[WINNERS ANNOUNCED] Another “Give a Picture a Story” Writing Challenge for Lush Coins!

Hiya, Lushies

Why not write something here while our Fab Mod Team works to clear the queue? You can submit ONE hint fiction on up to TWO different pictures. For those mathematically challenged, that’s TWO entries total. Four winners will be chosen from the entries, each receiving 200 Lush coins ($20).

Clarification: Winners can be chosen from any picture. The judge isn’t just picking one winner from each picture. There may be multiple winners from one pic and none from another pic.

Post entries here! Do Not submit as a story to mods.

Rules:

1. Lush site rules apply!

2. Must be 75 words or less

3. Must contain the word “free” or “freedom”

4. Must be a hint fiction to one of the four pictures (please try to at least hint at a story and don’t merely write sex)

5. Must label your entry “Flower Girl”, “Nipple”, “Red Curtain Man”, or “Shhh Man.”

6. Write from your own fab imagination, not from AI!

Competition ends at midnight Eastern Daylight Time on July 4th.

Dominant Twin is your judge. She doesn’t know you and she isn’t a writer.

And HAVE FUN!

Last picture choice…

Let’s see if I understand this correctly.

“FLOWER GIRL”

“That’s it!” I said, cellphone in hand. “Your husband is going to love these pictures!”

“I hope so,” she said. “I’ve gotta do something to get his attention.”

That sent a jolt through me. My model  was a friend from work—an absolutely beautiful woman. 

I lowered the camera, stepped in close to her and whispered, “If these pictures don’t get his attention, you come back and see me—I will set you free.”

The End

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@Chumba… perfect EXCEPT I count 76 words. If you agree, edit and lose a word, please

FLOWER GIRL

Look nips, I can set you free here. You need not come with me; you may live among the flowers. Let them tease you and please you with their pretty mauve petals. You'll love it!

Don't worry about me; I'll soon have two more, and they'll look just like you. Please, you must decide now; there are some bad men coming. Bad men in white coats. I don't like them.

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@Chumba… perfect EXCEPT I count 76 words. If you agree, edit and lose a word, please

Lol

This is my personal peeve in micro

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EXCEPT I count 76 words

To be fair, any word processor will count "me—I" as one word because there are no spaces either side of the em-dash. Humans ignore special characters intrinsically in the count.

This is why something that we all find easy, is hard for a computer.

Sorry, I’ve always been a stickler for rules. Why have them if they aren’t going to apply. This is supposed to be fun.

This is a small enough word count that authors can count themselves, I think.

I’m not counting any more, leaving it to the author. My judge, however, will count those she selects, toss out any over 75, and choose another. My judge is not a word processor so “me—I” is counted as 2 words.

Okay, Miss KimmiBeGood: I have removed TWO words, so now I am UNDER 75 words. 😊

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Okay, Miss KimmiBeGood: I have removed TWO words, so now I am UNDER 75 words. 😊

Thanks for another awesome challenge, Kimmi! Here's my entry:

Nipple

The maiden writhed against the tree, her skin chafed by its confining branches. Her dress lay in tatters at her feet.

Upon seeing Cernunnos approach, she froze. The Horned God extended a hand and teased her bare nipple.

"Join me," he whispered. "No more scrubbing floors or scouring chamber pots. Such drudgery is beneath you."

The invitation was so appetizing that she could almost taste it.

In his forest, she would finally be free.

Kimmi, Can the stories be of any Lush category so long as it relates the chosen picture and contains the word free or freedom?

"Nipple"

Kimmi licked each of her two free raspberry ripples. The goo on her chin might not have been the best look, but anything that rhymed with nipples was useful in poets' corner. 

"Wanna lick my raspberry ripples?" Kimmi asked hopefully.

His pearly suit and odd gait should have been a giveaway, but rhyming slang and a misunderstanding did earn Kimmi a nice pucker up on her exposed breasts and a giggle fit.

Lovely jubbly.

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Kimmi, Can the stories be of any Lush category so long as it relates the chosen picture and contains the word free or freedom?

Yup. Just no poems, please.

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Can the stories be of any Lush category

Since the hint fiction stories are posted here in the forum and not to the Lush queue itself, the category doesn't apply. Make a new "category" up if you like 😀

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Sorry, I’ve always been a stickler for rules. Why have them if they aren’t going to apply. This is supposed to be fun.

This is a small enough word count that authors can count themselves, I think.

I’m not counting any more, leaving it to the author. My judge, however, will count those she selects, toss out any over 75, and choose another. My judge is not a word processor so “me—I” is counted as 2 words.

I'm just grateful that we have 5 extra words this time. 😊 Though that does mean I have to use my hand one extra time when counting them! 🙄🤣

“Shhh Man”

“Shhh,” the handsome stranger sighs.

Then, with urgency, he takes my hand, pulls me into the alcove’s darkness.

“I want you – I can set you free from your marriage.”

There’s an unseen connection, a passion bonding us.

He pulls me into his gorgeous, well-kept body.

Our mouths meet, intensely, and hands roam.

Then his lips caress my neck and travel lower.

With fervour, he takes my aching cock into his mouth.

I’ve found freedom.

Shhh Man

By day, she commanded the boardroom. Heels sharp, voice sharper.

But now, wrists bound above, legs trembling, the vibrator’s pulse deep inside her stole every breath.

Moans slipped out, raw and helpless. She wasn’t in control, he was. And he was watching, silently.

As she cried out again, his eyes met hers. No words, just a finger to his lips, a quiet command. Shh.

Her body obeyed, shaking. There is freedom in chains.

Here is my 2nd and final effort... 🙄😊

Flower Girl

“Run, find your freedom. It's good for your mind, your soul,” my boyfriend suggests.

I want to do it – expose my naked body to the sun, the elements.

I do it!

My dress falls away; my breasts bounce into view.

I’m running, my clothes falling away until I’m naked as the day I was born.

Then a hand on my shoulder – caught.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have streaked in the middle of the garden centre!

Flower Girl

She fled before dawn, corset half-laced, silence trailing her like guilt. Her father’s rules still echoed, modesty, devotion, obedience, but the field didn’t care.

Lavender brushed her legs as she tugged the corset down, baring her breasts to the sun.

Her fingers found heat between her thighs, bold, trembling. She gasped loud, unpunished.

No one to hush her. No one to shame her. Just breath, pleasure, and sky.

And the raw feeling of freedom.

Shh Man

In the dim alley light, he raised a finger—silent, commanding. “Shh…”

His eyes pinned me, dark with promise. Stubble framed lips I suddenly craved. Then she appeared—shadowed, elegant, dangerous. A woman in silk and smoke, eyes unreadable. He didn’t look back, just held me there in the heat of his gaze. 

The hush was no longer just foreplay—it was warning. Whatever they were hiding, already had me tangled. 

And I wanted more.

Shhh man.

Again, the teacher raised his finger to his lips and shushed the pupils. Again, he relished the aroma of Miss Attwater's pussy gracing his nostrils.

A lingering reminder of those few snatched moments in the supply closet during the free period.

Five minutes into the lesson and already three shushes.
He was glad he had such an unruly class.

His finger remained there as the hubbub slowly abated.
This time, he chanced a surreptitious lick.

Shhh Man

He presses a hushpuppy to my lips while strapping my ankles to a dining chair.

“Southern hospitality,” he drawls, licking butter off a blade.

“Bite,” he says. I do.

Grease, salt, honey… his fingers linger.

I swallow.

“Good girls chew slow,” he murmurs.

Molasses drips from his finger, tracing a line down my thigh.

I shiver.

“You wanted freedom,” he says, slipping lower, “but freedom ain’t free.”

I moan… he hushes me, whispering, Shhh.

"Red Curtain Man"

You drew the red curtain back.

You had a wish. I am that wish.

You wanted to be set free from your morals.

Tie me up. Use me.

Let me be all that you have ever wanted secretly.

You won’t ever be sorry for your wish. I promise.

I am yours to do as you command.

Spread your wings as I spread you.

Set yourself free forever.  

I will always be your wish.

"Shh Man"

Be still. Be quiet.  

Shh. You want your husband to hear?

Come to me.   

I am in the other room.

You know the room.

Take off your shackles of marriage.

Let me set you free.

You know you want it.

Shh.

No noise, only you and me as one.  

Let me be your dream. Your lover.  

Only we will know.  

Good girl. 

Shh. Not a peep.

Only me in you.

Be free now. Feel it?

Nipple

Wild girl was back, just free of the brush where I had first spied her naked breast days ago. I sat quietly, food set just out of my reach, hoping she wouldn’t run as she had all the other times I had offered it.

I looked up and she froze.

“I won’t hurt you,” I said, sitting motionless on the grass, “Promise.”

She hung there…then fell into my arms, sobbing.

It was a start.

Flower Girl

The sun warmed my shoulders, and the smell of the foliage was heavenly. Fuck it! I was free now, in body and mind. I slipped my dress off my shoulders and bared my breasts, striding through the meadow topless, not caring if anyone saw. 

He found me.

“You made it?” 

I nodded.

“I owe you one.”

“I need to be fucked. Then we’ll talk.”

On my hands and knees, three years of jail melted away.

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Lol

This is my personal peeve in micro

Part of the problem with micros on Lush is that the word counter tends not always to be accurate. So what may look like 104 words for a published micro might really only be 96 words. Trust that the mods are very picky and would never allow over 100 words if they truly existed. Recently I had a writer send in a 98 word micro that was “measuring” 124 words. 🙀 I cut and repasted it and it dropped instantly to 113 words. I did this multiple times and got it down to 106 but there were truly only 98 words. 🤷‍♀️

Ssssh man

She had a free period so came home early from college only to hear the sound of her parents enthusiastic fucking coming from their bedroom. She recognised her mum's orgasmic wail but she hadn't seen her dad's car in the driveway. The noises stopped. She stood frozen in the hallway as the bedroom door opened. The stranger looked at her, put his finger to his lips and left.

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Part of the problem with micros on Lush is that the word counter tends not always to be accurate. So what may look like 104 words for a published micro might really only be 96 words. Trust that the mods are very picky and would never allow over 100 words if they truly existed. Recently I had a writer send in a 98 word micro that was “measuring” 124 words. 🙀 I cut and repasted it and it dropped instantly to 113 words. I did this multiple times and got it down to 106 but there were truly only 98 words. 🤷‍♀️

I actually count mine, as it's achievable. I don't do it with the intention of preparing for a hissy-fit, but purely to see how much my number differs from the god that is tech. Perhaps possible ambiguity over whether a bean's counted as one or two is a part of the challenge, as opposed to being angry over something I will always consider a bit of fun?