felt the hot, smooth curve of her hip when he slipped his fingers under her shirt and she didn't ask him to stop. It's the look she gives him from down by his shoulder when he rests his hand on the small of her back and wordlessly, gently guides her back to a new bedroom. The shadowed eyes that look up at him with parted lips where moans escape in time with the thudding of the headboard. The eyes big and round and alive with excitement as her hands claw at his shoulders and her heels bounce against his ass, that defiantly stare as if in challenge as she pulls him in faster and the air becomes thick with sweat and pounding slaps, that stare at him until at last she breaks and her fingernails dig in, and her eyes squeeze shut and her mouth freezes in a gasping O.
He knows the eyes. He knows what they say.
Fuck me.

I don't think it's a good idea to lead into a sexual description with 'at any rate' because it makes it sound like a throwaway thought so when you continue with it it sounds kinda weird.

She left me with blue balls.

You got beaten to that like 50 posts ago

In her eyes I see a hunger that may not exist. Her head tilts back to meet me and rob all importance away from reality, letting me dig desperately into those sweeter dreams. I follow the curve of her spine wishing I was a mountain climber on the tallest peak, too ambitious to give up when he ran out of oxygen, tumbling down with a braindead smile onto a cushioned cloud. Unaware of death, running right at it. I am possessed by an ideal of her smell emaniting from her cunt, from her ass. I want to enter and explore every textured nook in her body then emerge brainless and exhausted out of her mouth. Go through her and know her deeply, more than she can know herself, learning by memory the particular feeling and taste of her wetness. As the class ends and the other students leave, I follow her into her office, the gym's managerial office, and unsure of what I'm doing, I pull my cock out and rape her savagely.

could be disturbing ... but you are clearly a virgin, so no ones buying it.

You’re dead right.,I’ve a terrible habit of trying to make all my writing very casual.

‘Fancy a shag?’ spoke she to me. I blithered. I blustered. I pip-pip-pip-popped off mat upon which my body t’was twined in a stature most unnatural of man. She remain where she sat, the lovely fucknugget with her fat cheeks cresting so lovely o’er that ball o’ bouncy rubber. Her eyes fix’d upon mine, blue as the briny deep whur I’d soon be plunging mine tongue asunder, casting out a reel and stealing Neptune’s finest plunder. And yet she, above me, t’was unsated by the hook, fer these stormy seas beg tight grip upon the rod. The boat rocked and rollicked, it rammed and reared, yet soon the white foams of water grew near. ‘Avast!’ this fisherman cried, ‘The wind hath brought us toward land!’ yet mine rod stayed steadfast, and mine fury unmet by any man. Alas, the poor vessel t’was cast from th’sea; shattered in pieces it was as it faced its adipose misery. This fisherman, hauled away, had only tears in mine eye. I looked back upon the sea, knowing to never know her again.

umm

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