The Early Ones – SM 2019 Stories #4, #2, & #1

Reflection – The Early Ones

I’ve never met a story that I didn’t overwrite to death, so the very small word limits in these early rounds of the Smut Marathon 2019 were agony for me! But the agony was worth my new editing mantra  – cut, cut, cut, make every word count – even if I still struggle with loquaciousness. In Close Call (#4), I found inspiration from a filthy meme a friend shared with me although the final story may have bordered on cliche for the prompt. In Made For Me (#2), I was happy for the opportunity to build upon the words of another writer and include one of my favorite things – a guitar. Scenic Route (#1) was the very first story I wrote for the Smut Marathon and only fifty words! Ironically, it’s also the story that took me the longest to write in the entire competition.

Close Call – Smut Marathon 2019 Story #4

In this round, we were tasked with writing a story about “Eavesdropping.”

“Good girls bend over anywhere, love”

The attempt at a whisper stunned Amelia mid-strip and she pulled the skirt back up. Bewildered, she scanned the space looking for any possible way that someone could be watching her inside the fitting room.

Smack! 

Giggles.

It dawned on her that the woman hadn’t been talking to her at all and she considered scrapping the idea of a new mini. But the growing intensity of animated murmurs was too alluring to pass up.

“Just let me at it, baby. Spread for me.” This time it was a man’s throaty entreaty.

“Oh, hush and put that mouth to work on me,” the woman appealed.

They fumbled with something and Amelia nearly yelped when their movements reverberated with a thud against the wall separating them. Then quiet. Had they realized she was in the adjacent room?

The harmony of hungry slurps and breathy pleas that followed told her otherwise.

“Mm, I love how you melt for me, sweetness.”

He growled through a deep inhale, words muffled by what Amelia could hear was a sopping wet cunt. Her knees buckled a bit when he seemed to go for it with vigorous abandon, loud brrrrs kindling her own cunt as she conjured images of his ravenous lips vibrating against the succulent meal.

Moans. Squeals muzzled by something over her mouth. The provocative scent of arousal. The woman had to be close! Amelia leaned against the wall in anticipation of it.

And then her cell phone rang 

Shit!

Made For Me – Smut Marathon 2019 Story #2

For this round, we had to use one of the entries from the first round of the competition (not our own) to expand on what happens next. 

Synapses sizzle with intention, prompting me to straighten my skirt. Her delicate wrists jangle as she admires the Ibanez. Fretboard’s much too wide for her hands, I think, and offer her the Satin Cherry Gibson instead. Peppermint enlivens the air when she reaches for it and a streak of rogue crimson from her layered shag falls over her cheek.

“Oh, she’s perfect!” she proclaims through a smile now blazing. Her silvery voice and the luxury of her fingers strumming the guitar strings intensify the puddle in my stockings. The treble clef on her necklace dances across the sun-freckled valley of her cleavage as her impish gaze captures my own.

Swallowing hard, I offer, “she’s made for you.”

And you’re made for me.

Scenic Route — Smut Marathon 2019 Story #1

For the first round, we had to write about the moment when two people first see each other.

Victoria followed the trail of dirty panties littering the floor beyond Diego’s unlocked apartment door like a timeline of their postal adventures. Their first meeting hinged on adherence to her instructions. Triumph bloomed when she reached his grin and obedient offering, her lavender G-string, tightly encircling his cock and balls.

Post Images Credit: Carolyna Luna