Fireworks
“Never play with fireworks,” I recalled my teacher telling me as I slipped the head of the rocket into my pussy. If the house caught fire right now and this thing lit, that’d be a hell of a way to go!
The firework was huge, bigger than any penis I’d ever seen. It was covered in lube, of course, and I got most of it in. Through experimenting, I found the right angles and rhythm…Boom!
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Fireworks
“Never play with fireworks,” I recalled my teacher telling me as I slipped the head of the rocket into my pussy. If the house caught fire right now and this thing lit, that’d be a hell of a way to go!
The firework was huge, bigger than any penis I’d ever seen. It was covered in lube, of course, and I got most of it in. Through experimenting, I found the right angles and rhythm…Boom!
Doesn't friction create heat....just saying! 🤪
I used to be a pervert. In here, I'm normal!
Watch this space...She is really - cumming soon!
Waterfall
Daryl had every reason to believe this would be like every other horny vigil on the log next to the back wall. Someone would see the bandanna tree signal for down-low man sex.
He gasped when the Adonis walked through the waterfall rather than around it.
In moments, he had his wet pants down and Daryl was sucking the nicest cock he’d ever had.
The stud grunted then moaned, “Emily, your wife says happy birthday.”
I'll give it another go.
Waterfall
Carl had taken some outstanding photos with the experienced model, Jeffrey. Some of them would make for sexy covers on upcoming romance novels. The one with Jeffrey wet from head to toe in the waterfall was a sure winner.
As Carl wrapped up the day on his knees taking Jeffrey's cock into his mouth, his first ever, he thought to himself, "I can't believe how easily woman are seduced by a perfect set of abs."
Bonfire
We were caressing and making out by the bonfire.
BAM! The rain came down hard, and we ran inside.
Soaked, we hungrily pulled off clothes, my hands pawing her tits, then her pussy.
Her hand yanked off my trousers, grabbing my cock.
I pushed her to the floor and pushed my hard cock into her, greedily fucking her hard as I sucked her tits.
We moaned as outside the bonfire fizzled in the rain.
It looks like the other entries I am seeing here makes it clear but I just want to be 100% sure: We are turning in writings inspired by these pictures, correct? The characters and settings in the pictures don't necessarily have to be in the story; as long as the story deals with fireworks, or a waterfall, etc, they are acceptable ?
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It looks like the other entries I am seeing here makes it clear but I just want to be 100% sure: We are turning in writings inspired by these pictures, correct? The characters and settings in the pictures don't necessarily have to be in the story; as long as the story deals with fireworks, or a waterfall, etc, they are acceptable ?
Yes, the main element needs to be in the story. It’s definitely a tougher challenge to write a story on your take of all the elements in the picture. Like why is the girl in the fountain with the fireworks? We’ll see what each judge goes with, though.
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@Kimmi, question. Is the woman in the 'fireworks' pic standing at the Trevi Fountain?
Fireworks:
The fireworks went off at New Year’s Eve, and a female arm grabbed me.
“Happy New year,” she purred and kissed me hard.
I went hard looking at her hard tits pushing through her skinny dress, and pulled her into the alley.
She pulled my hard cock out and placed it on her wet pussy.
As the fireworks banged, we kissed and fucked hard, and her dress fell.
Then we came at the final bang.
Fireworks
They'd lost their passion many moons ago.
This trip was meant to bring back the flame.
She undid her robe and caressed his face.
Yet, his desire she couldn't trace.
Outside their hotel room, the fireworks started.
Damn, he easily got distracted!
So she walked out, and in the fountain she bathed,
Lights flashed above; Her hand between her legs –
How her pale skin glowed!
Watching her from their window,
fireworks ignited him again.
I know this is not too erotic. But I like it. I think it still fits the picture!
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Bonfire
I never expected you to come on my wedding day.
Of all days, why this day?
I waited for the roses and your promises,
But they disappeared just like the foam upon the sea.
Now, you being here again –
Saying sorry – confuses me.
The wind sends shivers down my spine.
This dress feels heavy - and my palms, sweaty.
Chests heaving.
My name on your lips.
Put out this bonfire and make love to me.
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@Kimmi, question. Is the woman in the 'fireworks' pic standing at the Trevi Fountain?
No clue. I just prompted AI to create a pic of a sexy woman standing in a big fountain with fireworks overhead. You can have it be whatever fountain you wish. 
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Fireworks
The night was just to be for the celebration of the 4th Of July.
It became the celebration of our love.
For the first time we made love.
Not just anywhere did we make love, but it was in a fountain of love.
We saw thew fireworks explode over our heads as we made love
As the others celebrated the 4th of July, we celebrated our hearts giving each other our love.
Mermaid
I have fished all my life. Caught every fish you can think of.
All of them but today I caught the greatest fish of all.
This fish took my heart.
This fish was a myth or at least I thought so.
Her skin was like a fish, but her lips were like no woman I have ever kissed.
Now I hope I can explain the giant aquarium I am building in my back yard.
Bonfire
The bonfire you lit was a symbol of our love.
Huge flames sparked all over the beach like the flames that sparked in our hearts.
Each crack of the logs was like you saying you loved me.
The distant party did not matter. What mattered were the flames of our love for each other.
Waterfall
Shipwrecked on the island. Will the rain ever stop?
Everywhere I go to is another waterfall as I seek the woman I love.
Did she drown in all this rain or under one of these millions of waterfalls.
Time will tell but I know I will never give up my search for her.
BONFIRE
We escape the tent’s revelry for the serenity of the beach
Warm sand and cool sea air welcome us
The bride simpers at me flirtatiously
dancing carefree around the bonfire
The scent of jasmine and wood smoke envelops us
driving our desire ever higher
I wrap her in my arms and we kiss deeply
Carnal current surges between us
but our sensual feast must wait until our guests depart
Waterfall
She heard a noise and looked up. "You’re drenched. How long were you standing under the waterfall?”
“Oh, this?” he shrugged, wiping the moisture off his forehead. “This isn’t what you think.”
When she didn’t respond, he stepped further into the cave.
"Remember our ‘hall pass’ conversation, after the shipwreck? Any woman, no limits, your explicit permission?”
More silence.
He grinned. “Turns out we’re not alone, babe. Small tribe, ten women. And they’re all squirters!”
Bonfire
She told him she fantasized about being used. Multiple guys. Four. Maybe Five.
He instructed her to dress “pretty”. He gave her a bouquet of beautiful flowers.
Then the guys arrived.
For two hours, she was nothing more than an object. Three holes. They never even removed her dress.
Afterwards, standing alone by the bonfire, dress torn, cum glistening on her face, she had a single, dark thought:
“I can’t fucking wait until next time!”
Mermaid
From the first moment he saw her, he knew he would have her. She led him a merry dance, swimming this way and that, sitting and preening her hair, waiting until he got close.
Finally, he cornered her against a rock. Kissing her hard whilst rolling and tugging her nipple, she moaned into his mouth. It was only when he tried to spread her legs that he realised the minor flaw in mermaid design.
Mermaid
He saw her
Sunning on the beach
Determined to capture her
For his own
She saw him coming
And didn't slip into the sea
Because she sensed
That he was for her
She held out her hand
And led him to a cave
She shiftshaped
Their tongues intertwined
When he realized she was
With her perfect body
Not experienced
He hesitated
She was ready
For it was destined
In the stars
He took her virginity
Waterfall
We climbed up beside the waterfall and followed the stream a mile away from anyone. My husband had to hoist me up to the top of a six-foot rock. We stripped, reveling in nature. He sucked my nipples. My pussy juices running, I took his cock in my mouth in a sixty-nine. Then he fucked me until we came. We dressed and returned to civilization. I'll never forget the day of the waterfall.
Bonfire
Flowers for your grandmother go up first with snaps and pops.
Next, your mother’s dress, a sudden mix of colored flame and acrid smell of burnt tulle.
You smile, wickedly topless, glowing. Hands from behind slide down the cream-soaked blue thong borrowed from your sister. You toss them and they steam.
My brother/best man’s hands cup your sex and breast.
Snap! Awake!
“Rise ‘n’ shine, Zach. Gettin’ hitched today! Dreams do come true!”
Fireworks
I go to attend the nation's celebration at the town square. I see her through the crowd, cooling herself in the fountain. Her dress leaves nothing to the imagination.
She beckons me and bends over the railing of the fountain.
I suck her nipples, playing with her clit.
I enter her cunt from behind and pound her until we both cum.
The fireworks burst into their glory, lighting up our passion for everyone to see.
Bonfire
The groom and his best men caught her alone on the beach beside the bonfire.
The groom held her while his men undressed her,
They all removed their clothing, ready to take their turns after the groom took her virginity.
Juices ran from her pussy as she looked at her husband poised to enter her. Fingers played with her nipples. A sharp pain as he entered her, then nothing but pleasure.
All enjoyed the night.
Bonfire
He watched her hips sway to the rhythm of the crackling embers. Uttering words only the fire could hear. The flames surged, licking her skin.
Peeling off the wedding dress that clung to her curves, she offered it to the inferno.
Turning towards him, she smiled, eyes aglow, beckoning him closer.
He closed the distance, dropping to his knees.
Smirking, she whispered “You may kiss the bride,” and his mouth descended on her smooth lips.
Bonfire
Resigned to a private life of solitude.
Accustomed to loneliness.
He inhaled the vacancy.
Took it into every pore.
They came with torches.
The evil accusations of forbidden intimacy.
His heart knocked against his chest.
She had betrayed him.
Had he bewitched her, filled her womb?
So it was decided not by trial but by error.
He uttered not a word in his defense.
Silently he stood bound glaring with the bright yellow eyes.
Evil arose.
Waterfall
Silently, she crawls through the ferns.
“Prey,” she thinks.
“Mine,” she whispers.
Like white noise, the sound of the waterfall makes him oblivious to the danger he is in.
His hair dark from the water.
The unending flow caresses his skin.
Every muscle lustrous in the stream.
So wet, she feels.
Must mark him with mine.
Waterfall
A waterfall! ‘Wow,’ thought Ines, ‘this place has everything!’
She could hardly believe her luck. The country estate she had inherited had a vast house, thousands of acres, and a staff.
She’d met almost everyone, except the mysterious gardener, Pedro.
As she admired the cascade, he appeared, shirtless, sunburned and toned by work. The waterfall practically evaporated around him.
“Mistress,” he said, nodding.
The gardener’s tool made short work of the mistress’s bush that day.
