So I got seriously bogged down and then the 2020 Smutmarathon started. In order to clear my 'to do' list, I'm going to give you a bumper edition of the 2019 Smutmarathon that contains not one, not two but three rounds worth of lovely stories! (Bargain).
Round 4
So I was really happy with this one. The assignment asked us to use the word 'eavesdropping' in our story and I came up with the idea of a really intimate moment (read: heaps of loud fucking) but in a somewhat non-private place and.....well I won't ruin the twist but I liked what I came up with. Feedback from previous rounds basically said give us more erotic passages so this story got down and dirty.
Doing time
It was hot and stuffy and the air was heavy. That damp musk that was unmistakably sex was everywhere. Afternoon sunlight came streaming through the windows and bounced off dancing dust particles carried in the warm air.
The underwear she'd carefully chosen had been hastily pulled off within seconds of the door closing, his cock was out and she’d massaged it to rock hard while their mouths tasted each other. The caravan rocked slightly as he hoisted her onto the table.
He could tell she was glancing at the clock but he knew it wasn't out of boredom. "Four minutes" she managed to say between gasping for air and ravaging his mouth with hers. As the clock approached the one minute mark, they came together; a glorious, loud, unbridled, resounding orgasm that held nothing back. They deserved no less.
The thin door to the caravan creaked open as the guard was about to hammer his fist against it. It sat in a courtyard watched by two guards and a line of jittery, restless couples.
They walked out across the yard, squinting at the sunlight reflecting off the exposed concrete underfoot. Everyone present was watching them both except the next couple who entered quickly, eager to make the most of their ten minutes of fun.
After one last kiss she was resecured in shackles before being led into the bowels of the prison. He savoured all he could of her as she turned down a corridor until next time.
Round 5
I really think that erotic sci-fi might be my calling as this was the second out of five entries that was sci-fi inspired. This assigment was to write a story that happens entirely in the dark. I went with something a little different, basically your boozy alien yobbo mate recounting a fascinating holiday it'd recently taken. Book now!
Deep in Space
So what are the odds that I'd be balls deep in an Anteludvian sex worker as we entered the black hole? But, I have to tell you, it was the most amazing trip I've been on and the best fucking orgasm I've ever had. I got it on one of those lay-by type arrangements. They honour the lowest price so if it drops after you book they refund you money! You've got to book now, you gotta.
You think it's going to be like those old sci-fi classics where all the stars light up and streak across the sky as you fall into the black - well it's nothing. Literally fucking nothing. Everything just disappears but you can feel everything. Like sounds and light and smell, I guess, it just blended into this full body - no, full universe - feeling.
But it doesn't feel like nothing though and it’s like your sight drains away so its darker than it’s ever been but it also turns into some other force or feeling. It’s like the stars become part of you as you're drawn in and they course through you and explode out of every nerve ending in your body. You actually fuck on this lavish bed with a full glass dome and she works it so you’re in the prime viewing spot as you go in. Fucking amazing - and it isn't just one or two, it's like fucking six over a whole day! My first time too; yep first time. First time in a black hole and first time in an Anteludvian sex worker!
Fuck she was good, she knew every button to press and exactly when to hit it. She worked on me in rhythm with the universe, fucking amazing. And the lead up! It’s not just about going into the black but she spends hours warming you up on the way over. Holy shit. Holy….shit.
She knew the score too. She'd done it a few times and she said it was incredible but she always needed time to get back to herself. She said she would come for days the first few times. “It was like every chemical reaction that could ever happen just happens inside me for like a week straight” and coming was like a salve. It tamed the universe, controlled it.
I went off for another week.
Hey book now, you won’t regret it.
Round 6
Ok, this one was a little harder; we had to write a story that contained the words 'wedding dress' and was flash fiction - my read on that was that it needed to include some considerable character and/or story progression in a small word limit. So I took the idea of a wedding dress and purity and whiteness and tried to play with it a bit by bringing in the black and white, yin and yang, Pete Evans and Peter Russell Clarke vibe.
This was my last entry for the 2019 competition and I was very proud to have made it to Round 6 given most of my entries were done under extreme time pressure! I've entered the 2020 comp and I'll update in due time.
Black and white
His abiding memory of her has her dressed in black from head to toe. She loved to pair black knee high boots with a delicious mini-skirt that always grabbed attention and she got his that day. It was sunny and bright. She wasn't. She looked dark, unapproachable and brooding, like she just didn’t care, but she wasn’t any of those things. She was light, she was effervescent, she brought joy everywhere she went. She was the best thing he ever had, however fleeting.
So that day was the day he forced himself to speak to one of the most beautiful people he had ever met. It was the day that changed his life. From that day until the last, he never wanted. She nourished and strengthened him. She brought him to places, literally and figuratively, that he never even imagined he could go. She taught him things and made him better in every way.
She showed him how to beat her in such a way as to give that beautiful, aching, lasting pain that she craved. She let him fuck her like no other woman had; deep, hard, violently almost. She taught him that pain could be pleasure if administered in just the right fashion. Her stamina and energy blew away any stereotypes of gendered desire that had cluttered his brain since adolescence. He could carry her post-session face of satisfaction to his grave a happy man.
She showed him that pleasure came from more than the end of his knob - she was the first to fuck him in the arse. In true fashion she didn’t hold back either. She was gentle at first, warming him up slowly and letting him get used to the dildo but once he was open she fucked him. Properly fucked him. He felt like he was a ghost floating in the room watching as he screamed at her to fuck him harder and harder. She gripped his shoulder with one hand to get the leverage that he craved and he arched his body to help get every inch in. Nobody else on this planet could have made him sing like that. Nobody.
He remembers her face after they finished and were crashed out on the bed, it was full of light and giddy with excitement to be sharing something so intimate and raw with him. She said she was just happy to open the door to him to something so deeply pleasurable.
In his final memory of her she has just told him they were done. She has just left their apartment and she’s walking along the busy street, about to get swallowed up by the crowd. Dressed in that same combination of black mini-skirt and black leather boots as the day they met, she strode forwards purposefully while he stood in the window watching her walk past a bridal shop, the wedding dress in the window in total contrast to her and everything she had been to him. He never saw her again.
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