July 2012 Writing Contest Finalists
Apologies for not getting this posted yesterday. I was actually in the middle of typing it up when the computer crashed. The black screen of death came to invade and after much frustration I gave up for the night. More fiddling this morning got it back up. No idea why my computer is being so temperamental, but I’m going to have someone take a look at it before that happens again! Now, on to the more important topic…
It has come down to two finalists for this month’s writing competition. The turnout wasn’t as much as I’d hoped, but the two qualified entries were excellent and made it worth experimenting with the erotic theme. Thanks to everyone who participated, including the one person’s story who wasn’t eligible (but gave me a good laugh). Now, the following contestants are the ones who are up for voting. Please do congratulate them!
Below will be a review of the contest stipulations, followed by the two finalist’s stories. At the bottom will be the instructions and poll for voting. Anyone may vote for the tale they believe is best, but you should take the time to read both before making your decision. Remember, you may vote only once. Contestants, please note that you cannot use blogs, twitter, Facebook, or any other site to ask for votes (I watch this very closely). You are allowed to announce you are a finalist on those sites and link this page, but you should only tell people to vote for the best story, not yours specifically.
*Warning this month’s stipulations are of a graphic nature*
1) The theme is smut. Must involve a sex scene between at least two consenting adults.
2) There should be a black ribbon involved at some point in the story.
3) Cannot take place on a bed. Interesting locations get a bonus.
4) The following words/phrases must not appear in the story unless you are willing to use all of them:
–man-root, white liquid/cream, phallus, cunt, bazooms, “hot throbbing center of her fiery core”, tatortots, mighty tool, manly tool, tender tool, clammerjammer, Black and Decker, Gizmo, “ploughing of her fertile bottomland”, drool, turgid, honeypot, snapper, coconuts, oozing, saturate, meatsicle, heat seeking love missile, suppurating.
Note– All of the words above were suggested by Amazon Top Reviewers with very active imaginations when I asked them several months ago. Yes, I laughed while typing it up for this contest.
5) The below statement must be pasted at the top of your entry:
“THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!”
6) Word count: 450-850 Words
Black Ribbon Fantasy
by Charity Parkerson
***THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!***
Holly reached up and adjusted her mask for the hundredth time, praying that no one recognized her. When she first received the invitation to attend the Adonis Fantasy Masquerade Ball, her heart had frozen in her chest. Grecian Fantasies were famous for their naughty-nobody-knows-your-name parties, but she had never dreamed that she would one day attend. Now that she was here, Holly felt breathless over the sight of so many naked bodies gyrating to the beat of the heart-pounding music. She glanced again at the handwritten words scribbled at the bottom of her invitation, even though she knew them by heart.
“Wear something naughty. I’ll be the one wearing black.”
That seemed a bit vague when she first read it, but now that she was here staring at the sea of naked men, it seemed ludicrous.
Squaring her shoulders, she dove into the crowd determined to show a brave face. It wasn’t easy searching for one particular man while staring at the ceiling, but she feared it was either the ceiling or fun bits. However, after accidently brushing the bare ass of three different people she forced herself to pay closer attention. Just as she began to lose hope, the crowd parted, and there he was. His blond hair was a little shaggy and he needed a shave, but his gorgeous lean-muscled body more than made up for that. She might have never spotted him, since he was every bit as nude as every other man in the room, except he held her gaze boldly and there was a solid black ribbon tied around his cock.
Her feet moved in his direction as her breathing ratcheted up and she stopped a foot away. “This game has rules,” he reminded her. Holly’s mind scrambled to remember the list of rules, and she ended up drawing a blank.
“If you want me you must take the ribbon and tie it around your wrist.”
Holly thought she’d come this far and she would kick herself for the rest of her life if she did not do what she came here to do, have hot unadulterated sex with this gorgeous man in any way that he would have her. Therefore, without an ounce of hesitation she wrapped her fingers around his erection and unwound the ribbon slowly making sure to torture him as much as possible in the process. She moved a little quicker when it came to tying it around her own wrist.
“Now you have accepted me as your master and you must do as I say,” he reminded her. Holly nodded that she understood and then waited silently for his next instructions. “You need something to drink. Let’s go to the bar.” He led her to edge of a long cherry wood bar and ordered her a drink that she had never heard of. Any other time she would have been pissed over this sort of chauvinist behavior, but this is what she was here for, and her body was already reacting to the domination. Holly turned to face the bar when her drink arrived. His body pressed against her from behind and he began rubbing his hardened cock against her ass. With his hands on her hips, he began slowly pushing her short tight skirt up and over her hips. Holly gasped as the air brushed her bottom. She started to protest his actions, but he quickly dipped two fingers inside of her already soaking wet canal, and the words died on a moan.
“Brace your hands against the bar and spread your legs wide.”
At his words, she shot him a panicked look over her shoulder. “People can see us.”
“No one is watching us. They are busy with their own pursuits.”
She glanced around the room and realized that he was right. There was not a single person looking in their direction. With a deep breath for courage, she did as he asked. She felt the head of his cock probing at her entrance as he used her juices to moisten the tip. He used his weight against her, bending her over further. When he entered her fully, she tightened her inner muscles around him drawing a moan from his lips. At the sound, a smile touched her lips and her confidence soared. When she wiggled her hips experimentally, he hissed between his teeth. “Damn, woman,” he groaned. “This has been our best anniversary yet.”
***THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SCENES OF A SEXUAL NATURE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!***
“Tell me you want this.”
“That would be a lie.”
“Then tell me to stop.”
A muscle clenched in his jaw as he fought for control. Shirt unbuttoned, pants long gone. The most beautiful, painful-looking erection that I’d ever seen.
I thought I might cry. Or beat my head against a wall.
So I began to babble. I’m an excellent babbler — just ask anyone.
Trying to extricate myself from this latest embarrassment, I noticed that Steve was looking at me. Amused? Better than angry.
“Do you have any idea what you just said?”
A delicate blush suffused my face as I tried to recall what my thoughts had been moments earlier. And if I’d spoken them aloud. My head began to clear and memory returned. Heat spread further down my body. Who knew breasts could blush?
Good thing I wasn’t completely naked. Just mostly. There was still a scrap of silk left on me – a few inches of fabric. Soaked. But there.
“Um…’scuse me for a moment.”
Not waiting for a response, I headed for his private bathroom. Cool water sluiced on my body as I made the best of a sponge bath. Without the sponge.
I jumped as a knock sounded on the door. “Would you like the rest of your clothes?”
“YES! Oh, YES!!”
Silence, followed by a deep sigh.
“You know – I’d hoped to hear that from you. But in a different context.”
I went to the door, opening it a few inches. Held out my hand.
Slowly, each piece was passed to me.
First the dress. Bias-cut. A beautiful waterfall of colors. Brand-new. I’d convinced myself that it was worth it, preparing for the most wonderful night of my life.
La Perla bra, the mate to the panties that I’d had to wash and wring out just moments ago. Stockings, garters. My first (and probably last) pair of FMPs.
Sad reminders that it didn’t pay to get my hopes up.
I must have said the last part out loud. Next thing I knew, Steve pushed his way into the bathroom.
Glaring at me he said, “YOU got YOUR hopes up? In case you hadn’t noticed, MINE STILL ARE!”
With that, he unzipped his pants for the second time that night (as far as I knew) and cautiously eased them down.
I tried to move past him. His hand reached out and grabbed my arm.
“I won’t hurt you. You know that. But no more games.”
“It was never a game…” my voice trailed off as he pushed me back against the counter. Letting go of my arm, his hands gently touched my face. Holding my head still, he kissed my cheeks. Closing my eyes, I felt a feather-light touch on each lid. I parted my lips to tell him, “Stop.”
Surely I meant to say that.
What came out, though, was a throaty groan. Sounding needy, even to my own ears.
His tongue began a duet with mine as we pulled each other closer.
A brief moment of sanity made me wonder about the cleaning crew.
Steve picked me up, cradling me in his arms as he took us both back in to his office. “No one else is here, Laura. They’ve all gone for the night.”
I thought that he was going to put me down on his couch, but he walked toward the open balcony door. There may have been someone watching out there, but the odds were against it. Besides – they’d need a pair of night vision goggles or camcorder.
I decided to forget the possibility of winding up a youtube sensation and just let myself fly free. Steve must have sensed this, because the next thing I knew he had propped me on top of the balcony railing. Holding tightly, one hand behind my neck, the other roaming over my body. He parted my legs, standing between them. This time he did not ask me if I wanted him. I would have said, “Yes” if he had. He also didn’t ease himself into me. One thrust. Stretching me. Some pain… it had been a very long time for me. Something I needed to not think about right now.
Then — no longer could I think of anything but Steve. Us. He’d begun moving, in and out. Slowly, voluptuously I moved with him. His eyes stared into mine, not letting me hide.
I could feel the pressure building. He stopped moving, then rubbed my clit very gently, teasing. I spasmed, crying out in joy. In release. From so much.
His hips again thrust forward. Faster.
Yelling, he stilled. Lifting his head up, he kissed me one more time, then pulled out of my body. He lifted me off the railing and continued to hold me in his arms.
It might have been a dream, but for two things.
I was deliciously sore in places I didn’t usually notice.
And a black silk ribbon lay on top a note. The note read:
“Keep this for tonight. I’ll be bringing three more. Steve.”
Congratulations to the two finalists. You both did a wonderful job and I wish each of you the best of luck during voting. The poll will stay open until midnight (EDT) Thursday, August 2nd. On Friday, August 3rd, I will announce the winner and runner-up. They will both receive their Amazon gift cards that day.
Once again, the contestants are welcome to announce their story being up for vote on Twitter, Facebook, blogs, etc. but I require you DO NOT tell people to vote for you specifically. Ask others to simply visit and select the story they think is best. Please make this a fair contest. I really do not want to disqualify anyone.