‘I can survive well enough on my own— if given the proper reading material.’
– Sarah J. Maas, Throne of Glass

So round six of Smut Marathon 2019 is done – the votes are being counted and the results are due to be released tomorrow!

To honour the completion of this stage of the competition, I wanted to publish my entries so far. From short sentences to flash fiction, these have been challenging assignments but I’ve been pleased with most of them.

Thank you again for voting and, fingers crossed, I’ll still be in the competition tomorrow!

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Assignment One: write about the moment two people first see each other. 30-50 words.

First look

She could feel it in her cunt. That first look, first glance, first connection; she could feel it in her cunt. A liquid warmth that filled her and drowned her and spilled over, drenching her entirely. How could she ever look away?

Assignment Two: use another round one entry to expand on what happens next. 100-125 words.

Made to Watch

She’s kneeling, naked from the waist down, blindfolded, gagged, a sign on her chest saying ‘Grope me’: a captivating mix of vulnerability and power. As he slips his fingers knuckle-deep inside someone else’s property he lifts the blindfold. Her blue eyes meet his, alive with surprise and welcome. She turns to me and smiles.

This is what I want. I must remember that this is what I want. My cock straining against my trousers is certainly a reminder that my body craves the aching arousal I find in jealousy. I may have tied her; stripped her; gagged her; but I am unable to touch her. Instead, this man – this other man – touches my wife, eliciting moans of pleasure that thrill and pain me.

With his fingers curled inside her, I can tell she’s close. I stroke my cock in time with his thrusts, till her face scrunches and tightens; we come together and, as instructed, he leaves immediately. Finally I can take her into my arms, my love and my life.

Assignment Three: write an erotic/sexy conversation between two people, using 75% dialogue. 180-200 words.

Awaiting Parole

‘Remember the rules: no touching the glass, no touching the restraints, no touching yourself – I’m looking at you, Jackson – no passing gifts, no unsigned visitors. And no complaints.’

The warden strode around, barking orders like a mini-dictator, which Sally supposed he was. She was certainly trapped in his totalitarian regime for the next 6 to 9 months. Thank God for Clara!

‘Did you miss me?’ Her voice through the telephone sounded closer than her face, separated by the glass screen.

‘Of course I missed you.’

‘What do you miss? Tell me everything; I’ve missed your filthy voice!’

‘Well, I’ve missed your taste. God, I’ve missed your taste!’

‘Tell me how you’d taste me.’

‘I’d start slow, like a kiss. Gently pressing my lips against yours, tongue slipping between to taste you. So sharp and yet so sweet. Now I could find your clit, you make such great sounds when I touch it, but I think I’d make you wait. You are so cute when you’re squirming! I’d lick and suck and taste, harder and faster until you beg me to let you come.’

‘How long would you make me wait?’

‘Well…6 to 9 months, I guess!’

Assignment Four: ‘eavesdropping.’ 225-250 words.

Telephone exchange

She was going to lose her job over this, Betty had no doubt. It was such a risk but she couldn’t resist. Every time his voice purred through her headphones, she lost all sense of reason.

‘Number?’

‘Casterly 216.’

And she’d connect him.

But she’d not release her listening key straightaway. She’d stay on the line to listen to his voice and listen to his words. She’d ignore others looking for other connections to stay on his call, pressing the earpieces closer to her to stop even a whisper escaping; she’d risk it all to listen to his call.

‘I hope you’re wearing those stockings I sent you. The silk ones with the bows. I want to know how smooth your legs will feel when I kiss them. I know how soft the skin above them will be, I know how your hair will feel against my lips and how wet your flesh will be against my tongue so I want to know how silky smooth your stockinged legs will be…’

As he described the pleasures he wanted, Betty ran her fingers along her own stockings, feeling the change of texture from silk to skin. With his voice loud in her ears and her touch tracing his overheard commands, the telephone exchange melted away. Instead she became the woman in Casterly, stretched out on the bed and wearing silk stockings, as commanded.

She was definitely going to lose her job over this…

Assignment Five: write a story that happens entirely in the dark. 375-400 words.

Night Camp

A twig snapping somewhere outside under the foot of an unknown creature must have woken her. The darkness of the moonless night was deeper than Sam had expected and she felt a thrill of fear at the knowledge that she’d be unlikely to see whatever was prowling outside until it was upon them. Luckily, she doubted anything more vicious than a fox hunted in this clifftop campsite.

Still, she wriggled closer to the slumbering body next to her. Snug in their shared sleeping bag, very little movement was needed before they were entwined and Sam could soon feel Greg’s cock pressing into the small of her back, responding to the pressure of her arse as she slowly, subtly ground back into him. Although it was much too dark to see, Sam thought Greg might be awake. She had heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder, soft sleepy breaths becoming more rhythmic, and he had started flexing his hips to push back against her.

Emboldened by the dark and choosing to forget the other tents pitched within hearing distance of them, Sam reached behind her to hold Greg’s cock, stroking until he was fully hard and then directing him to plunge inside her, the slow build up ensuring that she was slick and ready. He tried to smother a moan by burying his face into her neck but the sounds that escaped still seemed to fill the quiet night air.

With his arms wrapped around her, Greg traced his fingers down her stomach until they reached the soft hair between her legs. Slipping deeper, his fingertips found her clit and he used the rocking of their bodies to rub backwards and forwards, sending waves of pleasure through her. Unable to stay entirely silent, Sam hoped her gasps wouldn’t wake the neighbouring campers, although the idea of them listening excited the exhibitionist in her.

Cocooned in their sleeping bag, shrouded in the heavy darkness, hidden from sight but easily heard, Sam rode Greg’s cock to a silent, shuddering climax. The spasms of her body gripped him, pulling him deeper until he came, groans muffled in her hair.

As their breathing returned to normal, the silence of the dark night again settled around them. Once again, all was quiet and still.

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