Have you ever wondered where writers get their inspiration? Like most writers I know, mine comes from a variety of places: real life, fantasies, a sexy photo, a scene from a TV show or movie. Inspiration comes from anywhere and everywhere. The trick is turning the inspiration into a story.
Today, I thought you might like to know the inspiration for my short story, Punished for Trespassing. The story centers around Lynn, a sexy college coed, who gets caught posing nude for her photographer boyfriend. The man who catches them is none too happy because they’re trespassing on his land. He’s about to call the sheriff when a naughty idea strikes him. He gives the couple, read as Lynn, a choice. “She can shed that robe and convince Wade and me that we should let you go, or I call the sheriff, and you two can explain to him why you were taking nudie pictures on my land.” Wade, by the way, is his college-age son.
Now, in real life, Lynn would most likely tell them to go fuck themselves and risk the sheriff carting them off to jail. But I added a small gotcha: Lynn’s parents would kick her out if they ever found out she posed nude. Not sure why, but they would. Since Lynn needs a rent-free place to stay until she graduates she decides to disrobe and let the two have their way with her.
So, where did I get the inspiration for the story?
Back in high school, I dated a photographer. Officially, he took pictures for our yearbook. Unofficially, he took nude pictures of me. He called them his “artistic nudes”. Uh-huh. But I had a serious crush on him, so I had no problem shedding my clothes and letting him click away. Plus, the sex was pretty good. At least by high school standards.
One day we’re driving around looking for a secluded spot to take some naughty pictures when we came across a narrow gravel road leading off into some woods. Thinking the road might lead to a good spot, we turned off and soon discovered it dead-ended at an old, abandoned concrete building. By old, I mean really old. The front had collapsed into rubble and the rest looked like it could follow suit at any minute.
So, naturally, we got out and snooped around.
It was mid-afternoon, and I guess the lighting was right because Justin thought it was the perfect place to take some photos. We went back to his car and while he gathered his equipment I shed my clothes and put on a robe. I always kept a robe near me when I posed just in case someone came upon us. I wasn’t so worried about strangers seeing me as I was about the law catching us. Unlike Lynn’s parents, mine wouldn’t kick me out, but you can bet I’d get one helluva lecture and they’d probably forbid me from seeing Justin again. Like that would have stopped me.
Anyway, I loved posing nude. Still do. I guess I’m an exhibitionist at heart. I’d climb on an oddly shaped slab and pose with my ass in the air, or my legs spread wide, or my head laid back while fondling my tits. Anything to drive Justin crazy.
And it worked!
After a while, he couldn’t take it. I’d just climbed on one of the larger slabs when Justin called out for me to lay on my back. I glanced over my shoulder and saw him take the camera strap off his shoulder and start to walk over. I knew what he wanted, and it wasn’t to take pictures. So I flipped over, grabbing the edge above my head so I wouldn’t slide off, and spread my legs.
Justin could be a gentle lover when he wanted, but most of the time he liked to take charge and get a little rough. I think he was the one who made me realize I enjoyed being submissive. It’s fun giving up control and letting someone do pretty much whatever they want with me.
Anyway, Justin sat his camera down on the block of concrete next to us, grabbed my thighs, and forced my legs further apart. I still remember how intoxicating it felt when his thick, wet tongue dove into my pussy. He had a way of engulfing my cunt with that sexy mouth of his and pistoning his tongue in and out, guaranteeing I’d end up shaking and quivering in ecstasy. I swear it was like being fucked by a thick little cock.
When he was done tongue-fucking me he started licking up and down my pussy lips, stopping every few laps to flick my clit.
Now, he was driving me crazy!
After a few minutes of that my legs began to twitch. He stopped licking and started sucking my swollen little button. Oh, my god, I thought I was going to die. I started wiggling and trying to grind my hips into his face, but he held me down and continued to work his magic.
My body went into spasms. I grew lightheaded, and for a moment I thought I was falling off the slab when I realized Justin had grabbed my ass and holding me tight.
Then the world imploded. I dug my fingers into the concrete, breaking a few nailed in the process, arched my back, and screamed as one of the most intense orgasms I’d felt crashed through me.
As I floated back to earth I looked up, panting and trying to catch my breath, to see Justin unzipping his pants and fishing out his cock. I so wanted to slide down and suck him off, but I never got the chance.
He quickly stepped between my legs and rammed his meaty cock into me. I was still reeling from the orgasm, so I was nice and wet. Which was a good thing because he fucked me like it was the last fuck he would ever have. With each thrust he’d grunt and bury his cock to the hilt, causing his balls to slap my ass. It was the most unique spanking I ever received.
Justin loved to watch my tits giggle when we fucked. I’m rather busty, not porn star busty, more straining-at-the-sweater busty. The problem is after a while my boobs start to hurt. Normally, I play with them while he fucks me, assuming he doesn’t beat me to it, but this time I was busy holding on to the slab. So all I could do was let them shimmer and shake and grin and bear it.
Besides, I knew he wouldn’t last long at that rate he was going, and he didn’t. I soon felt his cock swell, getting even larger, if you can believe it. Then he rammed it into me so hard I almost fell off the slab. With a low growl, I felt him come inside me. He thrust again several times, filling me with his seed until it ran out my pussy, down my ass, and onto the slab. I’ll tell you when that boy came he didn’t mess around.
When he finished he flopped down on me with his head nestled on my breasts. I let go of the slab and wrapped my arms around him. We laid like that for the longest time. Then Justin leaned up and kissed me, and I knew it was time to leave.
Looking back, I regret not asking Justin for copies of his photos. Oh, I have a few of us together, but none of the more intimate times we shared. I fear that as I grow older those memories will blur and fade. And that would be a shame.
So I write. I write to keep the memories alive. I write to share them with you. And if I happen to embellish an experience or two, well, I don’t think you’ll mind, will you?
There is one last thing I’d like to share with you before we wrap up for the day. I use a software package called Scrivener. There are many advantages to using it, but the one I like most is the ability to display a photo in one pane and text in another. This allows me to have an inspirational image up while I write. I do this with all my stories. For Punished for Trespassing I used this image of the beautiful Masha J. You can find her photo set at Kindgirls.com.
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