/lit/ - Literature

She undressed.

>>9439427
/thread

She started to take her clothes off under the sheets. I told her to leave.

>>9439427
Right to the point. Perfect.

>>9439412
He undressed.

>dress

>>9439412
The girl undressed, and rummaged through her purse.

>>9439412
That's very hard to describe if you've never seen it.

She took her top by the hems and hoisted it up and over her ears, balled it and tossed it aside. She slipped her thumbs under the loose band of her undies and shimmied them down around her ankles and kicked them up and snatched them from the sky. Between her legs was a thick cock and dark balls. She grabbed the two-piece special and in a husky voice said to me, "Ready for an anal wreckage? You're gonna leak shit soon enough, sissy."

First she took off the shoe, then the other and so on in that fashion undressing reached its completion

>>9439412
Her dress fell off her shoulders, exposing all of her coconut brown skin in full nudity and her massive brown penis in full erection sprung forth like a startled snake behind a rock. My butthole twitched in anticipation.

Hoes, hoes

Why are you so petty? Take off your clothes and expect me to be jelly?

Sorry you whore, I could care less. There's something sublime about what I'm doing you, but I digress.

It's really too bad, about your accounts, maybe your Daddy will bail you out.

She (male) undressed.

>>9439427
good

>>9439464
>>9439470
bad

She took off her dress, and her virginity.

>>9439493
How can you take your virginity off?

>>9439479

Fucking fantastic

I hope she doesn't notice I'm standing here and wow, I guess those are what breasts look like.

>>9439497
Zeugma.

>>9439412
me likey naki boobez *kawaii smile*

Beams of light left the sun just minutes before her fateful decision to take off her clothes. Those cosmic rays of warmth had been warming her skin all day. By the pool, in the garden, she looked at him and decided that she would sleep with him if she could find the right moment. At the moment the thought entered her mind a solar flare erupted from the surface of the heavenly body and sent its invisible energy surging across unthinkable distances and into thier younger earthly bodies. She stood in the empty room, all the furniture missing as sunlight bounced through the open window on the third floor of the early 20th century mansion that was for a time a great museum of art but now sat empty waiting for the young bodies like statues to return and strike poses near the brightly pained walls and polished marble floors. She looked across the room at him, and he stared back at the beams of sunlight that bounced off her shoulder and into his mind. He saw her fingers as they slipped over the shoulders of her dress and it fell to the floor crumpling gently on the cold stone floor. The light of the window came from behind her, the solar radiation bent and bounced and penetrated the surface of her bare skin and he moved closer just to see that warm light on the small pores of her arm and the thin invisible hairs of her back.

>>9439500

Thanks, it was supposed to be "doing to you". Missed a word.

>>9439500
cringey samefag...

Even the most conceited woman has no inkling of the power in her possession. My friend was no beauty queen. She smiled at me - a dishonest smile. The tremor in her hand was like a dance, ancient and classically sexual as she clumsily dropped the strap of her bra. It left marks on her shoulder. She swallowed. We were close enough for me to hear the click. The other strap dropped, helped along by some invisible hand whose owner could stand no more waiting. When she reached around to unhook herself, it took two tries. I drank this in one long sip.
Her breasts were released - smaller than I expected. Her shoulders set in a pitiful attempt to hide them from me. Her next task at hand, she breathed deep of the thickening air. Maybe they were about as big as I had expected.
Her thumbs, answering the call of some destiny previously unlooked for, hooked into the sides of her panties and dropped them down. She stepped out of them, onto alien ground.

She sat on the bed, allowing her butt to fall into the medium-soft mattress she had bought two weeks prior from an Iranian refugee at a garage sale on the other side of town, right by the Shwarma place that her boyfriend always recommended to her, but never visited.
She pulled her white tank top over her head, and slid her shoulder blades downwards through the tight holes that once housed her toned arms. She threw her top into a pile that had to have been there for at least 2 weeks (maybe before the purchase of her mattress, maybe after, but certainly not on the same day).
With her top gone, Giuilia lifted her legs as high as she could, which was not as high as she wanted, as her hamstrings were tight from her lack of exercise since she graduated from high school, you guessed it, 2 weeks ago. Even so, her feet were high enough to shuffle her white jeans away from her hips, not without the help of her hands of course. Here is where things got complicated. Due to the small opening at the bottom of her pants, her feet were now tied together, so she had to really push the pants away from her in order to get them off. She was good at getting things off, and people, too.
Now the only thing that still clinged onto Giuilia's tight, Asian body was her bra and panties, unmatched. The bra was bought to her by her grandfather right before he died as a reverse going away present. He always like his little Giuilia. The panties she had bought at small hut on a resort-side beach during her march break trip to Playa del Carmen in 2016.
Now, you might be wondering how she took those off, and if heaven exists, I'm sure her grandpa would, too, but here's the thing. Giuilia, unfortunately, was too tired, and stopped undressing. She leaned back, and took a well deserved nap. Sleep tight, Giuilia Wang.

>>9439427
Genius

Her blouse hit the floor, shortly followed by that bra for which she never found the panties to match. Soon her feet were planted in myriad of her colourful clothing, dressing the floor less naked than she stood now.

>>9439612

Shouldn't have used the word floor twice, eh, I never write.

>>9439509
Hehe

>>9439624
>I did the same thing in mine.

Floor is a mysterious word.

>>9439444
>guy in your MFA

She disrobed.

She took off her black dunlop sweatpants[1], and her Lake Tahoe Tshirt[2]. she was left standing on the edge of the bed[3] in just her underwear, which she eventually ditched.

[1] $9.99, Sports Direct
[2] Received as part of a girl scout trip to the aforementioned lake in 1999(1), where she lost her virginity to one of the middle aged camp leaders, aged just 9. She's not sure why she keeps this Tshirt.
(1) it could of been '98, but definitely not '97 or '00
[3] I, the author, would describe it as more of a futon which had been folded out to form a bed-esque sleeping platform.

The pretty Asian girl took off her shirt. Her titles were poppin, and her titty nipples were banging. When she took off her pants her ass was like bam! Her vaguyin was like fwoosh! Her anal hole was all like Pwap! My ding dong was like SCHWAM!

>>9439479

>>9439412

She did done the nudes

>>9439763
BBY done gittin red for a fuckin

>>9439479
>I could care less

Ya blew it

>>9439820
Let's not have that discussion.

>>9439412
*unzips thong*

She slid her panties off and I noticed that the fabric was stuck to her pussy lips, and her pussy lips were stuck to each other, and I'd have to peel them apart if I wanted to get up in there. "I'm not even sure if I find that hot or not," I said vacantly to her pussy. "What?" she asked. "Nevermind." Then I decided to peel apart her sticky sweaty labia with my tongue. It tasted salty at first, but then it tasted like a whole lot of nothing. I wondered why she didn't get as much discharge as Brianne.

After a few minutes I shifted her hips so I could move down to her butthole. "Don't," she cautioned me, though not resisting my adjustment. "It was a long day." A formality. I didn't listen to her. It was going to be a long night as well.

I heard the Community opening credits song begin to play, and I remembered I fucking hate this woman.

>>9439729
Good post, Dr. Wallace.

She closed the door, and immediately pulled off her loose t-shirt. She wore no bra underneath and her pointed breasts were cool in the air as the droplets of sweat began evaporating.

Her jeans slid swiftly down her hips and in the same motion, her panties went down, and her tangled, damp muff was equally cooled. Her whole body was cool, and she felt vulnerable but completely comfortable at the same time. She cracked open the door and peeked out into the hall.

>>9439479
you have no sense of meter or rhythm

>>9439624
You also used "myriad" wrong.

She egressed her body from her panties and brassiere.

>>9439531
Did this do anything for anybody? I've never written anything romantic before and wouldn't mind some opinions.

>>9439531
>>9440105
>I drank this in one long sip.
Wouldn't a "long sip" be more of a gulp?
>answering the call of some destiny previously unlooked for
What did you mean by this?

Tightening her fists as hard as she could, Nancy gathered the energy required to explode into a god-like being, leaving scraps of clothing on the floor and walls.

As I entered the room, the chrysalis began to gently hum. As the frequency built in intensity, small cracks began to emerge in the pearlescent hull, leaking ichor reminiscent of pepto bismol mixed with the excrement of someone who has taken too much pepto bismol. With a sound like a hunder thousand starving crows turning on their children for sustenance, the avatar of Shub-Niggurath, the Goat Mother of a Thousand Young, emerged from gestation. She was kind of hot, I guess, once you get past all the sludge.

She hurried to take her clothes off.

>>9440112
The "long sip" would be taken in slower allowing for more savoring than a "gulp." Like a long and steady drink of water or inhalation of a nice smell. A gulp would be what a fuggin nerd would do taking in the scene of a girl undressing.

And as for the "destiny previously unlooked for," i would be curious to hear your own takeaway. I intended, loosely, to imply that the girl was in the situation after the narrator had led her there, through flirtation or what have you. The girl is innocent, and didn't lust after the narrator until she found herself in this situation, preparing to do something she may never have guessed she would be doing that day when she woke up that morning. There's the implication that her body (her thumbs) are taking the wheel so to speak, even though in her head she is afraid.

Anyway, I wrote it in a couple minutes, so it was very free and loose.

She stepped back, and with a look of annoyed disbelief said 'Here, let me help you' then quickly removed her sweatshirt above her head and stared into my eyes. 'If you want me I'll be upstairs..'

....About halfway up she shucked her jeans down to her ankles and stepped out one foot at a time, and with a sinuous little ass dance turned and winked at me with mocking exaggeration-- the longness of her now flushed cheek as if having let a monocle drop.

>>9439479
really bad whiteboi rapping, or high school tier poetry? you decide.

>>9439568
If you tone it down with the digressions, this might really be good.

As she bent over to pick up her panties and made those rolls on her stomach that all girls like to hide, she paused and looked up awkwardly at me and straightened up. Blushing, her eyes darted at the mirror and held her arms. she looked at my hard-on and bit her lips. It was a show. I've heard about her and her act, but I enjoyed it anyway. She took off her dangling bra and crawled on top of me.

>>9440218
The digressions were a joke, but I thought they made the writing more interesting somehow. Do you really like it otherwise? What particularly?

>>9439568
>writing single digit numbers as numerals in prose

>>9439412
When her skirt hit the floor I had already forgotten about my alpaca

>>9440243
The tying of small actions to memories and insecurities. I'm a sucker for that shit.

>all these descriptive posts of undressing when the first post already described it the best

>>9439487
11/10

>>9440292
But I thought those were the digressions... what sentence are you talking about specifically?

>>9440360
There is nothing wrong with digressions, but you can shorten them and keep them to a minimum. Dont go from one digression, back to the main narrative or thought, and then into another digression and do it again. it gets stale. Maybe build up to a full memory from smaller shorter thoughts instead of thread after thread.

The sound of a zipper being pulled up, or down in her case. Sure undressing in front of each other is pretty mundane by now, but that leather dress kills me. She knows it too, heckling me with the zipper. I'll be damned if I let her get away with that. A chuckle or two, a swing of her ass, and off the dress goes.

Only only garment remained, two if you counted God

>>9440450
That is fucking disgusting and made me inwardly cringe.

>>9439412
Just as the flibble crimpets hit the drimdram the ol' muncher started sashin' her lovely floppieknockies.

>>9440467
Liar.

>>9439427
/thread

>>9440242
I've heard of reading 2 books at the same time, but this is ridiculous.

>>9440499
Not him, but I cringed pretty hard too. Sorry.

>>9440504
Fuck me mate.

"What do you mean, 'undress'? We normally don't wear clothes," Rainbow Dash said.

I creeped around the corner. Pupils dilate and go up and down. Sweat on my brow. "...whoa nelly.." Leaves turn inside my trousers

>>9440521
Rarity made the dresses just to undress them later obviously

>>9439412
Bitch got nekkid and I saw tiddies.

"Off they go :)," she said.

>>9440521

Thanks now I want to die

Pa. Is it too much clothes?

Or too many clothes?

What.

You can say too many or too much?

Ye.

But if you put too much is it not many?

The man spat and said the clothes are not for this world or from it. We are clothed with many but we have not much. Clothed muchly too many but we know it not.

He wiped his chin and spat

>>9439705
>guy who had never been with a woman who doesn't like to undress while people watch and gets under the covers.
It really sends the penis inward

>>9440558
TORTILLA

The boredom of driving with this vapid cumslut to my apartment was about to pay off. I held the door open for her, told her to take off her shoes and took out my wallet to see how much I had. "What do I get for $27 dollars?" I asked. "$27 dolla? $27 dolla me love you long time. Long time!" She removed her perfume lathered lingerie starting with her top and the napkin size rag she called a skirt.

Melinda hated the year round heat of the flats, and her small white plastered wall room didnt shield her from the hot waves outside. The clothes clung to her as she took them off and wafts of her musty smell hit her face, ants crawled over her flushed thighs and small rivers danced down her spine to her ass. With only her panties on she went to the window, only stopping to check her reflection on the dirty basin by her feet. The sweat beads slowly formed and flew over her body in droves. she stared at the shiny glints move down to the base of her flat stomach, staining her crotch. She finally stepped out of the moist underwear.

it was a sultry Sunday afternoon. she stood there in-front of me with that alluring look in her eyes. i returned the stare with an unspoken command for her to unbare the ridiculous societal rule of being dressed; to disregard the one rule that sets us apart from every beast in this world. she took off her clothes and revealed to me what i've been taught to praise as a forbidden gift, but nothing ever looked so natural.

She began taking off her dress as the man she just met downstairs was watching, the man who had a beard and a smile that made her want to try something she has never done, her dress falling off her shoulders slowly onto the floor of the studio she rented from a friend, the dress fell past her breasts in slow motion sending a slight shiver through her body as her dress that she bought three years ago and never got to wear fell to the ground as the strange man watched, his beard colored between red and blonde and his cheeks with dimples smiling as her dress fell past her brests, the man with the red beard smiling at her like they were old friends, his eyes watching slightly glazed as she removed her dress, the black dress that she wore for the first time that day determined to bring a man back to her rented studio, three blocks from down town but facing the river and giving her a view of the depressing boats full of lonely men watching her in her window at dawn, standing there in her underwear unsure how much they could see, the bearded man who was at least six feet tall and stared down at her, thinking that she is as short as his mom or sister, why do women have to be so seductively short and sexy like this woman who grabbed him off the street, the woman who he didn't know removing her dress and staring at her feet as it slipped past her belly button ruffling with a noise she couldn't hear bit feel in her skin, her now bear torso skin tightening in the slightly too cold rented loft air as her never before worn dress is pulled by gravity and lust away from her body as a stranger watched, the man who woke up and planned nothing for his day except doing his laundry before he was diverted to a cold loft several blocks from downtown by a woman he didn't know, her dress made of polyester lined with silk sliding faster now as it overcomes the resistance of her hips not wide enough to hold up the dress, a dress she bought with credit to wear on a Valentine's date that didn't show up and she hid in the back of her walk in closet at the back of the rented loft and she found just that morning in the back of her closet in the rented apartment, the light of the morning shining in on her pelvis as the dress she was wearing for the first time fell towards the polished tile floor of her apartment just above a novelty gift shop that she has never been in, the black dress falling past her thighs she almost grabbed it with the tips of her fingers as it fell towards her feet standing on the rose colored tiled floor several feet away from the tall man with a beard that covered his face sparsely but well groomed, her face smooth and young and tanned but her nude body white and pale and naked.

>>9440807
this is bait right?

Waking up to a loud crash rarely means something good is happening. It’s never “CRASH! Mom's undressing!”

>>9439471
bretty funny

>>9440242
That man is a true patrician.

>>9439427
t.heming-gay

>>9440807
>not wearing anything under the dress
fuckin wot

>>9439412
Her brassiere's snaps are in the front. His own forehead snaps clear. He thinks to kneel. But he knows what she might think if he kneels. What cleared his forehead's lines was a type of revelation. Her breasts have come free. He imagines his wife and son. Her breasts are unconfined now. The bed's comforter has a tulle hem, like a ballerina's little hem. This is the younger sister of his wife's college roommate. Everyone else has gone to the mall, some to shop, some to see a movie at the mall's multiplex. The sister with breasts by the bed has a level gaze and a slight smile, slight and smoky, media-taught. She sees his color heighten and forehead go smooth in a kind of revelation--why she'd begged off the mall, the meaning of certain comments, looks, distended moments over the weekend he'd thought were his vanity, imagination. We see these things a dozen times a day in entertainment but imagine we ourselves, our own imaginations, are mad. A different man might have said what he'd seen was: Her hand moved to her bra and freed her breasts. His legs might slightly tremble when she asks what he thinks. Her expression is from Page 18 of the Victoria's Secret catalogue. She is, he thinks, the sort of woman who'd keep her heels on if he asked her to. Even if she'd never kept heels on before she'd give him a knowing, smoky smile, Page 18. In quick profile as she turns to close the door her breast is a half-globe at the bottom, a ski-jump curve above. Figure skaters have a tulle hem, as well. The languid half-turn and push at the door are tumid with some kind of significance; he realizes suddenly she's replaying a scene from some movie she loves. In his imagination's tableau his wife's hand is on his small son's shoulder in an almost fatherly way.

>>9440242
The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren, and the Holy Bible. I think.

>>9439412
She gazes into you, through you. The world wanders into an endless void. Cronus himself slows the wheels of time as you become this moment. Her shoulder slips right and ribbons of red silk fall from their perch. There is a brief moment of hesitation before her left shoulder follows. The hair stands on the back of your neck as you watch gravity take her dress, brushing along her breast before hitting the floor.

big/uncommon words =/= good prose

>>9439412
I have wood.

She rose from the reading chair with the subtle purpose that defines a woman. Walking away from the bedside where I was sitting, her dress loosened its capture, leading my gaze along the curvature of her pale figure. The dress resting on the floor, with a soft step, she moved towards the looking glass to steal a knowing glance. She turned with a quickened pace and met my wavering hand, allowing me to fall on the cool sheet. Her mount seized control of my reserve. Placing my right hand on the contour of her waist my left rose to release her. Uncoupled before me, I met her upright body, pressing into her as our lips met in a passion that defied all composure.

I was like water, she was wet. Her raiments she did without, as so many have- for love or otherwise.

Now it's like murder she wrote
Once I get you out them clothes
Privacy is on the door
But still they can hear you screamin' more
Girl I'm feelin' what you feelin'
No more hopin' and wishin'
I'm bout to take my key and
Stick it in the ignition

>>9439412
Roastie gets naked. I see the roast beef. Sadpepe.jpg no thx go home to shitpost and play WoW . Wake up from dream

>>9440983
Started off pretty well, but you trailed off. 5/10

She smiled, her face splitting suddenly, bright white, like a crack in ice. She thought she was something. Though she was hot shit.
My fist connected with her face. Her glasses flew and landed, the stems broken like I would make her legs.
First article of clothing down. Few more to go.

Are glasses clothing?

>>9439820

Was posting from my phone. It fucked up "couldn't care less" and "doing to you". Those are the intended words. Also I know it's not well written. It's a fucking meme reply to a b8 thread. Lmao

>>9440105
You're trying to convey something as simple as watching a woman undress for you with such complicated and convoluted language that it becomes waffle.

>>9441450
>complicated and convoluted language
Holy potatoes. This is actually insane to me to read this.
I doubt very much that you meant what you said here and in the sake of time and ill of care, you just posted whatever stenography transferred from your brain to your fingers.

>>9440807
Fascinating

>>9441463
lmao

>>9439531
I like this

>>9440833
holy..... I don't want more.....

>>9440807
>her dress
But I unironically liked it.

>>9439412
She timidly reaches for the door and presses against the lock until she hears the bolt to release herself in the order of shoes, then shirt, bra and then her modest blue jeans to me. Her hair falls without anything to hold it back, and so do I.

>>9441619
>Her hair falls without anything to hold it back, and so do I.
You...fall? Do you have some sort of inner ear problem that presents itself when you become aroused?

>>9439531
I quite like this, though it needs a bit of trimming. I don't like "Her next task at hand" - one instance too many of 'hand' - I'd join the following part to the previous sentence.
You're really overdoing it in "answering the call of some destiny previously unlooked for", it also seems to clumsily mirror the "invisible hand" line. One is enough.

>>9440564
well thats not what was conveyed by your first post.

>>9439516
The fuck is with you and sunlight?

Plump breasts and hip fat jiggled at every movement. Her pants needed to be cut as it was holding back her huge butt. Finally she was able to climb out of her yoga pants and proceeded to remove her red thong. She bent over and offered her hole to me. First thing I did was lick every orifice in her vaginal and anus region until it was tender, wet, and pink.

>>9439412
I started writing this, then got a little carried away. I'll break this up into two posts.

----

Her head was throbbing. The floor beneath her was cold and hard. As she slowly opened her eyes, her first thought was “where the fuck?” She was curled around the toilet, her pants around her ankles, her panties halfway down her thighs and her jacket hanging off one arm. The only piece of clothing still properly on her was a T-shit. Well fuck, she thought, at least it's my bathroom. She remembered going out last night, starting a few drinks... then this. She tried to sit up and that was all it took. Her stomach roiled. She threw a hand to her mouth as she tried to push herself up to the bowl but it was too late and all her hand did was deflect the spewing bile all around the room, up the wall, across the side of the bowl, down her shirt, up her nose. It smelled of tacos and vodka. Oh god, that made it worse. A second wave threatened, and finally got herself up and over the bowl.

Fuck! She hadn't flushed. The bowl was filled with a stale mix of urine and diarrhea. If there had been any chance of her holding back, it was gone now. She let loose another stomach clenching round of projectile vomit. It splashed into effluent mixture with such force that it splashed back up, speckling across her face, neck and mixing into the already vomit soaked shirt. Her right hand white knuckled the bowl while her left frantically slapped at the side desperately searching for the handle. Right as she found and pulled it, a third strike erupted, this time it was almost entirely clear. There was damn near nothing left in her stomach, but good god it still smelled so strongly of vodka. How the fuck much had she drank last night!? The water rushed out even as she threatened to fill the bowl back to the brim with what was left of last night's bad decisions. Her stomach unclenched and sat there, arms trembling, sweating profusely and breathing heavy into the bowl now filling with thankfully clean water. She took a moment to wiggle her arm out of the jacket and actually scooped a few handfulls of water straight out of the bowl and cleaned the piss shit and vomit off her face... because at this point, why not.

(Continued...)

>>9442359
>yoga pants needing to be cut
>implying there are more than three orifices in the vaginal/anal region

wtf

>>9442361
(...continued)

She took a couple seconds to get hold of herself, then reached down and released her ankles from her pants, removed the panties the rest of the way then look down at her shirt still covered in the sickly mixture. She sighed, then reached down and began pulling it off over her head, holding it out away from her face the best she could. It caught on her ponytail, slipped from her fingers and squelched onto her face. There was a two second horrified pause, then she threw up again, right into the shit shirt wrapped around her vomit hole. It hit the shirt and washed around her head. Everywhere that had been missed in the previous salvo was now slathered in vodka flavored stomach bile. Her hair, in her ears, and it ran down her bare chest like the drain at a sewage treatment plants. She ripped it off her face and threw it in the bathtub and fell back on the floor. Eyes wide and exasperated. Then after a few seconds, taking the whole thing in... she started laughing her ass off.

>>9442363
Never seen a big booty bitch squeeze in small yoga's?

Its like jeans but the problem is it's so small and elastic that it hugs a huge butt to the point where you need to rip them up to comfortably get out of them.

>>9439531
You clearly know stuff about writing.

She stood in the hallway, smoke from my cigarette blurring some of her finer features. Away from me, her position relaxed and unconcerned with my ever present gaze.

The shirt was old. Older than our brief romance, and I wished someday to be just as ratty and loved as that thin cotton that caressed her small breasts.

Ungracefully she reached for the hemline, pulling quickly and making a mess of her hair. The short tresses made a beautiful mess of themselves.

There she was. Bare, scarred, thin. She turned to face me, her eyes catching mine, and at that moment in our shit hole of an apartment I realized what God looked like.

She took her clothes off and so on and so on.

You mean the panties your mother laid out for you?

>>9443032

She undressed, and there's something terribly sad and banal about that.

>>9439531
wow, anyway you could teach me to write like you?

Text says please respond,
Seen and ignored, her pants drop,
Chad's cock penetrates.
-Anon

>>9439568
>She was good at getting things off, and people, too.
you had to put it in there didn't ya bastard hehe

>>9439856
good.

Hesitantly, reluctantly, Helen slipped out of a sling, tight-waisted waspy and stood naked in the moonlight before me. Somewhere a clock chimed three. An owl hooted in the nearby copse. No wind stirred the casement window. She stood in the pale, translucent light on the Persian carpet. A minute passed. Then another. Then, another minute. Then... another minute passed. Then another minute passed. And another. A further minute passed quickly, followed by another minute, when suddenly, a different minute passed, followed by another different minute. And another. And yet another further different minute. A minute passed. I glanced at my watch. It was a minute past. This was it. A minute passed. After a moment, another minute passed. I waited a minute while a minute passed quickly past. And then, a minute which seemed to last an hour but was only a minute... passed.

Her panties fell after she pulled them down the curve of her hips. They hit the cold floor with an infinitely quiet sound. Her loose shirt still covered her groin. Almost immediately after I thought that, she gripped the pastel pink edge and slid it upwards as if she could read my thoughts. Her thin figure started to be exposed as it went up, past the pink lips of her vagina and her flat stomach. She momentarily hesitated when she reached her bosom, but discarded that hesitation and took her top all the way off. She had petite breasts with small nipples that produced very slightly. The gentle moonlight that flooded through the wide window panes touched upon her body, casting shadows across her impeccably sculpted body delicately, like the loving kiss of a mother to her newborn's forehead.

>>9443395
*her sculpted body delicately

>>9439531
bretty gud anon

>>9439412
can you provide more pictographic evidence about the idea you want us to convey in prose in order to be able to write a well-informed piece of literature?

>>9440412
Thanks for the advice.

>>9442361
>T-shit

>>9443140
succinct and poignant

>>9443412
Here you go, anon.

>>9439412
Jawohl!
Her dick was bigger than mine

>>9443395
>with an infinitely quiet sound

She, with a whisper of her golden hands, slipped off the left shimmeringly bright strap off her shoulder. I sat comfortably on the comfortable bed in the house. She looked at me with those delightfully submissive eyes and I said I love you. Then i fucked her up the ass with my dick.

>>9439412
Rough fabric melted between her delicate fingers. Pools of thread littered the room. I only heard the chittering click of metal teeth and a small sigh of skin folding back into place.

>>9439427
a true literary mind

i knew a girl who looks a lot like op's picture. she reads banana yoshimoto.

>>9439412
*unzips dick*

Her, with clothes on. My mind intact, convinced of it's foci. I had resisted my bodily urges, I wanted her for smile and laughter, for her thoughts and doubts.
Her, without clothes. My mind out the window.

>>9444015

>>9440242
Philly is a weird place.

>>9444027
no bully
im a drunk 3rd worlder

>>9440854
t. never read heming-gay

>>9444027
Nice pocket pussy.

>>9439412
She wore but an over-sized shirt. Her naked body, exposed in one fell swoop.

>>9444029
Philadelphia is the greatest city in the Union.

>>9444214
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3jMhoGUiIkk

Aralia stood on the insemination deck of the Sasquatch command ship Ta'Nagak. She, like all attractive virgin human females aged 14-22 had been abducted by force from earth by the race known as Space Sasquatch. They came somewhere in the galaxy to capture human slave girls and breed with them creating a half human slave class that they can use for labor across thier empire. Thier weapons were powerful and thier cocks were gigantic and throbbing and ready for the breeding ritual. The Space Sasquatch had done this with the virgin girls of thousands of planets. Aralia watched them as they danced rhythmic and violent to the music of their world. She was tied to a large stone post as wide as she was tall. She could count at least 150 male buck warrior Sasquatches with their fur waving as they danced and thier giant cocks swelling larger and larger. She was chosen for this days ritual insemination. Every warrior would penetrate her and fill her with semen. It was a contest to them, the strongest warriors semen would induce conception and he would receive the prize of slave children that she would bear. They chanted at her louder and louder until she fit understood that she was to take off her clothes. She slowly took off her one-piece jumpsuit, unzipping it as thier chants turned into a furious roar of Space Sasquatch sexual fury. She looked desperately for some escape but the restraints were tight and seemingly unbreakable. As her bare white flesh came into the view of the Sasquatch crew thier fury turned into a rage. They grabbed at her small adolescent breasts tearing away her bra and fondling her violently scratching her delecate skin with their claws. The Sasquatch warriors grasped her panties and tore them away lime they were paper, lacerating her skin as they tore. The sight of her tight virginal vagina just barely visible beneath her small tuft of pubic hair further enraged the Sasquatch. She began to cry and the tears of we human weakness elicited no mercy. They began beating her with fists, violent blows that made her her afraid to open her eyes as the beating continued. Her body was covered with black bruises, her bones were sore and just standing was unbearably painful. They stopped beating her when she slumped over and let the restraints on her wrists take her weight from her legs. The captain of the Sasquatch, Admiral DaaGha would have the first honors. He released her restraints and lifted her body onto a cold stone table. She opened her eyes and saw his face, red with lust and panting, her eyes glanced down across his chest where he had removed his battle armor and exposed the glossy brown fur beneth that covered his body and her gaze filled down to his pelvis where standing erect from his fur was a Sasquatch penis that was as thick and long as her forearm. She began to tremble at the sight of it but dared not cry. The texture of the foreskin was that of leather and the penis itself was a dark red with large veins of blood...

Her t-shirt and jeans were in a pile where she stood on the floor. Silent tears streamed down her face as her bra fell from her fingers.

"Do you want me to keep going?" she asked him.

"No," he replied as he sat hunched on the bed. "But we both know you have to."

>>9444293

Fake and gay

>>9439412
a fuckin whore

>>9439427
GOAT FPBP

She removed her dustcover.

Roguelike slipped into Yr locked door; slowly extracted some liquid/juice/worth from the slippy slop under armpit fungus. To supply with light (illumine) my peripheral vision with soulfulness/ity less-than-ideal-sort-of-sock:
"I can't believe Y've done this,"
Words scraped ear like needle to tooth, like synthetic drug ingested in a single awe-inspiring quaff.
"My lard expire'd on Yr fridge."
Yr shell touches mine with SLIPP as aghast jangle drips on tip my mover/anything-at-all; Roguelike-like dark valley/alley city crest after approx///like-a 1400 (yet Y think it's midnight [which, like stated, it is not] my lard, anything/stay clean/safe. Don't overextend Yr love/hate/cold/warm/extension).
Roguelike slipped into Yr locked room and sniffed the musk, no mention of previously implied Squealer/Quidnunc who could ruin this moment///in Yr shell I exhibit behaviors that may be considered abnormal/intrusive/uselessfullnessless(kind) - only Yr vision remains like my LARD.

>>9440453
underrated

>>9439729

>>9439412

As she removes her heavy clothes, one article at a time, her sexual attractiveness grows with her diminishing weight, something fat girls need to learn.

>>9440026

Yeah, I see that now. Damn it.

>>9439427
GROUNDBREAKING

>>9439427
Beat me to it. I was gonna say "She stripped," though.

She slipped off her top, but struggled trying to pull down her jeans. Remembering that she was retarded, she killed herself.

>>9447047

She dropped the top and the tits just rolled out

"Honey, take of my dress!" she shouted.

"Sure thing, mistress." The small man ran from the walk-in bathroom as fast as he could to Cunthy, making sure he made it before her internal cock[1a] ran out. Once that happened, he knew what was in store for him and his family.

"Now, James. Pull it down, NOW."

James took the straps that rested neatly on her underdeveloped trap muscles, and slid them past each of her shoulders, down her arms, past her recently moisturized hands, before they snapped lightly towards her torso, revealing a pair of honka honkas the size of a black man's clock [1b]. As he looked back at her face, Cunthy smiled the way a queen would to seeing her favorite peasant remembering her birthday.

"Now," she said, sitting back on the bed, "pull the dress off all the way. Or else."

The man swallowed a large load of saliva, and nodded violently. This time, he pulled the bottom of the dress, which had translucent frills that gave a peak at Cunthy's thick calves. Oh how the man wanted to lick them. As he finished the pulling, he held up the dress in front of Cunthy, almost seeking some kind of approval from her. Like a Roman empress, she gave him a thumbs up, and pointed to the window.

"You want me to throw this out of the window?" the man asked.

"Well, of course. I won't be needing it all night, and as you know, I have a beautiful backyard outside that window, so the dress will always be with me," the woman responded.

"As you wish."

The man walked to the window, poked his head outside, looked both ways, then upwards, and as he saw nothing suspicious, threw out the dress into the night. Before his head could enter back into the room, a gust of wind pulled him out.

Rather than falling, the man began to fall like a leaf through a fall's day. He spun some, went one direction, then the opposite direction, gaining height temporarily, before falling back some more. This continued until the sun had come up.

He landed on the brick floor, but the dress was gone.

>>9440120
Hearty kek

>>9447240
take off*

[1] Wordplay

>>9439427
Your favorite author is a hack compared to this guy

She was clothed for so long; now she's not and I think I still love her.

>>9439516
>>9442224
This nigger is as obsessed with sunlight as I am with anal. I think if he's very eager, then he could establish a new fetish where sunlight highlights the tight bodies of women and nothing else.

And finally, somehow, the fortuitous moment had arrived. A woman was removing her panties within my presence. I tried to hide the nervous excitement that was all too easily read upon my face. But that quickly turned to revulsion as out came the taint so came the stank.

>>9439516
please write and entire novel and call it sunlight

>>9439427

>>9439412

>>9439412

Her shirt clung to her skin like a child refusing be left on their first day of preschool, she lamented deciding to take the train to work today. Standing and riding through the rhythmic shakes making each sticky moment becoming more uncomfortable increasing as her badge collar dug into her chest. Fed up she decided to undress on her way home. No one paid attention when she took off her charcoal jacket, busy fiddling on their phones, but the moment she begun to undo the pearly buttons on her white chiffon shirt they became captivated. Sneaking glances in silence at the professional beauty. Unsure how to react they were frozen on this summer day. No one did anything, or could do anything, except watch her exit at the next stop, nodding in agreement from the shocked faces of the new riders that got on. They could only gaze as her white shirt and jacket fluttered held under her arm, entranced by the smile as a cool breeze wicked away her sweat.

This thread is brutal. This shit is so amateurish and hackneyed, and the thought that a lot of these people probably consider themselves writers made me pace around the room from second-hand embarrassment.

>>9448065
I really don't understand the praise this is getting. I bet at least ten people went to make the same post before they read it was already done.
Every time someone makes one of these "in your best prose" threads, something to this effect is always the first post.

I paced around my room, taking special care to avoid the sunbeams that shone through the plastic slats of my blinds. They were impossible to close properly because my cat had bent them all askew, in her insistence on sleeping on the windowsill. Circles of sunlight were ever scattered across my food-stained carpet, and I lived a life of unease, like a vampire for whom the game of "The floor is lava!" was all too real. Suddenly, my sister entered the room. She undressed. "You do this every time you come in here," I said. "Do you really think it's impressive? If you didn't do it, someone was bound to do it. Mom, or Aunt Jess. Someone's always coming in here to undress and take my sunlight." She didn't respond. Her supple tits bulged out over the retarded overalls she was wearing. She held them taut against her big, luscious tits, her tits bulging, in a gesture I gather was meant to hold me in suspense. "Just get it over with," I implored her. I stepped out of her way so that she could have her pick of sunlight on the carpet. Secretly I hoped she'd take all of it.

>>9448219
I was embarrassed by my writing too.


I'm an avid reader not a writer, but the thread is fun.

>>9439412
A girl was undressing. She had big wild tits. And a fat vagina.

>>9440558
>>9440566
And they rode on.

>>9443032
Gold jerry! GOLD

>>9448279
I think this would work better if you switch some of the adjectives around.
>She had big fat tits and a wild vagina
Is more aesthetically pleasure prose, to me.

>>9448534
>not liking fat vaginas
low test

>>9439412
It was humid in the men's bathroom. The chill from the cold tropical nights did little to dissipate as it flowed in thru the narrow window.
"She" coyly took of her top and bra, as she did a dozen times before, for a dozen different tourists. She started to slowly massage her client's penis with her breasts..
the breasts she pad for with acts like this.

>>9439427

There goes my NoFap streak

she bowed upwards, slowly; she slaked her fluid hair over the back of her neck, and in this motion i felt briefly the braided touch of my possessor, passing over my lips. now captive between her smooth, hemming thighs, her eyes locked into mine, and she let herself fall bare.

>>9448779
>slaked
i don't think slake means what you think it means

"You should get around to cleaning your room."
"Maybe," she said, flinging her panties into the mire.

>>9439516

>>9442216
Of course it is.

>>9439412
Once inside her room she removed her shirt, her pants, and her underwear.

It's been said that women enjoy sexual activity only to the extent to which they can narrativize it appealingly enough to make themselves the envy of other women
Her narrative probably went something like "I slipped my shirt off, letting my soft breasts fall out lustfully into his searching gaze and etc ect". It would of course omit such details as the celluloid quivering on her thighs like Jell-O as she removed her panties or the deep shade of red her babyfat-heavy cheeks turned as she exposed her sex. It was these omitted details, however, which got me rock hard.

>>9449008
meta

How can I describe someting I've never seen?

>>9440453
im a fan, thanks

>>9449008
>celluloid
Did you mean cellulose?

Her crazy boobs hotly eject like big babies and just under her big blouse are the boobs waiting like for the bus, lonesome like an Olympian swimmer in an empty pool, like two Jupiters in one set of boobs and underneath you can see her crazy vagina blooming in its time of day and me on the bottom like a totem pole makes three!

>>9439820
I like the way "I could care less" sounds.

>>9449068
By smelling it.

>>9439497
With a benis.

bitch show me tha tiddy makin' me bust a nut
she a fine ass bitch

>>9449219

got mah main hoe blipping @

but this side fine af, dat puss good af

>>9448085
S-source?

>>9449223
ya main hoe anotha nigga side hoe baka

>>9449225
Bronwyn: Silk & Steel

>>9449235

sheeit

>>9449242
Found this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPPVNleb0KA

>>9449247

MADE to cum while making eye contact

>>9439412

She sat down and held her face in her hands. No matter how hard she pressed her eyes, the tears kept coming out. It made her cry harder. I stood statuesque waiting for the excuses or the apologies, or both. She looked up from her hands and made contact with my eyes for only one moment. She dove into her hands again, her wailing mixing with apologies and self-deprecation. Part of me felt bad, but something deep inside demanded more; hungered for more.

It was not a little demon whispering bad intentions from my shoulder. Behind me hovered a large, ghastly, pitch-colored monster. One of it's claw-like hands sunk deep into my back and squeezed and released my heart like a stress toy. The other massaged my genitals from the outside of my pants, causing excited tingling.

I don't remember what I said to her. I don't remember what she said after. I took my ring off and dropped it at her feet. The sound of gold hitting the hardwood floor gave a satisfyingly sharp noise that ripped her hands from her face. I walked towards the door, uncaring of the blather spewing from her mouth, but she stopped me. She dove from the chair and wrapped her arms around my leg.

Her crying continued as I tried to drag my trapped leg. The closer I got to the door, the more begging she did. She pulled off bullshit as easily as she had her clothes. She flung excuses like she had her bra. Self-deprecation seemed as easy now as it had when she knelt before her boy toy.

Her clothes came off easier than her skin, but the second transition was preceded by a period of sixty years when she was cold and dead in the ground, but presently there she was warm and soft before him. He slid across the bed and pulled her onto it gently. He spit in his hand and rubbed it into the crook of her bent knee, before he began thrusting into that obscure crevice and humming a civil war tune.

>>9439427
MY DIIIIIICKKKK

>>9449778
t. Thomas Harris

>>9439427
Stop stealing my writing.

>>9439427
Stop stealing my prose commie.

>be me
>random anon
>first time browsing /lit
>seems like intelligent people
>click on an undressing thread
>people writting on trap ass fucking BBC
>autism everywhere
>never again /lit

>>9439412
It was warm inside, and she opened the sliding glass door to the balcony. You could hear, from down below, the sounds of a city in joyous rapture. The room became quickly cool, and she leaned her chin back and undid the band around her bun, and her auburn locks, tangled with a sheen of oil, fell to her shoulders. He watched her, and the whole scene, he thought, looked like one of the portraits they saw that morning in the galleria. Pale moonlight glimmered on the sequins of her dress, dancing with the dark, and he could only watch from the bed as she let slip of the shoulder straps, and he wanted to finish what remained, to bring her to him, finally, and do the deed. But he only sat, pinned by the painter's brush, submitting himself, and watched the tableau unfold on its own incorrigible rhythms.

She sighed.
It was the end of a long day and with each breath, the anxiety of her long day seemed to melt away little by little. The cold floor of her bathroom ached the bottoms of her feet but the bath was running and the steam from the hot water was beginning to warm the room.
She pulled her unbuttoned the top button and followed the rest. Still breathing, still unwinding. The silk blouse grazed her back as it fell with the touch of a lover. Her skirt fell from her waste to her knees and then on her feet.
She bent over tub, the water was perfect. Her white bra, her most constraining piece of clothing, came off quickly now. She felt free. Now she could finally breathe without anything holding her in, not her job, not the car in evening traffic, not even her clothes. Finally, in a smooth motion, one leg slid up and out of her panties and into the water. The other legs kicked them to the back and stepped into the water also. She laid back in the hot water and with one final sigh, she pushed off the stress of the day. She was finally home.

>>9450522

yeah there's typos, I know

the flower blossomed, revealing its beauty

>>9439427
This is peak performance. You may not like it, but this is what it looks like.

>>9439427

She started revealing her skin to me. When it come to the private parts she got shy, she was blushing. I realised she was indeed a trap but it wasn't gay, of course. But I couldn't stop myself from thinking about how did I thought this bearded hairy son of a bitch was a girl.

>>9439412
One by one, her clothes fell to the floor.

Joey's heart skipped a beat. So this was it. Nothing to be worried about, right? She wanted this - no, they both did. Putting on an uneasy smile she slipped off her unbuttoned over shirt and threw it on the bed. That one was easy enough, she tried to reassure herself. Her hands felt numb, by now a rigorous panic was bubbling up in her chest and in her gut. Was she sweating? Oh god, what will he think? She's just standing there. Sweating. Breathing. Staring. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. How long has she been like this? She whipped the cotton t-shirt to expose her thin, pale torso but fumbled and fought to wrest the thing past her head. Her silken hair fell over her eyes for just a moment as she quickly fidgeted to part her hair like before. She tried to convince herself that was the hard part. She wanted to follow the momentum, to wiggle the short skirt down her fit legs just to be done with this layer. She didn't want to think about the awkward moment when she had to take off a padded bra in front of him. She congratulated herself, desperate to stave off the nerves, she had gotten halfway there. Joey's pale, clear skin was plain to see with two small exceptions: Her padded bra - effortlessly giving the impression she was at least a C - and her matching cotton shorts - now riding up, in a way that made Joey's flawless skin fill with the brightest red. There was no point delaying it any longer. What was she to do? With only the smallest of hand tremors she slid the two straps down her shoulders, clutching the bra to her chest with her free hand. She closed her eyes. She dropped her hands to her sides. Joey's perky tits were exposed. Small, but pert and beautiful. She kept her eyes shut tight, just imaging the disappointment he must be feeling. She expected to hear the door slam as her cohort escaped but it just never came. Joey opened her eyes to see him waiting eagerly. Excitement surged through her body, removing any reservation or regret. Her heart in her throat, she pulled frantically at her underwear. A rip sounded from her pad as it came away from her bleeding cunt. She stood arms akimbo and blood running down her leg, ready to get her pussy chewed like never before.

>>9439412

She was there, in my room I saw her and it was true. She stood by the bed and shuffled rhythmically to the music coming from the radio. At that point, I thought about getting up and jiving too but realised I should probably shouldn't. Her booty shaking in the air by this point signified something completely lost on me. I closed my eyes and in that moment, five minutes passed. For whatever reason, she was now naked and on top of me just like in the movies. I started to sweat and averted my eyes for a good while after that. The next morning we woke up and ate ranch eggs.

something like "her dress slid over her body like liquid to form a puddle at her feet" might be cliche as fuck but I'm a sucker for the imagery

>>9439412
*record scratch*

>>9439612
consider the use of "less naked" at the end. shook up the pacing for me.

>>9439729
>>9439854
>>9440833
nice meme

>>9439856
>it was going to be a long night as well
had to stop myself from laughing out loud in class. Nice.

>>9440207
>sinuous little ass dance
I appreciate little slips of vulgarity slipping into something that is otherwise plain or refined.

>>9440243
I liked it, but i'd try to par it down a bit.

God Damn, /lit/ has a thing for small tits.

>>9449305
not sure how i feel about the genitals line, but that's just a matter of opinion. I really like it, and want to know more about what's going on.

>>9450463
fuck outta here, fun nazi

>>9450522
error in line four?
i'm not digging the repetition of she in the last two lines, though i understand if that's stylistic. either way, maybe combine some sentences and cut back on "she" being the subject. Similarly, you use water twice within two short sentences. That is definitely jarring and breaks up the pace.

The Waitress shambled through her front door. The lights were off, and no one else was home. She didn't bother flipping the switch on the wall, within the familiar confines of her house she knew where she was going, and navigated the familiar path to her room with closed eyes, giving them the rest they had earned after an unbearably long shift.

She tossed her keys where she knew the coffee table was and heard the familiar clink of plastic and metal landing on chipped varnished wood. Her bag slid from her shoulder and landed at the edge of her door frame. The door swung open with little effort, and as she stepped through the draft from her open window on the opposite side of the room blew is shut.

Eyes still shut, ran her fingers down the front of her dress shirt, unbuttoning the plastic clasps one by one. Simultaneously sliding out of her sneakers and kicking them off somewhere into the dark nooks of her room. She let her shirt slide off her shoulders and roll down her arms, letting it hang tucked into her jeans.

Her silhouette outlined by the moonlit window continued to shed her outfit layer by layer. As her boot cuts fell from her waist, so did her shirt, and slipping them off from her ankles, her low cut socks went with them. Finally, she bent down and rolled her panties off from her hips, down her thighs, and into another dark corner where a various other articles and effects resided. She didn't mind where it fell, tomorrow's Waitress would clean it up.

With a sigh, she sat down on her bed, knees and back popping all the way down. With a final push of effort, she grabbed her braw from the bottom and pulled it up over her head and laid it down on the bed somewhere next to her. She felt for the top of the blanket with her lithe pale hands, and finding it, rolled the top back and slid underneath the soft fuzzy pink wool blanket and tried to sleep. Tired as she was, it didn't come. The bed was too cool, and no one was there to help her warm it.

>>9439412
Interesting that no one has asked for sauce on this image yet.

>>9451528
She's ugly. Her body is unappealing. Why does this surprise you

>>9450298
Not enough tense changes.

>>9449068
me