So the task for round two of the 2019 Smut Marathon was to write a 100-125 word story that built on somebody else's story from round one.
I've included the original then my submission for round two below it. The way the original author used the word 'heft' in her submission stays with me to this day.
I read my submission back now and really love the atmosphere I've created, especially being a fan of sci-fi. It's odd to read it back as I'm far enough away from having written it that it almost feels like somebody else's work, which makes it better for me with the passing of time. Sure I'd make changes but I think most of the parts that irk me about the work now can be put down to the savage culling I usually undertake before I send it off in a state of exasperation.
So, here you go, the whole list of entries for round two. I'd love to hear your thoughts, catch me on Twitter.
Round two
101) Auction Block
Number seven. The buyer paused as her dark eyes traveled down his physique. He held her gaze when it rose again. Her fingers retraced the path; he failed to flinch, even when she tested the size and heft of his manhood. She smirked, gave an amused breath, and moved on.
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The upgrade
Number eight - the last. Eight just didn't look right; too clean, skin fresh, raw. Back to Seven. He was expensive but he had the stats she desired. She closed her guide with a snap of finality. "Have him sent to the apartment."
The vibrant green of the atmospheric haze from level 245 backlit Seven as he stepped from the lift.
He was built for tweaking; input jacks and buttons to upload new images and stims. But he was principally human and physically impeccable. She had a delicious thought. “Why not fuck him before I start messing around with boosts?”
After a wholly satisfying pounding, she uploaded the assassin’s upgrade she had ‘acquired’ and secreted.
“Time to earn your money Seven”.
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