I didn’t make it through to the next round (Round 7) of the Smut Marathon. I’m not disappointed because I know I have gotten better the more I have written. Having received good feedback (in both critique and enjoyment) regarding my writings, I feel I have learned a lot. There are some great writers I hated to see leaving with me. Although many great writers are still in it, so definitely continue to enjoy!
Thank you to Brigit Delaney for picking my last story as her top three initially and in her top ten by the time she was finished in her decisions!! That meant so much (especially since I followed some of her feedback from before! 🙂 )
Thank you Marie for giving us the opportunity to experience this fun writing competition. I truly have learned so much about my own writing as well as what a lot of readers look for. Also, I have realized we must be true to ourselves and not try to follow others and how they write. We are all our own person and have our own style and when we perfect our writing is when we get the readers that follow and love our work.
So, to show how I have changed just over the six rounds I participated in, I am now going to share with you my stories from Rounds One through Six.
Eyes Connect (47 Words)
Their eyes connect as he walks in the room. Together their souls intertwine, bright as the stars and moon. Heart beats rooted as one and bodies combine. The fire within meets as they embrace in time. Quenching the thirst as they release the ecstasy in their minds.
Do You Dare? (121 Words)
They greet one another and he orders a drink for himself. He smells of sandalwood and cloves, pulling her in. Sensing her hidden desire, he wants more.
“Meeting a friend?” he asked.
“No, you?” she responds.
“Yes. A few actually,” he says “Want to join us?”
“Oh, no, thank you.” She moves to leave the bar.
“I didn’t mean to chase you away.”
She smiles. “You didn’t. I’m going to the bathroom. Care to join me?”
Seeing the dare in her eyes, he says, “Sure.”
Closing the door behind them; their mouths, tongues, hands exploring. Needing, wanting, primal actions leaving them breathless.
“Damn, you’re good, baby. We need to do this again.”
“I thought you might like that little scene, darlin’.”
On The Edge (198 Words)
She was so excited about the planned sexting rendezvous. It had been a while since they had had the chance to have time to talk and enjoy each other.
“Hello, Kitten. Are you all right?”
“Hi, Daddy! Yes, I’m good. Are you?”
“Yes, darling. Are you in bed now?”
“Yes, Sir, I just sat down on the bed.”
“Great! What are you wearing?”
“My cotton night time knickers and my PJ top.”
“Take off the top, baby girl. I want you to touch your breasts and pinch your nipples.”
“Yes, Daddy. Mmm, that feels good.”
“Good girl. I want you to imagine it is Daddy touching you. Moving my hand down your body and touching your mound. Are you doing this, Kitten?”
“Oh, yes Daddy, I love your touch.”
“Good girl. Now, move up and down your cunt slowly and when you get to your clit, circle around it and stimulate that little button.”
“Yes, Sir. Mmmm, that feels so good.”
“Yes, sweet girl, now push two fingers into that wonderful pussy of mine and tell me how she feels.”
“Wet and wanting you Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, I want you to stop. And remember, Daddy loves you…”
Say What? (247 Words)
Walking out of the bathroom, she hears her roommate talking in the living room. With towel wrapped around her she tiptoes down the hall. Stops just short of the doorway into the room.
“Yes, but if we did this to her it would be so much more fun,” her roommate Mike says in his low voice.
His friend Joe, even lower, says, “I still think this would be way hotter and she would enjoy it more.”
She peeks around the door frame seeing them on the couch, backs to her, leaning over a laptop. Not able to get a good view on it she leans in a bit more.
“Oh, wait!” [She jumps.] “What about this? She would totally get off on it.”
“Damn straight she would. Definitely something your girl here would love.”
Now she lets her imagination run wild. Were they talking about her? Sexy things? Things to do together? A threesome maybe? She can feel her heart racing. Erotic images pop into her mind. Her in the middle of these hot guys. No way. Couldn’t be that.
Needing to know, she steps boldly into the room.
“Hi, guys. Whatcha talking about?”
Laptop smacks down as they both jump, turning around.
They walk over to her. Towel drops. Her body tingling.
Walking her over to the massage table, she lays on it face down.
“Joe has some new techniques to show you.”
She moans. “Oh.”
And then, hot oil and two pairs of hands. “Ohhhh….!”
Enlighten Me (385 Words)
Darkness and cold. Musty smell. And something else. Ariel awakens with a start, sitting bolt upright, realizing she is laying on a cold floor. Sundress on, no shoes. Dizziness hits, head throbbing. It’s pitch black and she can’t even make out her hand in front of her. Feeling cautiously around until she touches what feels like fur.
Remembering vaguely a wolf walking towards her in the woods and then a man carrying her to a small house as her vision comes and goes.
Something moves near her. She freezes, listens.
“Shhh, it’s okay, I will not harm you. I found you not far from here and you were knocked out and quite cold,” a strange deep voice says.
“I am not afraid,” and she isn’t, surprising herself with this knowledge. “Please, is there any light? Can I see you?”
“Sorry. There is no light in here. I will come closer, okay?”
His voice sounds so familiar. She remembers a dream she had recently; of a man who turns into a wolf as he guards her while she sleeps. She is extremely attracted to the man. Tall, brown hair, stubble on square chin and bright hazel eyes. Cheeks, and body, warm as she remembers the rest of the dream.
[Their feelings for each other are intense. They are naked and he takes her in the forest. The primitive need between them. Feeding on her pussy and then impaling her with his cock.]
It is so real and her heart races once again with the vision fresh in her thoughts.
An intake of breath and he says, “Yes, that is me.”
“Excuse me?” She says.
“Your thoughts. Of the man and wolf. That is me.” He says softly.
“No. It is only fantasy and dreams.” She answers, baffled that he knows her thoughts.
“Touch me and see if you feel the same.” He says, moving closer.
She reaches out hesitantly. The instant she touches him, a symphony of sensations suffuses her nerve endings. An instant connection to him. Dizziness hits once more and he catches her.
She remembers looking for her cat and getting lost in the woods. She was attacked but can’t remember by whom or what. An intense sexual need that hit her then, as it does now. That, she most certainly remembers.
Something Borrowed…? (477 words)
She slides into the dress easily. Not sure if she will use it or get a new one, Amy turns left, then right as she looks at herself in the floor-length mirror. Her auburn hair is pulled up out of her face and she sees her Aunt Maggie in her reflection. She must have been tall for her time since the dress fits me almost perfectly.
Suddenly she hears footsteps moving quickly up the stairs. Bursting into the room are two women looking extremely similar to her grandmother and other aunt, Natalie.
“Come on girl, we are going to be late! You don’t want to leave Samuel waiting at the alter now, do you?” the older woman says.
Amy’s mouth just gapes open as she stares at the pair dumbfounded.
“Maggie, say something. Are you ready?”
She looks over to her Aunt Natalie and says, “excuse me?”
“Come on, silly, you look beautiful. Enough staring at yourself. Let’s go.”
They pull her along, out of the room and down the stairs to the great room where people are gathered and sitting in chairs. There is an aisle in the middle leading to an arch where a very handsome man and a preacher stand looking her way.
She turns to walk back out from where they came and they turn her around and nudge her toward the men.
Finding herself in a bedroom alight with candles, she is alone with the sexy, dark haired Samuel. The dress is being unclasped by his expert hands and he is kissing her deeply.
Her heart is racing. This is not real.
Oh, but if feels so real!
He is sliding his hands down her hips and pulling the skirt of the dress up ever so slowly. Reaching under as he pulls it up, caressing her mound that is wet and aching for him.
Breathing in a ragged breath she says, “This is not happening.”
“Oh it is! This man in front of you, loves you and all day has been keen to pleasure you and make you his.”
A shiver runs down her body as she responds to his touch and sensual words.
He lifts the dress higher and stops at her breasts, kissing and suckling. She moans.
He then slides the dress completely off of her.
She is back in the room, in front of the mirror and alone.
Her sister Angie, all of five feet and long blond hair, flounces into the room. “I found the veil,” she says.
“You know, I think I will not wear Aunt Maggie’s wedding dress after all. I will look again for my own.”
She pours herself out of the dress, passes it to her sister as if it were a hot potato and pulls her own dress back on.
“Well, okay.” Angie says baffled, as Amy moves quickly out the door.
I hope you enjoyed reading my stories and see the change I went through. Yes, it was hard at times to get a story in with the short amount of words we were allowed. To get in characters personalities, conflict, beginning and end AND erotica (I mean it’s not called Smut Marathon for nothing! 😉 ), is no small feat!
I am proud of the writing I did. Knowing it is not for everyone, and I am learning still in many many ways. But I am completely enjoying writing and hope to one day write that great one!
But, until then, I will continue to learn, write, get great ideas and follow them, etc…
I hope you all stick with me through it! And thank you so much for giving me your precious time to do so!
Much much love!
**If you did not have a chance to read the stories in each round, take some time to enjoy them. You will find something you like, I guarantee it! Just follow this link: Smut Marathon. xo