Strange carvings spiralled up the shaft, forming ups and downs, valleys and hills, like waves on the ocean, their foam a faint, yellowish glow on their ridges. If one were to look too long at the pattern, they would form curves, slithering bodies, writhing and spinning, almost mesmerizing, in front of one's eyes, as well as in the mind.

Running the fingers down the length of the shaft, it almost felt warm to the touch, but surely, that must be an illusion, for how can an object, a lifeless, rigid thing, radiate with heat? Nevertheless, it would seem that way to whoever held it in their hands, as if the thing came alive, pulsing, glowing, rotating, changing shape and form and size. Was it all an illusion? Was it just the patterns of chaos and order along its side? What about the strange disconnect between how it felt, and how it looked? There were more things strange about it than there were not, but such is the nature of the beast.

A beast, that seemed to have a life of its own, its sparkling gemstones glowing like embers, all along the ridges, and certainly at the top, where they formed a strange, flowery pattern, not any less mesmerizing and caleidoscopic than the rest. Right at the tip, it all seemed to reach an intensity as if it would burst with power and energy at any moment, just waiting for the right trigger, the right touch, the right moment. Maybe, just the right person to touch it, nobody could say.

The two maidens certainly were about to try, though. Their tongues ran across the whole length of the shaft, licking up and down its carvings in perfect symmetry, looking into each others eyes as they did. Naked, as they were, just wearing the headdress and jewelry of the temple they served, the kissed as they reached the top, intensely, intimately, passionately almost, their saliva dripping down on the glowing top, intensifying the light. The shaft was now lodged between their breasts as they embraced, their nipples rubbing against one another. Lost in each other's arms, they breathed in the scent, the air, the moment, feeling the warmth and softness of their skin, enjoying closeness and intimacy.

Slowly, they knelt down, balancing the object still between themselves, until it touched the ground. The blonde one, who was slightly older than her comrade, held it between her breasts while her partner spread her legs and arched her crotch out against the shaft, rubbing its rough side along her brunette, puffy slit. Like tiny, warm tongues, the carvings caressed her clit, and she could almost feel them tug at her, playfully, sending impulses through her body that she had never known before.

Her lover set out to do the same, and soon their legs were intertwined, while the rod ran between them, held in place by both of their pussies, latched onto it like hungry, wanton lips, sucking on each other, staining the warm, light rod with shimmering juices. A soft moan began to fill the hall and echoed faintly through the chambers adjacent. Occasionally, a wail or a whimper would cross their lips, and the gemstones would glow brighter.

Then, they couldn't hold themselves back anymore. The tall one, the blonde, stood up and positioned the rod between her legs, carefully, albeit it seeming to stand almost by itself, then lowered herself onto it, until her hairy snatch had swallowed the top all at once, driving it deep up into her wanton cunt. When she felt it fill her up, she groaned loudly, whispering praises and curses all at once, as she sunk back onto the ground.

The brunette finally did the same and grabbed the other end, sticking out of her friend's hole, driving it up her own twat until their pussies met, once again, in a tight embrace, sharing the warm, hard, spinning shaft between them. They writhed on the floor, as they each felt their part thrust up inside them, fast, hard, as if driven by an unearthly force, seeming to grow larger, wider, thicker, more forceful, filling them as much as they were able to take, until, finally, something filled them up inside, something warm, soft, smooth, something that felt good and perverted at the same time, something that soon spread warm and slippery all over their bodies.

With a smack, they each released the shaft again, now laying in a pool of slimy juice, their holes gaping wide, licking up each other's juices, as they embraced, one more time, kissing and holding, sitting on the engraved edges that still, lightly, caressed their slits.

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The item is, of course, the staff of Ki-Rah, carved from the single bone of a Serriat beast, imbued by magicks old and wild, and charged by the sex of the priestesses of Qur.

 

This a very well written story. Maybe off of the theme of humanizing an object (I might be wrong here), but I still enjoyed it and will consider it in my evaluation.

 

Thanks. To be perfectly honest, I didn't quite understand the thing about humanizing an object, so I gave it my best shot.

 

What I personally understood about it, is that we should describe the object we use as if it was human. To reveal it's true nature and the sexual act described, in a Post-Script at the end of the story.
Please someone tell me I didn't put my foot in my mouth. Although an admitted narcissist, I don't believe in putting male body parts in my mouth, I'm not gay.

 

Yeah... uh... I dunno, man. I thought the job was to make a lifeless thing sexy, but I might be wrong just the same.

 

This is the first KAW-7 entry I've read and it is by far the best. Excellent, brilliantly sexy, and impressive, Kathrin.

 

Wow, very spicy tale.... loved it well written and easy for me to follow, although I would have never guessed what it was
Thought maybe a power crystal, a tourmaline to be percise. Thank you for this entry one of my favorites so far

 

OMG. Can someone please explain this to me? I am completely clueless. And no, I don't want to Google.

 

Google won't help, I made all of that up.

 

Well this is definitely steamy!

I liked it very much, but felt let down that it wasn't an object that I knew.

Your writing is very descriptive and graphic. The scene was painted in my mind. I like the occasional story from the fantasy genre, and I now want to read some of your other works.

I had one moment that I didn't like, and that took me out of the story. I can't say that it was wrong, but to me it was jarring.

This is purely my weird opinion. Though I rarely use "curse" words, they don't bother me. You used others here that never even phased me. This one however felt out of place. Like I said, this is only my personal preference. I think that all of your other words were so nicely written, that "hairy snatch" just didn't fit. Even your use of "cunt", didn't bother me. (I need to see a therapist! Even typing that made me blush!) I guess I just feel the rest seemed to fit, and that one didn't work for me.

I think your writing is superb! It may not have fit the rules exactly, but I don't see that as a problem that would keep me from giving it a vote.

Very good story!

 

Aw, thanks a lot!

Yeah. Well. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Hm. That's interesting. I don't deny that I use strong language; in fact, it's what most of my fans like about my stories, but honestly, I didn't think "snatch" was too strong a word. In fact, it sounds rather cute to me. Keep in mind that english is a second language to me, so I might miss some connotations that a native speaker would draw. (However, my editrix, who's from Texas, didn't mention anything about my choice of words either, though it might just be that she's used to my writing.)

Anyway, this is very interesting feedback. I like it!

Edit:

I've got a short fantasy series published already, but it's not my usual genre; I write a lot more contemporary stuff. If you want, I can send you a link, but you should be able to find all that on my website.

 

Competition "half-way/2-weeks left" bump.

Hush....an alias

 

I thought this was a very interesting story. I liked the imagery you conveyed it was very realistic and I pictured your scenes easily . You certainly have a way with words , you brought the story to life easily.

Okay, there are a few things that I wanted to point out -

Occasionally you're a little loquacious,(says the one who isn't at all when reviewing ) especially describing the sex (did I say that ? Nah most unlike me ).
There was a spelling error I noticed , "jewelry" should be jewellery. Actually there were two , but I can't remeber what and where the other is, sorry.

The second time the ladies impaled themselves on the totem was a little unnunnecessary I thought. It seemed they were on the ground fucking with it between them, they or the blonde got up impaled herself once more and the brunette joined her again and were back on the floor, which was virtually identical to the previous paragraph.

A few of the paragraphs there were too many commas where maybe there should have been some full stops.

I see that the point Little Miss K made about the hairy snatch , that it seemed to jarr against the level of the writing you did here , but the thing I'm not keen on is "twat" bearing in mind I live in a place where thats used a LOT ! I found that didn't sit in here well either.

Also I didnt get the ending, you seemed to suggest the artifact wasn't up either of them then was the blonde resting on the edge of it ? It was a little bit of a strange end for me

My final criticism is I'm a tiny weeny bit disappointed that it wasn't a real totem. That is a real shame and would have been better if it was a true real life artifact. And I think you could have made the object appear to be a real cock with a few choice words, I did think it was from the first description of the women servicing it.

I took the challenge to be exactly that , sexualising and humanising a real object. Which this wasn't and so I'm not sure it meets the briefs points.

That said, and though it might seem otherwise I did really enjoy it. I like and appreciate your writing and the story. Your writing is excellent, you have an easy style and a great imagination and I'd definitely read your other stuff. I enjoy a good, erotic, well described story, which this was! And if your other work is like this it will be worth reading.

Thanks for your hard work and time and good, luck in the competition . Luvs xx

 

Aw, thanks a lot.

Well. Actually, I thought it was a bit too short. It's barely 1000 words, which I thought is the bare minimum of a story. Then again, I tried to use a little more flowery language here, which may have backfired.

Hmm. Actually, I imagined the first part more like this:



And then the next one more like this:



So, I guess, I wasn't all that descriptive in the end.

Yeah, guilty. I do that a lot. I like to tell myself it makes for my own, incredible style.

Hrm. Well, I dunno. I try to change words for pussy, as to not overuse the same terms over and over. Twat seems just like a fair substitute to me, but then again, English is not my first language.

Mmh. Maybe "edge" wasn't quite the right word for it. "Side" would've been better. I was just trying to say they were on top of it.

Yeah, well, honestly, I didn't quite get the challenge, so I may or may not have fucked it up.

Thanks. My stuff is more or less all like that. Most of it isn't published on here, though.

 

It's, err, interesting for the lack of a better word. I loved the descriptions and the story, and short of small spelling mistakes, it was fairly good.

 

While the story is similar to the author's other entry, "Lewd", I like this one better because rather than a car, this is a sacred mystical object that is being powered by the erotic energy of two priestesses. Picturing these two maidens writhing and fucking at the staff in a lustful religious ceremony, unleashing their passions onto the object of their charge somehow appeals to my dark sexual side. More entries and non-entries have been posted since this one, but it's still ranked highly on my KAW-7 list. Very fascinating story.

 

There was I thinking it was something more worldly, like a Rabbit and it was nicely disguised as an SF/Fantasy description. This time I managed to avoid spoiling myself, so I was surprised by the reveal.

Still love the description.

I also thought "hairy snatch" struck a discordant note. It kinda stuck as as the only bit which didn't fit.

 

Thanks a lot. Glad you liked it.

Aw, thank you very much.

Thanks. I'm happy you enjoyed it. Not sure about the discordant note, but maybe you're right. I like to mix bitter with sweet, which may not be for everyone.

 

Twat
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
For other uses, see Twat (disambiguation).
The word twat is widely used as a derogatory epithet, especially in British English, referring to a person considered obnoxious or stupid. It is also used informally as a verb in British English to mean "to hit or punch a person". In British English and Commonwealth English, it is pronounced /twæt/ to rhyme with that, or sometimes /twɒt/, to rhyme with hot. In North American English, it is pronounced /twɑːt/, to rhyme with squat. Twat is also is used in the United States as vulgar slang for the human vulva.

Modern usage


Road sign pointing to Twatt, Shetland which was rated no. 4 of the most vulgar-sounding names in Rude Britain, along with its Orkney counterpart.
Although sometimes used as a reference to the female genitalia (a usage that predominates for the word in North American English), the word twat is more often used in various other ways:

• As a derogatory insult, a pejorative meaning a fool, a stronger alternative to the word twit – 'He can be a complete twat' (frequent in British and Commonwealth English, and not unheard of in North America)
• Informally as a verb meaning to hit someone (a British usage)

In August 2008, the publisher of a children's book, My Sister Jodie by Jacqueline Wilson, decided to reprint the word twat as twit in future editions of the novel so as not to offend readers or their parents after receiving three complaints[8]

In a radio interview on 29 July 2009, the leader of the British Conservative Party, David Cameron apologized for any offence caused after he used the word twat on live radio during a breakfast radio show interview on Absolute Radio:

The trouble with Twitter, the instantness of it – too many twits might make a twat.

— David Cameron,
He attempted to play down the incident, and added: "I was doing a radio interview and I'm sure that people will understand that."[10]

Word usage ratings
For the purposes of film certification, usage of the word is not considered as serious as many other swear words. It is listed by the British Board of Film Classification as an example of "moderate language" for the 12 certificate. However, the film Kes has been certified PG in the United Kingdom, meaning: "All ages admitted, but certain scenes may be unsuitable for young children. Should not disturb children aged 8 years or over", despite more than one instance of the word.[12]

It also is not on the list of the Seven dirty words made famous by George Carlin in his 1972 monologue "Seven Words You Can Never Say on Television", perhaps because the word is much less common in North America than in Britain.