Smut Marathon 2018: Voting Round #6

Twenty-five writers started writing when they received the sixth assignment, and twenty-five writers have sent in a story for this round. You cannot imagine just how happy that makes me! And it makes me even happier to tell you that these writers have all been SO creative with the assignment!

The assignment

The assignment for round 6 is:

“fortune cookie”

The story had to be a maximum of 650 words.

What should you do now?

Read all entries – you have a week to do so – and vote for the three stories you like best. You have to vote for three – no less, no more. Don’t forget to click the ‘Finish Survey’ button when you have made your choice!

Please note:

  • Writers are not allowed to tell anyone which entry they have written!
  • You can only vote once.
  • The voting round closes on 14 July 2018 at 23.00 CET (Amsterdam time).
  • Results of the voting round will be published on this site on 15 July 2018 and then I will announce the author of each of the stories.
  • Only 20 writers advance to round 7, meaning we have to say goodbye to 5 writers at the end of this round.
  • Please note that entries are not placed in the order in which they have been received. I use a randomizer to order the entries.

One last thing

I know it’s a lot to read and even more to ask, but it would be lovely if you could leave as much feedback as possible on the entries, or to make it more manageable, please leave feedback on the three entries you chose as well as three entries you have not chosen. Make sure your feedback is composed in such a way that the writers can learn something from it. This will be highly appreciated.
(Feedback can be left in the comments section at the bottom of this post. Comments will only be approved after the voting round has closed.)

Enjoy reading and start voting!

~ Marie Rebelle
(Source image: unknown)


1) Mystery Guest

There was very little that he would do to resist me. Sitting on that sofa in that room, with the remnant of our Chinese food scattered around us, fortune cookies and rice littering the floor, he knew that I had something else planned but I had managed to keep it secret until then. When I’d promised him an evening to remember, there had to be something more than just a takeaway!

First, I cuffed his ankles together. It was a theatrical move; tying his ankles like that made very little difference to how far he could move, but I loved the addition of this restraint. He could still get up, he could still use his hands, he wasn’t held back, but whenever he tried to widen his knees or stretch his legs, he would feel the ankle cuffs pull and would know that I was in control.

The blindfold had more purpose. I didn’t want him to see or guess what was going on just yet. And he was very compliant. Again, his hands were free and he could have taken it off but he didn’t. He sat there and let me play my game.

And so I did. I sat down on his lap and kissed him, long and hard. His cock was also already hard, and I rocked back and forward to rub him against my clit. Sitting astride him in this way, I felt powerful. I could direct all the movements, I decided when to kiss him and when to deny him. I was in control.

So when I unbuttoned his shirt, he didn’t resist. When I ground myself harder against him, taking my pleasure from his body without really involving him, he didn’t complain. And when I pulled open his trousers to release his cock, he didn’t make a sound.

That all changed when her lips began kissing him, when her tongue began to play around the head of his cock, and when she pushed him deep into her beautiful mouth. A gasp of surprise became a moan of delight as he recognised the unexpected and yet not unfamiliar skills of the mystery visitor that he could not see. She was magnificent. Sliding him in and out of her mouth, gagging and spluttering as he raised his hips to go deeper, she drew the most delicious groans from within him.

‘I wish you could see her.’ I whispered into his ear. ‘I wish you could see how good she looks.’

But there was nothing I could say or do to make this more real. There were no words hot enough to describe the sights in front of him that would change the sensations rushing through him as she teased and toyed with him, or the speed with which she made him come. As she licked up every last drop, he shuddered as her tongue touched his oversensitive skin.

‘So…what do you want to do next?’


2) Baked Goods

He’s tied to the chair—legs spread apart and bound, upper arms wrapped against the supports on the back—with his arms outstretched, palms up and supporting a wooden board, “because there’s never enough counter space in this kitchen.” She’s opted not to gag him this time, but he knows better than to speak. Usually when they do this, there’s some downtime in between tasks—chilling cookie dough, letting bread rise and proof, baking cake layers—allowing her to tease him with gentle bites and kisses along his neck or upper back, tweak his nipples with her fingers, run her nails down the inside of his thigh while her mouth and tongue tease and encase his cock. But this time she’s quickly moving from one step to another, whisking, piping baking, and shaping, sliding the small pieces of paper she had him write up earlier in between each newly formed cookie shell.

The constant in-and-out of the oven at least gives him a chance to admire how the lace underwear curves and clings against her ass, hidden by the apron when she’s facing him. This time as she stands up, cookie sheet held in mitted hand, she turns off the oven. Turning around and setting the warm tray down, there’s a slight smile on her face as she forms the last of the cookies, paper ensconced in them.

She sets the plate of fortune cookies on the board held by his outstretched arms, before undoing the apron to reveal the rest of her lingerie-clad body. Leaning against the counter, she picks up one of the earlier, cool cookies and breaks it open to reveal the slip of paper inside it. The smile that slowly spreads across her face, crinkling the corners of her eyes, is full of mischievous promise. She breaks open another two cookies, and the joy is palpable and radiating off her.

She undos the ropes restraining him, moves the board and plate to the counter, before sliding behind him, mouth hot against his ear. “Grab onto the seat of the chair, baby. And try not to move after you do.”

Once he’s done as instructed, her mouth moves down to his neck, nipping along it, while her hands stroke down from his shoulders to his wrists, before one jumps over to his thigh and the other returns back up to grab his hair.

She compass-walks her fingers along the inside of his thigh, to where he’s hard and waiting for her. Mouth back against his ear again, she traces the outline of his cock with her index finger.

“Three edges first,” she says, hand loosely grabbing his cock. “And then we’ll put that pretty mouth of yours to work…”


3) Smoke Break

An intriguing stranger will cross your path.

It’s not like I believe the Universe speaks to us through fortune cookies, but I hadn’t been able to tear my eyes from my waiter since I sat down. Those lips. Those cheekbones. If I didn’t take the little paper missive he’d delivered with my check as a Sign from God, it was sure enough a good excuse to come back for lunch the next day.

You win friends and influence people with your charm.

Not much of a prediction, this one, but it did slide out of a cracked cookie ten minutes after we exchanged names. I went back the following Monday less on the strength of my fortune and more because I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him all weekend. Those lips! Those cheekbones! Those ill-fitting polyester uniform pants that blotted out any trace of style but couldn’t conceal that juicy melon booty…

Your lucky number:

This was scrawled in ink pen on a scrap of paper along with a ten-digit telephone number. “Call me,” he said. In case I wasn’t a hint-taker.

I called half an hour later, at last satisfied with the clever and suggestive composition of the message I would leave him. He answered on the second ring. I was flustered. I’d expected his voicemail.

“I was hoping you’d call.”

“You’re at work.”

“Yeah, but I got a smoke break comin’ up.” He waited a beat. “And I don’t smoke. You still in the neighborhood?”

“Um, yeah.” There’s that charm again.

“You ever done it in the basement of a Chinese restaurant?”

“Um, no,” I admitted.

Nor had I really expected to. All I’d expected was to leave a voicemail, maybe grab a bite to eat or watch a movie later in the week. I sure hadn’t expected him to talk me from resting to a raging hard-on before so much as a cup of coffee, but suddenly those shapeless uniform pants around his ankles in the basement of a busy restaurant was the only sexual fantasy I could really remember ever having.

“I got condoms,” he said. “Come around to the back door.”

He was waiting for me in the alley, stubbed out a cigarette against the bricks when I approached.

“I thought you didn’t smoke.”

He shrugged. “It’s a better line, you gotta admit.”

It worked on me.

“I’m usually more of a ‘get to know you’ guy,” I said as he led me down a narrow low-clearance stairway.

“I’m not gay,” he grumbled. “I got a girlfriend. I’m not trying to ‘get to know you,’ I just want some dick.”

“See…” That’s not really my style, I started to say. But he had his pants down by then, and my train of thought derailed. Jumped the track. Tumbled into a ravine, where all my objections were scattered, lifeless.

That was his ass?

Golden and swollen, two persimmons so ripe I looked for juice running down his leg. My crotch was pulled to his crack as if by a magnet; what choice did I have but to follow?

“I’m late back from break,” he said, handing me some lube, “but I want it real bad. Give it to me, huh? Please?”

The pleading in his erstwhile cocky voice almost coaxed the cum right out of me. I quickly greased his anxious hole and slid inside it. He gasped at being forced open and I dove deep, grabbing his hips for leverage. He whimpered. He whined. I plunged and pumped. He begged me to come, then pulled up his pants almost immediately when I did.

I felt preposterous, lecherous and uncouth when I left. And again when I came in for lunch the following day. But he dropped a wink and a fortune cookie with my check, and soon I was back in the basement.

Practice makes perfect, my cookie advised. Don’t stop now!


4) Agent Undercover

He had a thing for brunettes, so Lia dyed her hair. The skimpy maid’s outfit showed off her stocking tops, and she hoped her client would enjoy the view. The sound of a keycard in the lock broke her focus; he was early and she wasn’t quite ready.

“Sorry sir,” she said contritely, as the door opened. “I’ll be done in a moment.”

With a practised hand, she swept a cloth over the desk masking the movements of her other. Satisfied the bug was in place, she made to leave.

“Not so fast,” Beaumont said, grabbing her arm.

Inwardly, Lia grinned. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. She’d be able to plant the second bug now.

***

Twelve hours earlier, she’d sat in a small Chinese restaurant off the main drag. The kung pao beef was excellent and she savoured the dish, taking her time. Cracking open the fortune cookie at the end of her meal, she read her assignment: Bentley Hotel, room 216. Beaumont.

***

David Beaumont had a commanding presence and the air of a man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Wearing a tailored suit with casual ease, he was broader across the shoulders than she thought he’d be. She took in the small details: clean-shaven, manicured fingernails, light tan. Exactly her type.

“New here?” he asked, fingertips resting on her wrist.

Lia looked at him squarely; his bright blue eyes catching her off guard. She could get lost in eyes like that. Her cunt pulsed, nipples tightening as desire hit. She wondered what his cock would be like.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, lowering her gaze, cheeks colouring. She wasn’t acting now.

“How long have you got?”

Lia made the pretence of checking her watch, “about fifteen minutes.”

He removed his jacket and cufflinks, emptying his pockets onto the bedside table. He was precise, controlled, and she wanted him.

Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her on the mouth with surprising delicacy. “Yes?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He kissed her again, harder, and Lia responded, opening her mouth to meet his. She worked her hands under his shirt, tight toned flesh under her fingers. She moaned. He was perfect.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, stepping back. She sashayed her hips as she dropped her skirt and made to take off her hold-ups. “Leave them.” His voice was hoarse, and she watched as he took off his trousers, cock straining as it sprang free.

Pushing her back on the bed with an unexpected ferocity, he kissed down her neck, mouth warm as he laved her nipples with his tongue. His fingers searched out her clit, grazing her labia until she pushed her hips up in frustration. “You’re so wet,” he murmured appreciatively. Lia sighed, clenching hard.

Rolling on a condom, he pushed into her, fucking her at a relentless pace. She couldn’t help it, clenching round his cock in waves of bliss, climaxing with dizzying speed. David tensed, groaning, her orgasm setting off his, until he collapsed on top of her.

***

Still in a post-orgasmic haze, Lia knocked David’s phone off the side. “So sorry!” she exclaimed, pressing the nanotracker onto it as she picked it up. He continued watching her with lazy amusement, not even a flicker. Lia sighed inwardly with relief; she’d done it. Pulling her clothes back on, she muttered, “I have to go… my boss….” She hung out the do not disturb sign as she left; no need for the real housekeeping to show up. She’d shower later, she thought, before heading for her next assignment.

***

David watched her leave. She was either very good at her job, he mused, or she really was housekeeping. The tracker he’d planted would confirm one way or another. They’d both enjoyed themselves though; work wasn’t always boring. He sighed, time to shower, before heading for his next assignment.


5) The Assignment

The text read, “FORTUNE COOKIE.”

It was an anagram, of course. All of her assignments came in as anagrams. She pulled out her phone, opened her app for unscrambling anagrams, entered “FORTUNE COOKIE,” and then scrolled through the list. She found her assignment about halfway through it.

“FORCE KENO I OUT.”

The “I” was a Roman numeral one, which meant “KENO I” referred to Kenneth Oswald, Sr. He was an upcoming star in the Nebraska governor’s race. He had a pretty face, was the son of farmers, owned a successful grain equipment company, and had a lovely wife, Judy, and son, Ken, Jr. Oswald wasn’t a fan of abortion, but supported gay marriage. He was pulling in a lot of moderate Christian voters and that frightened those in power. They wanted him out, and it was her job to give them leverage. At least they didn’t want him dead.

Oswald’s campaign was eager for volunteers, so it was easy to get hired and close to him. She wore short skirts, heels that bordered on being fetish wear, and opened an extra blouse button whenever she was near him. She made sure to laugh at his jokes and dote on him. One night, when they were in his office alone, she refilled his coffee and accidentally spilled creamer on her cleavage after bumping into him.

He shut the door, drew the blinds, and then yanked off his tie. She sat on his desk and pulled up her skirt. He got on his knees and lapped at her pussy while he snapped buttons off his shirt and fumbled with his belt. She held his head there, happy to find him so eager. She bucked against his face and wondered if he went down on Judy with such enthusiasm.

He stood up just as she was building an orgasm, but her disappointment disappeared when she saw his cock was as pretty as the rest of him. She grabbed him by his open shirt and pulled him atop her. Papers, a stapler, the phone, and a lamp fell to the floor as he pounded her hard and fast. Her cries of “Fuck me, Daddy!” drove him wilder. He pulled open her blouse and nearly snapped her bra to get at her tits. He swirled the spilled creamer on her nipples, which gave her a fun idea.

“You wanna fuck my tits, Daddy? You wanna cream on my tits?”

His eyes widened. She guessed Judy never suggested anything like that. She pushed him back so she could slide off the desk and drop to her knees. She pushed her C-cups around his wet cock and let him go as fast as he wanted. He was awkward at first, but he soon got the angle right. They both loved it when her tongue would brush the tip of his cock as it thrust at her throat.

He sprayed four hot gushes onto her neck and face. The surge sent a shiver down her belly to her cunt. She let go of her tits so she could rub her clit. The best assignments were the ones where she came, too. She made sure to gulp down on his sensitive cock and then jack the last drops of his come onto her face.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said.

The video from the office security camera was gold to her employer. Two hundred thousand was wired to her account within moments of her delivering it two days later. She read about Oswald’s withdrawal from the race while she lunched at a Chinese restaurant in Hawaii. She chuckled when the waitress delivered a post-meal fortune cookie. She cracked it open and pulled out the slip of paper.

“You will have a great business opportunity in the future.”

Her phone chirped. She had a new text.


6) Your Fortune Awaits

The hostess’s small frame swayed like a snake as she led Amile down a red-carpeted hallway. She stopped, opened a door, and stood beside it, inviting Amile to enter.

“Your server will be with you shortly,” she bowed her head and closed the door behind her, leaving Amile to survey the room and find his seat at the head of the table. There awaited a leather-bound menu, which he collected and opened.

There was a light knock at the door, and the server entered, “Have you decided, Mr. Juneot?”

“Yes,” Amile replied, “Number eight.”

“Very good, sir,” the server bowed, took the menu, and exited.

Moments later, she entered, clothed in a cheongsam, patterned with yellow and black embroidery, her hair braided and collected at the base of her neck.

She smiled and dropped her gaze as she walked, barefooted, toward the table, fluidly stepping into the chair opposite Amile, then crawling across the table to kneel before him. Hooking her fingers beneath each of the side slits, she pulled her dress slowly up her thighs and leaned her body to the side to move her feet out from beneath her. Bending backward on to her elbows, the young woman spread her legs and presented her perfectly shaved mound to Amile.

He reached out and touched the inside of her smooth thigh, allowing himself a moment to rest his entire palm there. And then he wrapped both of his hands around her hips, pulling her toward his face. He kissed her there, as if he were kissing her mouth, taking her labia between his lips and running his tongue along her wet, pink folds. He looked up at her face with longing and then sucked at her clitoris as if it were the tiny dip between the peaks of her upper lip. Amile closed his eyes and licked her from taint to clitoris, up and down, pushing his tongue in deeper with each pass, curling it and entering her as far as his mouth would allow. His cock pressed uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants, begging to follow the path of his tongue.

But that option was not on the menu. And because he also wasn’t to mark her skin, he gripped the table cloth on either side of her, bunching it behind her, using it to pull her closer, pressing her pelvis against his face as he rubbed the bridge of his nose against her clit and his cheeks and chin against her mounting wetness.

Amile kissed and licked and sucked until the young woman was dripping and wriggling. Her back arched, and her head fell back. He felt her hips tilting upward, her thighs tightening against the sides of his head, as she lifted her body to writhe against his mouth. When her orgasm exploded, sweet molten lava spread across his tongue and gushed to fill his cheeks. He held her there, the perfect circles of her bottom in the palms of his hands.

Amile kept his lips sealed against her until the twitching quelled. Swallowing her sweet nectar, he gently lowered her body to the table and released her.

She sat up, scooted forward, and slipped off the table, where she straightened her dress and stood before him. Smiling up at him, she took hold of a napkin from the table and reached forward to wipe the corners of Amile’s mouth.

That is when the server returned, holding a small silver platter, upon which rested one fortune cookie. Amile picked it up, broke it, and retrieved the slip of paper held within: “Before you receive, you must give.”

He looked back at the young woman, who smiled and stood on tip-toes to whisper in his ear, “You have given well…”

She planted her feet on the floor, her black-brown eyes offering a whole new hidden menu.


7) Memories

She was cleaning her apartment, finally getting around to moving the couch so she could vacuum the dust bunnies that gather in the darkest corners. She found the fortune cookie on the floor, dust covered. How long has that been there? I can’t even remember the last time I ordered Chinese food.

She picked it up to examine more closely, crinkling the plastic. The distinct non-odor of the wrapper unlocked a scent memory, of fabric softener and musk. Someone else’s soft cotton t-shirt, slightly damp from sweat.

Her one night with him.

She forgot about housecleaning and rushed to her bed, making a quick stop in her bedside table drawer before lying down and wriggling out of her jeans.

He was a neighbor who was moving out. She’d been typing away on her balcony all afternoon, catching glimpses of him as he put boxes and furniture into the U-Haul. It’s now or never, she’d thought. He could reject her and then move away and she’d never have to see him again. Or he’d be into her and they’d have one night of fun.

When she heard his footsteps on the landing she jumped up and raced to the fridge, grabbing two cold beers and then bursting out the door into the hallway. “You want to come in for a drink?”

“Sure!”

Her Chinese take-away leftovers from lunch were still sitting on the table, fortune cookies untouched.

“It’s a bit messy in here,” she said. “I’ve been working nonstop for the last few days.”

He picked up one of the fortune cookies and fondled it. She breathed in deeply and blushed, staring at his fingers.

“Don’t like the cookies?” he asked.

“I, um, just didn’t get around to them.”

“I’m going to come out and say it.” He put the cookie back on the table. “I’ve been attracted to you since I moved in. Tonight…”

She didn’t let him finish. She leapt up and kissed him, her hands running over his chest. “I feel the same way,” she finally said when she broke away.

“I love hearing that,” he said, and rushed in to kiss her again. She stumbled backward a few steps, her ass bumping against the table. They kissed hungrily, forgetting the food.

She guided one of his hands between her legs, under her skirt. “Touch me here,” she whispered. One of his fingers brushed the light cotton panty before sliding under and into her. “Yes,” she whispered, between kisses. “Can I undo your pants?”

“Please do,” he grunted. Her hands were at his belt buckle before he got the two words out. She swiftly pushed down his shorts and briefs. She held his cock gently for a moment, in admiration.

He pushed her back against the table, sweeping aside the empty containers. Fortune cookies skittered across the floor. “I’ll clean that up later,” he mumbled just before putting his face under her skirt and yanking off her panties. His tongue lapped broadly, reaching every bit of her.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Not yet.”

She relived the fantasy as if it had just happened yesterday. She teased herself, remembering how long he’d licked her, commanding her not to come yet. He brought her to a frenzy. She begged him to fuck her.

She grabbed a large dildo and eased it in slowly. She was so slick from the memory. He’d gone in slowly at first, then harder, and faster. She’d feared he’d break the kitchen table. When she came, she cried out the same way she had that night, and she wished his broad back was in her arms. She’d buried her face in his shoulder, breathing in the fabric softener and sweat scent from his t-shirt.

Later, she put the fortune cookie away in her bedside drawer.


8) The Visitor

Jen swore under her breath and wriggled furiously. I took a moment to bury my face in the hair covering the back of her neck – still soft, despite a week of lukewarm campsite showers – before tightening my grip on her arse.

“Stop teasing and give me your fucking cock.”

“I am giv-“

All of it!”

I pulled back and rubbed the tip along her vulva again. It was stuffy inside the tent, but too quiet everywhere else to risk unzipping the door and letting the cooler night air inside. Giving Jen all of my fucking cock was unlikely to help with either the temperature or any attempts to avoid waking our neighbours. They were all friends by now, sure, but there are limits.

“Maybe I want them to hear us.” As usual, Jen was a half-step ahead of me.

“Them…or him? Tom?”

Without waiting for a response, I pushed my cock all the way inside her. Jen shuddered and groaned – louder than strictly necessary, I thought – and I moved my hand round to cover her mouth.

“Shit, what was that?” We both froze. The snapping sound hadn’t come from the woods at the edge of the campsite, but from the crude firepit we’d built just outside the tent, drunk on summer heat and cheap Chinese takeaway. I sat up and turned on the lamp.

A hesitant cough broke the silence again. Jen looked at me and raised an eyebrow. Her fingertips grazed idly up the length of my cock. Neither of us made any move to cover our nakedness.

I shuffled towards to the door, feeling my erection bob awkwardly between my legs. Outside, a large shape mirrored my movements, till it was close enough for me to hear slow, even breathing. I opened my mouth to speak, and stopped abruptly when his voice floated through the darkness.

“I wondered whether…if you’d like to…”

I glanced over my shoulder, already knowing what I’d see. We’d talked about it so many times – in bed, in bars, in feverish text exchanges while one of us tried to stay cool at work – that her vigorous nod felt only like a final confirmation of something we’d already agreed.

I unzipped the main flap and smiled up at him. Tom lost his footing as he stooped to enter the tent, and I reached for his hand with mine – less to prevent him falling than to ensure he landed on the airbed next to us. He rolled onto his back, and I heard Jen’s breath catch as the lantern above us set fire to the fine, blonde hair covering his bare chest.

“Kiss him,” she whispered, her fingers digging into my thigh. “I want you to kiss him.”

I swung a leg across Tom’s body and brushed my lips over his. I felt a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth – the same boyish smirk that had made Jen squeeze her thighs together when we sat round the campfire, then carefully guide my hand between them in the darkness.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

Jen’s voice shook as she spoke. Tom pushed his tongue inside my mouth, then gasped into it, his breath hot against the back of my throat. I didn’t need to look over my shoulder to see Jen’s mouth on his cock – I felt it in the way he squeezed my arms, and in the rise and fall of his chest under me.

In the way our bodies melted together.

~

At sunrise, I stepped over Jen and Tom – burrowed into each other in the gloom – and made for the toilet block. The sharp pain in the sole of my foot made me stop and wince. I looked down and understanding dawned.

I brushed the fortune cookie crumbs off my skin and plucked a scrap of paper out of the dirt. Messy, smudged handwriting stared back at me.

Uh huh.

Of course.


9) Get Lucky Cookies

Happy Chinese New Year, guys! Before we get to the recipe, I promised you an update on how things went at the party with B, so here goes.

He ordered take out (OMFG, that chow mein!), and most people brought booze, but obviously I wanted to make fortune cookies.

You can buy the fortunes online. Then, if like me, you’re trying to engineer a situation, you simply pick out the ones that work best. Here are some of the ones I chose:

A romantic mystery will soon add interest to your life

You will soon bring joy to someone

You will be rewarded for your efforts

I also made a whole bunch with less cute fortunes, because I had a plan. After everyone had left, I’d offer to stick around and help clean up. When we were done, I’d pretend to find a load more cookies in my bag, except I’d have stashed the sexy ones there deliberately.

Guess what? I didn’t even need them!

The beers were flowing, and eventually he asked if I wanted to go out on the balcony. I don’t smoke, but of course I said yes!

The cigarettes were just an excuse. He slid the door closed behind us and then we were kissing like mad. He tasted of soy. Before long, he had me pressed up against the railings and he was grinding his dick against me. I wanted it in me so badly.

‘Suck my cock,’ he said. Honestly, don’t you just love that? So direct.

I knelt on the floor. I didn’t care if anyone was watching. He unzipped and there, lit by the glow of the moonlight, I took him in my mouth.

‘Oh, baby,’ he moaned, ‘that’s so good.’

I thought of that fortune.

You will soon bring joy to someone.

He grabbed my hair into a messy ponytail and kept thrusting until my eyes were watering. There was saliva everywhere.

He liked that, though. He smeared it all over my face and then he yanked my top down and daubed my tits with it, too.

‘Sexy bitch,’ he said.

When he came, I swallowed the lot. You should have seen his face.

Recipe below, if you want to get lucky too 😉

Ingredients
2 egg whites
1 tsp vanilla essence
3 tbsp vegetable oil
100g flour
2 tsp cornflour
100g caster sugar

Method
1. Preheat the oven to 180C. Line a baking sheet with baking parchment.
2. Put the egg whites, vanilla, oil and 2 tsp cold water into a bowl. Whisk for 20 seconds.
3. Measure the flour, cornflour, sugar and a good pinch of salt into another bowl, then sift into the egg white mixture. Whisk until you have a smooth batter. Chill the mixture for an hour.
4. Place a small dollop of mixture onto the prepared baking sheet. Oil a metal spoon, then use the back of it to swirl the mixture out into a 8-10cm circle. Repeat the process so you have two cookies. Make sure there is space between each cookie as they will spread in the oven. It’s best to only bake 2-3 cookies at a time, as you will need to shape them whilst they are hot. I know you only need two cookies, technically, but this bit isn’t easy. It’s going to go wrong a few times!
5. Bake until the cookies are golden.
6. Remove the cookies from the baking sheet with a palette knife. Put a fortune in the middle of the circle. Fold the circle in half to secure the fortune and pinch the edges together. Place the cookie on the rim of a mug and gently pull the corners down to get the fortune cookie shape. Hold for 10 seconds, then transfer to a cupcake tin so it can hold its shape whilst cooling completely. Repeat with the remaining mixture until you get it right!


10) Hunted by Fate

I’ve been trapped in this body for a thousand years. It was the one I started with in this life, the one I thought I’d die in. Except I couldn’t die. Not yet. Not until someone made the choice that freed me.

A new place and an exotic, otherworldly man blinded me to what I should’ve seen.

During the day, he’d introduce me to new foods, strong alcohol, and native landscapes. I learned some of the language and saw his culture. At night, he’d open my mind and body to other new things.

He’d offer me drugs that made me see different dimensions, altering the feeling of his hands cupping my breasts or his mouth lapping at my cunt. It was a kaleidoscope of colors and sensations. No need for kinky play because I was transported to another realm already. He’d hold me down, slide his cock in deep, and chant words I didn’t care to understand in my ear. I’d feel it all over and ride a wave of magic, my orgasm sending sparks out into the room.

Life is all about choices and I was blind to the one I was making.

Our last night together felt like any other. He handed me a blunt to smoke full of something he called “Ukweli”. When I was seeing stars, he bent me over the bed, my face pressed into the white sheets. I could feel my cunt stretched like a gaping mouth over his cock, swallowing him down in great gulps. He spoke in his language as always, except different somehow. He used me in earnest, used his cock to thrust his words into my body. Those chants were ringing in my ears again, and I found myself gasping as he wrapped his hands around my throat.

Instead of finishing inside of me, he painted my back with his come like an anointing, his grip never loosening around my neck. Words began to dance with the colors before my eyes. The world faded around me and I found I didn’t care as long as the stars continued to dance with me.

When I came to, I was in a different place, seated at a large table. My cunt ached from our recent coupling, but that’s the only echo of good feeling that lingered. The rest of me was drowning in dread. I was stone cold sober and my mind was blinking warnings with each pounding pulse.

“You must decide now.”

He was there across from me, looking for all the world like we were strangers and he hadn’t been inside me.

“Decide what?”

The raspy sound of my voice startled me, but it was the three fortune cookies manifesting on the table in front of me that made me spring from my chair.

“Who you will become.”

His face never changed, but my dread deepened. It crept up and threatened to strangle me.

“What if I don’t pick?”

“Then they will pick for you.”

My brain was too addled to ask who “they” were. I glanced up to see his eyes change, becoming less the friendly brown ones I’d fallen into and more black, like the dread I’d been fighting. I felt the urgency suffuse the room as my hand hovered over the table.

I chose the middle one and cracked it open to reveal… nothing. The cookie crumbled and disappeared.

The imperceptible change of his expression told me I’d chosen wrong. He rose from the table without a word.

“Wait.”

Pity changed his eyes back to familiar brown.

“I’d prayed you’d replace me so I could pass from this life, but they’ve cursed you to a fate worse than my own.”

“Worse?”

Smoke swirled, transporting me back to my room alone with unanswered questions.

The answers came within days. A bringer of death, but one who cannot die. Not until someone else makes the choice I made.


11) Club Sweet Fortune

Choose.

Each fortune cookie looked the same, but I knew the contents sealed my fate for the evening.
I plucked one off the top and cracked it open.

Room Three.

The slip of paper offered nothing else.

I ate the cookie while making my way down the dark corridor. Sweet crumbs spilled down my cleavage.

My trembling hand alighted on the curved wooden handle of the room. I began to open the door when an unearthly shriek echoed through the hall. I strained to hear more, but as quickly as it was broken, silence returned. The tightly laced corset kept my breathing shallow. A wave of dizziness passed over me as my pulse quickened. I licked at the sweat forming on my upper lip and steadied my nerves before entering.

My eyes were adjusting to the dim rosy glow of the room when someone pulled me forward. Music thumped, obscuring the human noises that were rising and falling in the darkness.

I was led through a curtain of beads and seated next to a gorgeous woman. She smelled of lavender which seemed appropriate for the purple corset that barely contained her lush bosom. Our thighs were touching, and her kissable ruby lips spurred me to lick my own. Deep brown eyes sparkled with mischief; she was as ready as I was for our evening.

The rustling of beads announced the entrance of four broad shouldered men wearing nothing except leather collars. The woman and I giggled in nervous anticipation as the studs looked at us like dinner. A latex clad Dominatrix strode in behind them, and with a crack of her single tail whip, we were silenced.

“Serve them,” she commanded and left.

My mouth went dry, and the blood in my body rushed south.

The men descended upon us. They forced our legs open and bound our adjacent thighs together with rope. The other was tied to a hard point on the chaise. The men moved so each woman had a man kneeling in front and one standing behind her.

One of the handsome strangers tipped my head back and kissed me. The heady aroma of male musk mingled with the sweet smell of feminine arousal. The ropes bit into my thigh when my partner strained against our bond. My yelp from the sudden tightness was soothed as dainty fingers laced through mine.

The electric fire of our connection made me flood with desire. The man behind pulled my head against the plush chaise so he could push his thick cock between my lips. Tears welled in my eyes as he drove deliciously deep down my open throat.

The kneeling man took advantage of my splayed legs and teased my throbbing clit with his lips. I bucked my hips, riding his chiseled face to the cusp of climax. Each moan of pleasure was silenced by the cock pounding my gaping mouth.
Her whimpers harmonized with mine reaching toward crescendo.

The tongue tantalizing my pussy was replaced by cock. The lavender beauty gasped as the same happened to her. She clasped my hand tighter, and the six of us began to writhe as a single machine. The slick heat and building pressure destroyed my final hold on autonomy.

I became them.

The aching void inside of me overflowed with rapture as I was completely consumed. My powerful orgasm was contagious. Her fingers squeezed mine desperately as we lost ourselves in ecstasy. The men continually guided us to apex until our throaty moans turned to plaintive mewlings.

They released our bonds when we quieted. My mouth immediately sought her swollen lips, and we came back to earth in each other’s arms. We lay together satiated and smiling. I held her as she drifted off into sleep. My last thought as my own eyes closed was that there were twelve more doors in the hallway, and I had more cookies to crumble.


12) A Crackin’ Cookie

Not once had I believed the rumours. But, when so many people claim a woman can crack a fortune cookie with nothing more than her butt cheeks, you kind of have to make sure, don’t you? So, anybody would have found themselves in that windowless room, wouldn’t they? With a large Euro sized hole in their pocket, hoping the whole thing would, at the very least, be funny?

The only door swung open briskly, revealing a gazelle of a woman in nothing but a white robe and black cotton thong. She gracefully glided towards me, the satin robe slipping down her body like ice on hot flesh. In a moment I had gone from intrigued excitement to wondering what the fuck I was doing there. Here I was, sat gaping at the pear-shaped breasts of the most exquisite woman I’d ever seen, clutching a sodding fortune cookie. A fortune cookie! But, you’d have gone there too. We’re curious creatures, aren’t we?

‘Don’t be embarrassed, this is one of my most requested services.’

Her voice had a whispered depth that reverberated through my body, drizzling with the husky sweetness of a magpie’s echo. She swung around, the robe forming a satin pool around her pedicured toes as her ass crept back towards me. Champagne eyes penetrated me in the mirror as she declared,

‘You know what to do.’

She was right, I knew. I’d heard numerous inebriated accounts of what was to happen next. I wouldn’t have been here if I hadn’t. It was never a true night out until someone had made a reference to this woman’s buns of steel.

Reaching out a shamefully quivering hand, I sunk the fortune cookie into the crevice of her awaiting ass. Anyone would have been shaking though, wouldn’t they? Between the brush of forbidden flesh and the sliver of shadow between her cheeks, I even forgot to breathe. The thong hooked up over her hips, leaving no tensing muscle to the imagination. Just inches from my face I watched every squeeze transform her ass into a new shape. I salivated as the cookie strained between her clasped glutes, wishing my tongue was there to catch every sweet crumble. I admired how the tension affected the visible fragment of clothed cunt, drawing it up closer to her body. The only thing harder than her ass was my cock, straining to feel just one tempting squeeze.

The cookie cracked just seconds before I was going to, crumbs and fortune tumbling over the silky white garment. She turned her head only to announce,

‘You can clean them up.’

Her voice was commanding. Surely, I couldn’t? She couldn’t possibly expect me to… My head was between her ankles before I could think myself out of it. You’d have responded in the same way to that tone, I’m certain. On my hands and knees, I lapped up every single morsel of cookie, sneaking sniffs at her worshipable feet. I was behaving with less dignity than my French bulldog and the humiliation was intoxicating.

My stomach tightened as the satin ruffled against my nose, her feet shifting to leave me. It felt like internal bondage, a squeezing tension only she would be able to relieve. My eyes followed her as she slinked towards the door, my body frozen with my face inches from the heaped robe on the floor. I craved for her to look back, to give me just the slightest bit more. But, she didn’t even turn towards me as she breathed,

‘Don’t forget your fortune,’ the door clicking behind her.

I’m going back next week. You’d have to too, right?


13) Little One

She waits patiently for his arrival. From her position she hears the ticking of a clock but nothing else. She sees only darkness. The darkness from a blindfold that he instructed her to wear. Her skin is cool and sensitive as air circulates causing her nipples to pucker into hard points. She kneels by the bedroom door sitting on her legs with her hands resting palm up, her head bowed, and her long blonde hair in a pony tail. She relaxes into her position and time passes as she slips into the right frame of mind.

The bedroom door opens and she hears his footsteps. His hand rests on her head, “Good girl,” his voice is soothing and she smiles. That phrase does things to her that are indescribable, it makes her pussy wet, her heart race, and her skin flushes with arousal. His praise makes her want to strive to please him even more. “To your feet little one,” he tells her and tugs on her pony tail.

“Yes Sir,” She obeys immediately and rises to relax into her next position. She stands with her feet shoulder-width apart, her head is still bowed and her arms are behind her back with her right hand gripping the wrist of her left arm. He walks around her inspecting what is his, smacking her ass once leaving a faint red print. He inspects his mark and hums his pleasure and gooseflesh dimples her skin hearing his approval.

He stops in front of her and kisses her head, “Little One, do you have any questions about the rules for tonight?” His ‘Dom voice’ sends waves of pleasure through her and she sighs.

“No Sir,” She states very clearly. Her understanding of the rules for tonight are quite clear.

“I need to hear your safe word,” He tells her as his hand gently glides over her breasts and pinches her nipples.

“Fortune cookie,” Her voice is slightly breathy from his touch.

“Good girl. Let’s begin.” His voice is strong and sure. His deep raspy tone makes her weak and gives her confidence at the same time. He’s in control and that’s just how she wants it. “Raise your chin,” She obeys immediately. He fastens a collar around her neck. The wide leather a constant reminder of who she belongs to. He attaches a leash and leads her to the bed. Guiding her to the foot end facing the bed, he stands behind her. “Arms down,” he whispers in her ear. She lets her arms fall and he places a wide leather cuff on each wrist and fastens them securely making sure they aren’t too tight. “On your knees on the edge of the bed,” He whispers in her ear again and she does as she is told. “Head on the bed, look towards the left side and I want your arms behind your back.” She complies quickly and he holds her hands in place while he fastens them together with a short chain. His hands urge her legs further apart and she feels his breath on her skin as he inhales her scent deeply.

Leaning back, he pulls a marker from his pocket and presses the felt tip to her skin. He starts to draw his art on her in words they both love.

Mine

Slut

Cum Hungry

Brat

Must Spank Daily

Property of Sir

These are the words he speaks to her, ones she loves to hear. He steps back and pulls his phone from his pocket and begins to capture the artwork he has created with her as his canvas. He runs his hands over her skin and his fingers explore her pussy. He finds her wet and ready for him. “Looks like my Little One is ready for my cock,” he tells her and smacks her beautiful ass, harder this time. “It’s time to begin,” He reaches his crop.


14) Slave’s deepest fantasy

Lying naked, head inside the dark hood, wrists and ankles spread and secured to the bed, slave considered her situation: she loved being restrained. Somehow the act of bondage released her body from the need to resist and even fight and stopped her brain from over thinking. Submission didn’t come easily to slave, but restraint coupled with sensory deprivation meant she could at last relax.

Today slave and Master had discussed their desire to push her limits as he asked that she trust him. She willingly put her faith in him, as he reminded her he had never before put her in danger, and always ensured her needs before those of any other. This meant she had willingly lain on the bed and allowed him to apply the restraints. Indeed, this very act of submission had deeply aroused her. So much so that when he ran his fingers down her tummy, along her shaved pubic area to feel her pussy he had exclaimed delightedly that she was already wet.

It had been at least an hour or perhaps as long as 3 since he had told her not to move and left the room closing the door behind him. Fat chance, she had thought but then relaxed and settled her thoughts ready to accept the inevitable.

She noticed the smell she noticed first. Perhaps she had fallen asleep here in her dark and secluded world, since she hadn’t heard the door. She was aware of the aroma, newly applied Dior Homme aftershave, a favourite, though not Master’s. Next she felt movement as someone came towards her. Soft, warm fingers stroked her left arm, pausing briefly at her armpit before moving down to her breast and cupping it firmly. She could sense his arousal, as he took long deep breaths. She guessed this was a man.

Who, she wondered was he? The fingers moving over her body, pinching her nipples were not those of her Master. They stroked between her breasts, circled around her tummy and finally stroked her hard erect clitoris. Warm, moist lips took her right nipple into its grasp and a tongue playfully circled her nipple. She gasped with almost involuntary pleasure. Someone at the other end of the bed lifted her head and removed the hood. Master’s eyes looked back at her complete with tell tale facial creases and the smile of amusement on his lips. Bending down Master kissed her passionately on the lips, his tongue slipping into her mouth hungrily searching for hers.

Both men stood up, releasing her from their grip and as master stepped back she saw the other man. Unlike Master, he was completely naked. It was his tanned skin, hairy chest and then ample cock, cupped now by his hand that she saw. Later she would admit that unless naked she would never identify him in a line up.

“Meet Steve slave, your treat” Master grinned at her. It was clear he was proud of himself and rightly so. Turning to Steve, Master asked: “what do you think?”

“This slave has a beautiful pussy, reminiscent of a fortune cookie. I so want to fuck it”

Master began to release the restraints and slaves eyes met Master’s. Suddenly she realised, that her deepest sexual fantasy, double penetration was about to be realised.


15) Good Enough To Eat

“I want you for dessert.”

The words left Michael’s lips in a throaty whisper, and Jane looked up, startled. She snapped the fortune cookie she’d been toying with in half, and small crumbs fell onto her plate.

“Here?” she asked.

Michael grinned crookedly and nodded, making Jane blush. She looked down at the broken cookie in her hands, the fortune still unread, and then around the room. The restaurant was dead at this hour of the afternoon, and she and Michael were the only two customers. They had shared a lunch of black mushroom chicken, which Jane had, to her delight, been able to eat with chopsticks. The waiter had brought a fortune cookie for each and collected their payment some time ago, leaving them to finish their lunch and conversation in solitude.

Jane glanced towards the front of the restaurant and out the windows. A steady rain was falling, and the grey skies dimmed the restaurant intimately. The restaurant was tucked between a bookstore and a coffee shop, and its small outdoor sign was easy to miss. She’d discovered it a few months ago when exploring the city, and she’d been captivated by its ambiance, with dark woodwork and floor-length red tablecloths, as well as its delicious and inexpensive food. She’d brought Michael here as a treat, but she felt that she was the one who was going to be treated.

Jane felt herself grow wet with the thought.

“I….uh, I…” Jane stammered, her cheeks flushing. Michael slipped out of his seat and lifted up the tablecloth, sliding under the table.

Jane had worn a skirt today, and Michael ran his hands up her bare legs and gently squeezed her knees before sliding them up to her hips. He hooked his fingers through her panty’s straps and gave a gentle tug. Jane lifted her bottom from the chair, and Michael slid the panties off. Jane wriggled in her seat and opened herself to him.

As he settled between Jane’s legs, Michael’s cock was hard, and he could feel it straining against the fabric of his shorts. Her golden thighs were open, and Michael cupped her mons, his thumb gently working between her folds until he found her clit. His thumb rubbed gently in a slow circle, and Jane moaned.

Michael spread her lips and began to slowly lick her clit. He lapped at Jane’s sweetness, savoring her taste on his tongue. He slowly increased the speed of his licks, and his left hand spread apart her labia so his tongue could access everything. Michael inserted his finger in her cunt, sliding it in and out of her wetness, and Jane’s fingers entwined in his hair.

Jane was wriggling in the chair, sliding forward to give Michael more access. Her muscles clenched around his finger, and she wished it were his cock.

Michael’s finger moved faster, sliding in and out of Jane while his tongue licked faster. Her clit was rock hard, and his tongue was intent on making her orgasm. He could feel the tremors passing through Jane’s body as she neared climax.

Jane had been trying to hold back, but now she let go. As Michael sucked on her clit, her hand closed reflexively on the fortune cookie, crumbling it. Jane grabbed her napkin with her other hand and placed it hard over her mouth. She tossed back her head and closed her eyes, muffling her cries of pleasure as best she could. Her knees pressed together, holding Michael’s head tightly in place as her orgasm washed through her.

Finally her body relaxed, and Michael emerged from underneath the table. He stood and bent over, and Jane pulled his head down and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.

“You are so delicious,” he said, and Jane smiled. He took her arm, and the bells above the door tinkled as they went out into the rain.


16) Carol’s Fortune Cookies

Shane and Carol looked at their fortune cookies with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. Actually Carol was excited and Shane was anxious. His wife had come home from a ‘Hens Night’ three nights ago with a vibrator, flavoured lube, a deck of nude playing cards, and a box of Fortune Cookies with X-rated advice inside each cookie.

Carol had told her husband matter-of-factly that she wanted to spice up their sex life and try new things. She said these items would be a great icebreaker and make it all fun. Shane wasn’t so sure about that but his wife had cooked a delicious Chinese stir fry and now it was time for the Fortune Cookies.

“Let’s open them together” said Carol, “we can choose to do one or both, but we can’t choose neither”

“What if they’re stupid?” mumbled Shane, who was feeling decidedly uncomfortable at his wife’s newfound sexual aggression.

“C’mon!” scolded Carol, “it’s going to be fun – here we go, on three…”

Carol mouthed the countdown and on three they both broke open their folded cookies together. A broad grin broke over Carol’s face as she read hers, but Shane looked quite perplexed. He’d always been a bit slow on the uptake.

“What does your’s say?” asked Carole.

“Uh… um” hesitated Shane, “Confucius say: Make love like a Chinaman – fuck her fast and quick. And twenty minutes later she will be hungry for more!”

Carol burst out laughing. “Oh, we’re definitely doing that!” she quipped.

“What does yours say?” replied Shane.

“Confucius say: Sucking cock is like eating noodles. The longer you slurp the better the meal!”

“Hmmmm” mused Shane, “that sounds like foreplay before I fuck you like a Chinaman!”

Carol giggled as Shane stood up from the dining table and stepped boldly over to her chair. He pulled her up and then tossed her back onto the adjacent couch in the lounge. Standing in front of her he unbuckled his pants and let them drop to his ankles.

Twenty minute later as they both lay on the couch spooning he asked quietly “shall we try another fortune cookie?”


17) Written in the Stars

“You can map an entire personality in the stars,” Jamie’s first lover told him, under a gleaming purple-black sky. They were drunk teenagers sprawled in the grass.

Jamie didn’t remember the boy’s name anymore, but that moment sent him chasing stars. Astrologists wrote out star charts for him, but astrologer after astrologer told him he’d never find love, never settle. So he ran. If the stars would limit him, then he’d keep running away. Running into the arms of boys at bars and at festivals, searching and searching.

Roy took pity on him out in the rain, said Jamie was an excellent mix of puppy eyes and a wet mess. He said, “Let me take you out for dinner.”

Jamie meant to say no, because even the fiercest will must rest sometimes, and it’s hard to use a heart for loving when it’s hurting from overuse. But Jamie was hungry for strong shoulders, for Roy’s long black hair stirring damply under an umbrella, and those blue eyes warmer than any blue should be. He took Roy’s hand and they went out to a Chinese restaurant glowing spookily out of the fog.

“I’m paying, no argument,” said Roy as soon as they sat. He poured Jamie tea with a practiced hand, a hand Jamie knew was warm and soft, a hand he suddenly wanted to lick and suck and feel on his cock. It was hard to distrust a man who kept being sweet in soft small courtesies. Harder to distrust a man with beautiful hands and curving kissable lips.

After the bill came they cracked open the fortune cookies. Roy read his, laughing, “’Your decisions are made with confidence.’ I knew that already! Hey, and one of my lucky numbers is 18! I love 18!”

Jamie unscrolled the long small strip. “’Nothing is written until you have acted.’” He looked up at Roy and reached for his beautiful hands. “Come home with me tonight?”

They forgot the umbrella at the restaurant and kissed soggily all the way home, never letting go of each other’s hands. Jamie shoved Roy up against the door after they stumbled into Jamie’s apartment, shoving his hands over Roy’s chiseled muscles, taking off the sodden t-shirt. Roy breathed into his ear, “Don’t you have a bed?” and pushed a hard thigh against Jamie’s erection.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah I do.”

Drunk on lust, it was hard to stumble into the bedroom, harder to remember a towel to get the rain off. They’d left their shirts in a sodden heap on the floor. Somehow, Jamie remembered to grab lube and condoms.

“Please—oh—” Roy gasped as Jamie sucked hungrily on his neck. “Please fuck me—fuck me.”

“Roll over,” growled Jamie, his hands firm on Roy’s hips. Roy happily flipped onto his stomach—and the world dropped away as Jamie felt his throat catch on a sob.

A lustrous sparkle of stars over purple and blue and black splashed over Roy’s shoulder blades.

Jamie’s hands shook as he poured the lube. Roy moaned sweetly as Jamie inserted a slow careful finger. Jamie ran his other slick hand over the galaxy, unable to resist.

“Like my tattoo?” asked Roy.

“I could never get bored of seeing it,” Jamie insisted.

“Great,” said Roy, “You gonna fuck my ass or just look?”

“That’s just my finger in there.”

“Then add another, I can’t wait.”

Jamie took his time preparing Roy anyway. He could barely contain himself. It Finally he couldn’t hold off anymore as Roy pleaded desperately for more until Jamie let that hot tight heat engulf him. They moved with each other in cosmic rhythm, the air musky with sweat and sex.

Jamie spilled with a frantic rough snap of his hips, until he saw stars: his fortune, mapped on the back of a man he would one day marry.


18) Come On Eileen

We were in one of the first Chinese restaurants in Dublin. At the end of the meal we were all given these small hollow biscuits called fortune cookies, which when you broke them open contained a message on a strip of paper.

Somebody had taken a photo of the six of us, grinning at the camera, holding our bits of paper. We may have had a drink or two by the look of us. I only remember that the girl next to me was called Eileen. Beautiful Eileen. It’s a black and white photograph but her flaming red hair and bright blue eyes are imprinted on my memory.

I’d forgotten my glasses so Eileen said she’d read my fortune cookie message for me. She cleared her throat and paused for dramatic effect before speaking.

‘It says here that tonight is going to be your lucky night William but if you ever treat the girl in your life badly she will rip the heart from your miserable body and feed it to the crows.’

‘Are all those words are on that scrap of paper? Surely not?’

‘Only the bit about the crows.’ And she roared with laughter and the others joined in.

Still laughing, she touched my leg beneath the table and whispered, ‘Irish coffees all round and then back to your place. Just me. Not the others. Would that be suitable?’ The warmth of her breath on my ear and the pressure of her hand on my balls made me gasp for air.

I had a bottle of Bulgarian red wine at my bed-sit which I’d been saving for just such an occasion. Eileen coming round that is. It felt slightly more sophisticated than offering a cup of coffee.

‘I’ll have a cup of coffee if you don’t mind’ she said. You have the wine if you want.’

As I fussed with the coffee in the kitchenette she came up behind me and put her hands on my hips.

‘Leave the coffee William.’

‘Do you want some music? I’ve got a new LP.’

‘What I want William is you. I want you to carry me onto that small bed with its unattractive candlewick bedspread and make love to me. If that would suit you. Or, we could do it right here. Either way’s fine by me.’

She leant against the wall and eased up her dress to just above her black knickers. I was momentarily transfixed but I quickly roused myself. I knelt down and put my hands behind her buttocks and pulled her towards me. Then drawing her knickers to one side I savoured the sight of her thick mass of vibrant red pubes before feeding hungrily on them. Eileen murmured and then put her hands on my head, pressing it tight against her. She shuddered.

‘You don’t need your glasses now. Do you?’ Eileen said.

But I couldn’t speak, so I replied by running my tongue around her clitoris and sliding a middle finger gently into her.

I came up for air eventually and kissed her. It felt wanton kissing her with her own juices on my lips.

We made our way to the bed, removing our clothes as we went. She grabbed my stiffening cock and gave it a gentle tug.

‘William, have you got an overcoat for this wee fellow? I don’t want to become a walking occasion of sin and end up in a home for unmarried mothers.’

‘Of course Eileen. There’s some in the drawer. You know me. I always come prepared.’

This set her off laughing again and I joined in with her. How could I not?

It really was my lucky night. Our lucky night.

It was only later. I mean months later, that petulance and mistrust entered our relationship and the second part of my fortune came true. That bit about being fed to the crows.

How I loathe fortune cookies.


19) Standing Ovation

Our eyes meet and my cunt involuntarily contracts – a tiny bit of moisture escapes caressing my slit. There, seated at the next table, alone, staring, confident, smiling – he can only be about twenty-five. I shift in the chair, hoping my damp panties won’t stain my skirt. A rush of adrenalin floods my veins as blushing I turn away and wonder why he’s still looking. After all, I’m nearing forty.

Noticing I’m distracted the office girls joke with me – daydreaming again. We split the bill, say goodbye and leave the Won-Ton Restaurant. But realising my fortune cookie is still on the table, and being slightly superstitious by nature, I rush back to retrieve it. Pocketing the biscuit I feel a hand on my shoulder.

It’s him.

“How about a drink then?” he suggests in a sexy Irish brogue, sharp green eyes intent.

In the Red Lion, over a gin and tonic, we talk about my bastard ex-husband. A few months earlier I came home to find him shagging the cleaner. It was a wake-up call and I found the guts to take a stand and kick him out. My new friend nods and not to be outdone confesses to fleeing Ireland six years ago on the day he jilted his sweetheart.

I begin to feel bolder as we make the most of our time to brush hands and exchange glances.

Flirting, touching.

This is quite out of character. Normally I’m a bit reserved, but am enjoying our dance. It has been a while since an attractive guy has been solicitous with me. Tonight, I’m a chameleon basking in the warmth of the moment.

Suddenly he grabs my arm. I’m not afraid – he is laughing, joking, taking the lead.

Outside in the dark, back alleyway we literally fall on each other.

Urgently.

Mouths searching.

Hands exploring.

Blouse ripped open.

Nipples taut in the cool breeze – longing for attention. His tongue teases them and fingers find my slit and intrude into my sodden cunt. How I’ve waited for this.

I pull down the zip and release his erect cock. The warm perfume of sex meets my nostrils as I edge back the foreskin, tentatively. His red, swollen knob glistens in the moonlight.

He leans me against the wall, hitching up my skirt and jerking my legs open with his. Assured. Bending his knees he guides his cock past the gusset of my knickers. I respond, move my hips slightly forward – it stabs my pussy and victoriously angles into the warm, dewy flesh.

Groaning, he tugs at my long blond curls. My cunt greedily devours his cock. Hands positioned against the wall either side of me – a wilful capture – we begin to fuck, primally.

Grinding – short, sharp jabs.

Then long, vital strokes.

Eyes locked on mine – animated.

Alive.

When his tongue finds my mouth, I begin to quiver and moan unable to hold back my climax. Intoxicated by the spontaneity. Within seconds he trembles and falls heavily against me panting.

We stand, simply holding each other. Heartbeats slowing. Satiated. His cock still trapped in my pussy.

Finally, it droops and slips out. Yet still connected, as we keep the embrace.

His wavy dark hair tickling my face. My back a little chafed from the craggy wall.

The sound of a police siren passes close by, snapping us back to reality. He zips his fly, strokes my cheek with soft fingertips and heads off to the toilet.

I wait as his juice begins to soak my panties.

He doesn’t return.

Smiling, I am not disappointed, just relishing my freedom and such an intense experience with a beautiful stranger.

We never even swapped names.

At home, finding the restaurant cookie in my pocket, I break it open and, reading the fortune, start to giggle,

“With your back against the wall, you can still stand tall.”


20) Sir Made Dessert

“I think it’s time for dessert,” he says deliberately.

It catches me off guard, and I’m inarticulate as he takes the empty plate from in front of me. We had barely spoken during our meal, and I had hoped to converse a bit this evening. But at this gesture I can only manage to reply with, “You made dessert?”

He’s already disappeared into the kitchen and I feel a tinge of excitement at what Sir could have made. We made a habit of dressing up once a month and having a date night at home. I even wore the lavender dress he loves to see me wear. Astonishingly, this is the first time he’s ever prepared dessert. I smile excitedly as he returns with a small, square plate he places in front of me. On it is a single, folded treat.

“A fortune cookie?” I ask curiously, “Not what I expected. We didn’t even have Chinese for dinner.”

I notice it’s a bit different from others I’ve had in the past. It’s not in a plastic package, and the texture looks homemade. Grabbing both ends, I break it through the middle, and find the small slip of paper inside. I blink twice at the passage: ‘Keep your hands on the table. Don’t move.’

An order. My heart is already beginning to race when I look up to see what my Sir has planned, but he’s already disappeared. A nervous knot builds in my stomach, then tightens as I feel a warm hand touch my knee. My heart nearly jumps out of my chest, but realize it’s my Sir. His hand glides slowly up my thigh and I understand what he intends. Looking back at the slip of paper I follow it’s instructions and place my hands flat on the firm, wooden surface.

He wraps his fingers around the back of my knees and pulls me to the edge of my seat. I’m already tingling in anticipation as his fingers slide my panties off my thighs, and past my knees. His touch tickles my skin, but I manage to contain myself and keep my palms flat on the table. He parts my legs and I’m conflicted: do I watch, or do I let my senses go wild? It’s difficult to decide.

My mind races until I feel the peck of his lips on my mons, just above my clitoris. The tip of his nose brushes against my skin and a shiver runs straight up my body like electricity. He makes me want to wriggle on his face, but the tiny paper slip keeps looking back up at me. It’s words stare back at me: Don’t move. A flick of his tongue against my clitoris wakes me from the trance and I let out a small gasp. Another lick and my cunt grows hot.

I want to reach under the table and hold his head between my thighs, but the fortune cookie’s instruction is clear: Keep your hands on the table. Only eight words are on the piece of paper, but they hold me down as strong as any restraint. He holds my thighs apart and devours me. His tongue runs circles around my clitoris before sliding down and lapping up my arousal like a sweet honey. My back arches as my climax builds.

I’m gripping the edges of the table as ecstasy passes my lips in a cry of pleasure. My body is electric as he ignites my lust. Sir grips the insides of my thighs as his tongue moves back and forth against my sensitive clit, pushing me into a most amazing orgasm. As it passes, I fall back into my seat, dizzy, heavy breathing, and satiated. Sir comes out from under the table and delights in the smile on my face. He takes a piece of my fortune cookie and eats it cheekily, “Delicious.”


21) Juice and Cookies

There’s a faint crack when he opens his fortune cookie, which always excites me a little. I imagine his belt making that sound, only louder.

“What does it say, Sir?”

“There is no mistake so great as that of being always right.”

We’ve had an excellent meal in our favourite restaurant, I’ve had two glasses of Kaoliang wine, I’m happy and relaxed. Too relaxed. I giggle at how well his fortune fits.

“It knows you, Sir.”

Correction: I was relaxed. So was he. But now one eyebrow has shot up and I might have misjudged his mood.

“I’ll just be a moment, kitten. I need to speak to Mrs Lau.”

Oh, fuck. I watch him walk away, knowing what’s going to happen. We discussed my love of humiliation this morning. In bed, where I feel comfortable and safe. Where I open up. Where I tell him my craziest fantasies, like being punished in public. He’s going to ask the owner’s permission to do that. She likes us, we’re good customers, he’s very persuasive: she’ll say yes.

He’ll come back, turn his chair to face the room and pat his knee. That’s a signal, a command I’ll obey because I’m his good girl. In front of a dozen strangers I’ll lift my skirt, lie across his lap and let him tug my knickers down to my thighs. The old man who leered at my legs when I went to the bathroom will have a ringside seat, a prime view of my ass as Sir strokes and taps and spanks and rubs and squeezes and builds my anticipation until its dripping from me.

When he unbuckles his belt and slowly draws it through its loops, I’ll hear the comments from around the room.

“He can’t do that!” “Sure he can, the dirty bitch deserves it.”
“She’s gagging for it.”     “Give her hell, mate!”
“D’ya want me to keep her quiet?”

He’ll nod at that question and I’ll have a stranger’s dick in my mouth when the punishment starts. Or there’ll be a queue of men, me gagging on a different cock every time his belt crashes–

“Are you okay, kitten? You were spaced out.”

He’s crouching beside me, a comforting hand on my knee. I don’t like to lie to him but right now it feels necessary. “I’m fine, Sir. Sorry. I was just a bit distracted.”

He flashes that lopsided smile that says he knows what’s going on. His hand slides up my thigh, his mouth pressing against my ear to ask, “Is my filthy slut sitting in a puddle of her own juices?”

She is and she wants him to do something about it.

I part my knees, tilt my hips, let his hand wander. Even though I know what’s coming I still have to bite back a squeal when his fingertip brushes between my lips. But when he touches my clit, I’m lost. I need to stand, I need his fingers inside me, I need him to bend me over the table. . . I need to control myself.

The other customers couldn’t know what I was thinking, but surely they’ll notice this. My head tilting back, eyes closed, hands clutching the tablecloth and lips clamped shut to stop the soft mews of pleasure escaping as load, undeniable moans.

I’m not sure if it’s the baijiu, the fantasy or knowing I might have an audience, but something’s working. It’s only a moment before he whispers, “Show everyone how you come, kitten,” and I gratefully comply.

When it’s over, when the waiter’s brought fresh coffee to replace the one I spilled and I’m staring at the table to avoid meeting anyone’s eyes, I finally get to read my own fortune:

“If you think you got something for nothing, you just haven’t been billed for it yet.”


22) Sweet Revenge

A last minute order for fortune cookies seemed like no biggie. Roll dough, slap ‘em on sheet pans, boom, done. But these motherfuckers are different. You draw three-inch circles on parchment—only six per sheet pan—pour a little batter inside, and smooth it out. Mold each cookie by hand into the traditional sultry mouth shape.

Three hundred cookies. Plus six extra gold-shimmer ones for the bride and groom.

By noon tomorrow.

Just Trey and me.

We would be here all night.

Don’t worry, Trey said. We’ll have fun, he said. My left nut. I overheard what the newlyweds-to-be thought about love like ours. They only chose us because the groom forgot to order online and we were the only bakery in town.

We can’t turn on the ceiling fan or open the windows without distorting the batter into Rorschach blots. As the temperature rises, Trey’s pants sink lower. He pulls off his t-shirt and tosses it into the sink, his ropy muscles glistening with sweat. I envision pouring batter, in three-inch circles, over each of his nipples. Peeling them from his skin with my tongue.

“That’s it,” he says, turning to face me. “Only the special ones for the happy couple left to do. I have a surprise for them. I hoped you’d stick around for this part.”

He’s speaking in a tone I can’t place.

He slips his last sheet pan into the oven, bending deep, ass half-exposed. I’d like to pour the remaining batter between his cheeks and lick it out instead. But before I get the chance, he removes a pizza tray from the oven, side-stepping to his station so I can’t see it. I didn’t see him use it in the first place. He couldn’t possibly have fit six on there.

After a few minutes, he turns back again, laughing so hard he’s crying—or is it the other way around?

He’s folded his cock into a giant fortune cookie. “Come read your fortune,” he sputters.

The cookie shatters in my hands. His dick is pink, slathered in a layer of batter for protection against the heat, and my hole tingles at the thought of him sliding it inside me. Pulling his pants off, I lick the underside of his shaft first, circle his balls, and glide my tongue back up. Leaving my mouth parted just under the head, I hum so my lips vibrate. He groans and mutters something sweet.

I stop when he strains for the back of my throat. Make him wait while I grab a handful of fortunes and fan them out. Licking his head in tight circles, I brush the little slips of paper over his nutsack. He shudders, gripping the worktable. When he’s clean, I take him full into my mouth and suck until he moans my name. Before he comes, he grabs me, pushing me back against the opposite worktable. Sweeping the cookies to one side, he hoists me up onto a warm sheet pan, throws my legs into the air, and drips chilled batter onto my hole like his own sweet release. The contrast in temperatures makes me harder than a honing steel, the hot wetness of his tongue unbearable as he trails over my everything. He lifts off my t-shirt and continues to travel upwards, then plunges his tongue into my mouth at the same time he pumps me, excruciatingly slowly, so we don’t friction the cookies into dust.

I end the kiss. “I’m coming,” I whisper, barely able to speak.

He grabs the bowl and my dick, helping me finish into a creamy sea of sugar.

He pulls out, washes up, and, still pantsless, stirs edible gold dust into the batter. He forms the last six cookies and slides them into the oven.

“For the happy couple,” he says, and winks.


23) Breakfast of Champions

The Venetian blinds throw prison bars of gold across their bodies in the dawn light. This is the best part of his day. He lays on his side, watching her sleep, cartographer’s eyes mapping the milky geography of her body, the flow of her flesh, the rise of her breasts, the hollow of her throat, her navel. The swell of her buttocks. She’s a mystery still to him, unknowable. Every night he breaks her open like a fortune cookie, unravels the riddles folded within, every morning her solution lies again just beyond his grasp, tantalising.

She stirs, drifts towards consciousness. He closes his eyes, breathes heavy, pretends to sleep. He watches through half-shut eyelids as she blinks, returns. Scissors her legs out of bed, sits, stretches, the feline arching of her back triggering the muscle memory of how she feels when he’s inside her, arcing away from him as she straddles him, rides him. He feels his cock stir, tent the bedsheet. She stands, combs fingers through Curly Sue corkscrews, rotating her head, neck clicking like the childproof cap on a pill bottle.

Standing before the mirror, she watches her hand drift from her throat, stroke, squeeze her high, taut breasts in turn, fingers circling, pinching her nipples erect. Her fingers drift South, fluttering over her ribs, tracing a path to her belly button, slide lower through the tangle of red hair at her crotch. She watches him in the mirror as she rubs herself, his breathing heavier, thicker. Her fingertips glisten as she raises them to her mouth, sucks on her fingers, tastes herself. His eyes are open now, his hand moving beneath the sheet. Their eyes meet in the world beyond the looking glass. Stars die and are born in that instant, that eternity.

She grins as her tongue snakes from her mouth, following her fingers. Her open hand cracks like a bullwhip against her arse cheek, shocking him back to reality as she lopes from the room, giggling, the bathroom door slamming behind her. He listens as she pisses like Seabiscuit, tunelessly singing about her pokerface. Listens as the toilet flushes, as her feet slap the wooden hallway floor, as she clatters pots and pans in the kitchen, fills the kettle, sparks the stove. He throws off the sheet, his cock quivering as it tastes the air, weeping a teardrop of precum.

He watches her from the kitchen doorway. She’s bent over in front of the open refrigerator, leaning on the door, still singing, ripe arse jiggling as she moves to her own beat. There’s a frying pan heating on the stove, butter crackling as it melts and the kettle is starting to howl. He barely hears her ask if he wants breakfast as he crosses the room to her, slaps her arse as hard as he can, red hand tattooing albino flesh. A dropped egg smashes, the yolk unbroken. She slaps his face hard, a kiss that rocks his world and draws blood.

They stare at each other, across the abyss between them, each waiting for the other to leap. Then they are on each other, kissing like the famished. He pushes her against the sink, hands questing, cock slapping against her thighs, her belly. She pushes him back, gasping, turns to stare out the window. Next door’s giggling six-year-old is chasing their barking cockapoo around the garden. She starts as he cracks an egg in his fist, shivers as the thick, viscous liquid flows over the crack off her arse. She parts her legs akimbo as he slathers it between her cheeks. Pushes back against his cock, feels his fat head throb against her tight, wet, puckered arsehole. She takes his hand in hers, raises it to her throat. Squeezes. As he thrusts inside her she cries out: “Choke me Daddy!”

When they’re spent, she makes them an omelette.


24) The Fortune Teller

The old woman sat hunched on a stool, long fingers searching through cards on the table. Through the window the neon light painted her frizzy hair cobalt and her turban a dark bloody purple as the sign blinked on and off:

Psychic
Tarot Cards
Palm Readings $5

A reading for $5? What the hell, he might as well. It made as much sense as anything else right now and maybe he’d have a good story for the party.

He pushed open the door, feeling the rush of warm musty air. It smelled of incense and something else. Old woman, he guessed. Something a little dark and feral. She peered up at him, eyes a brilliant blue in the neon light.

“Palm reading, young man? Love trouble? You need a job? Here, sit.”

She pushed a stool at him and grabbed his hand as he sat down. Her fingers were hot and he felt a tingle as her pointed nail slid along the lines of his palm. She was quiet for a minute and he could smell her breath, something herbal. Maybe licorice. His stomach rumbled.

“Your life line is long,” she muttered. “And your health, it’s ok. Maybe some trouble with your heart in 10 years.” She looked at him sharply, “You like cheeseburgers? You should lay off the cheeseburgers.”

Gods, a cheeseburger sounded delicious, he thought. Ok, this was a waste of time. Just pay her the $5 and go get dinner.

Before he could pull his hand away, she let it go, tossing it back in his lap. He rubbed his palm where he could still feel her nail and she said nothing but sat back and squinted, holding his gaze until he shifted uncomfortably. Is this the part where he paid or…?

She swiveled on her stool and picked up a glass. “Have some tea, Cookie. It’ll be good for what ails you.”

The small glass she pushed across the table was full of warm brown liquid. He sniffed. Licorice. His stomach rumbled again and he tossed the tea back in one swallow.

“Ok, ma’am, how much do I… oh… what the hell?”

The warm liquid burned down his throat and exploded in his core. He felt all the blood in his body pumping through his veins, his fingers tingling, his heart racing and a furnace of sensation pooled in his crotch as his cock warmed and started to stiffen.

The old lady leaned forward, holding his gaze. He felt her bony finger on his knee and his cock came to full attention, stiffer and harder than he’d felt in months. Trapped in his tight jeans, he moaned and shifted in his seat. What was happening and oh Gods, don’t let it stop!

She never moved but he felt a slight sensation of warmth and wetness slide down the side of his cock, like a little swipe of tongue. That was it. He closed his eyes and groaned, hands gripping the table as his whole cock felt engulfed by a moist hungry mouth. A slippery soft tongue swirled over his tip, wetness dripping down his shaft as his balls were massaged by a hot hand. Up and down that mouth sucked, soft lips and a hot wet tongue drawing him closer until his hips jerked and he shot a long creamy load deep into that dark wet place.

He shuddered as the hot mouth sucked up and popped off the top of his cock. With his eyes still closed, he came back to the room. Musty warm air, the short uncomfortable stool and that smell of licorice. He stood up abruptly, legs trembling, and slid a hand over his crotch. Dry. His jeans zipped, his shirt still tucked in, and the old lady across from him with a sly smile and those brilliant eyes.

“That’s your real fortune, Cookie,” she said. “That’ll be $5.”


25) Two Cherries

Hanoi, Vietnam, 1969. Jack had often thought about that first night, the last night that he could claim any innocence about the world. He had been 18, away from home for the first time and like his peers, had cried silently every night of basic training when they were still stateside. Vietnam was a hazy dream, a world away from everything he knew. It was the last night before they began active duty and like a pride of lions, he and his fellow Privates roamed the city in search of only two things: American Whisky and pussy.

As luck would have it, they saw the pink and blue neon sign of The Fortune Cookie flickering like a beacon. The silhouettes of naked girls in the dirty windows looked promising and it was clear from the tattered American flag bunting that this was where the GIs went. Signs promised “every kind of Oriental Girl” and one could almost believe that beyond its red lacquered saloon doors everything might feel just like home. Inside The Fortune Cookie the air was thicker and more tropical than on the street, lingering with the heady smells of sex and opium. Within moments their group was divided and Jack was led down a dark hallway by a stern elderly Madame who pointed into a dim room. She nodded encouragingly, lifting her eyebrows.
She smiled knowingly and skittered back down the hall, a wiley spider intent on her next fly.

Overwhelmed, Jack blinked in the semi-dark and swallowed hard as a naked girl, about his age, floated across the room to him. Her eyes never seemed to blink and she immediately began to unbutton his uniform. He made no protest. The sensory overload, the jet lag, the deep and all consuming fear he carried in his chest, was eased by the way she moved. He felt like he was in a dream, he didn’t remember undressing her or moving to the bed, only that it was soft and yielding as her body moved over his. He was disoriented and unable to tell if he was even hard, but her hands slid into his and he closed his eyes. The fear and fatigue moved through him as she slid down his cock, her narrow hips straddling his, tits too small to bounce as she wiggled and arched. Jack sobbed and spasmed, unable to stop the tears, unable to stop his orgasm, spilling into her in the most agonizing thirty seconds of his life. The girl smiled demurely and slid away from him, and stepped across the room to a rickety table. She lifted her foot to the table top and unceremoniously reached into her cunt, flicking Jack’s semen from her fingers before she washed her hands in a small basin. Mortified, he watched as she poured two drinks and sat down at the edge of the bed. She handed him a chipped glass, no ice, just brown liquor and two maraschino cherries. She smiled kindly and clinked her glass into his. In soft and broken English she said, “Two. Because you are so sad.” She downed her drink in one swallow and watched as he did the same. He didn’t care for cherries so he left them in the bottom of the glass. She laughed and reached for the cherries and sucked them from her fingers, eyes locked on his, a dribble of whisky trailing down her wrist. He watched her mouth, transfixed, and for the first time since the draft he felt the sickness in his stomach fade. She smiled and kissed him softly, the saccharine cherry flavor dissolving between them. No tears, no panic, only hunger coursed through him and he found himself panting as she crawled into his lap and pulled her mouth away from his to look into his eyes and speak.

“Again. Two times,” she smiled, “Because you are so sad.”


20 thoughts on “Smut Marathon 2018: Voting Round #6

  1. Nik Havert says:

    “Smoke Break” is well-written and fun. I like how “The Assignment” made “fortune cookie” into an anagram and spun the story off that. “Hunted By Fate” is a great start to what would make a fine longer tale.

    Some of the stories didn’t have much of a fortune cookie link apart from mentioning one of the characters eating one or someone’s vagina reminding them of a fortune cookie. The story with the recipe seemed out of place and, to be blunt, an easy way to fill up the word count. “Baked Goods” had the phrase “undos the ropes” that jolted me out of the story. Why not “unties the ropes?”

  2. nbrplaza says:

    In this round, the contestants were free to write whatever they liked, as long as it was about a fortune cookie. So now it was all about storytelling, vivid imagination and applying some of the learnings from previous rounds. Kudos of course for those who did some research on the origin or the production process of fortune cookies. The real challenge is to write beyond the obvious. Not at all an easy task! There are no real ‘bad’ stories here, but as a jury member I still had only a few points to give. Those that stood out, in terms of originality and story telling skills got my vote.
    Here is some feedback to all the stories (and my points between brackets):

    1. Mystery Guest (1): The fantasy of being blindfolded and the surprise of a threesome is always hot. Unfortunately, the fortune cookie didn’t play a role in that, which would have been easy (I can think of several fortune cookie texts that could apply to the situation). Also, the extra person came out of nowhere, which made it kind of unrealistic to me.

    2. Baked Goods (1): The building of your story was very promising. It seemed that the content of the cookies and the destiny of the person tied to the chair would come together in some kind of kinky twist. But it didn’t, which was kind of disappointing.

    3. Smoke Break (1): I liked how you used the messages in the fortune cookies in your story. It was a little predictable, though.

    4. Agent Undercover (5): A nice twist at the end. The fortune cookie played a nice role in the story. Original, sexy.

    5. The Assignment (1): A pretty much straightforward sexy story, but unlike some of the others, it lacked some kind of twist.

    6. Your Fortune Awaits (7): Very nice! You have well developed the atmosphere of a high class oriental bordello, without giving away too much. Also, your story hinted at a bigger plot.

    7. Memories (1): What I appreciated in this story, was how the sex was a bit clumsy. In the second half you mentioned ‘she relived the fantasy’, which made me think it hadn’t really happened, but then later you mention it was a memory. This really got me puzzled.

    8. The Visitor (1): A very hot fantasy and I liked how you left the event much to the reader’s imagination. I didn’t get the ending of the story though.

    9. Get Lucky Cookies (1): Kudos for te recipe. I had hoped you would somehow manage to mix te recipe with the story. Now, the recipe part of your story is just that: a recipe.

    10. Hunted by Fate (1): I normally like stories that leave some things in the open, but in this case – a fairy tail fantasy – it left me with just too many questions. It seems you had to end the story in a haste.

    11. Club Sweet Fortune (1): You make good use of all the senses (sounds, odors, etc), which is something that is often lacking. What I mis, though, is the emotions of the main character: what does this do to her?

    12. A Crackin’ Cookie (1): I like the narrative, of how the first person is talking in assumptions to the reader. A well found perversion. But you could have taken it a notch further. Don’t hold back!

    13. Little One (1): Technically, you complied with the assignment, but the fortune cookie played just a minor role. It could have been any word, that safe word, so why fortune cookie? You had the opportunity to tie her in a position, resembling a fortune cookie, and write texts that could have been fortune cookie-like. Or maybe that was your intention, but then you could have it more explicit.

    14. Slave’s deepest fantasy (1): As many of the stories, this too is a strong fantasy. But the fortune cookie part is very minimal. Why did her pussy remind him of a fortune cookie? Was it the taste? The shape? Or did it hold a mystery inside? Come on! You could have given us more.

    15. Good Enough To Eat (1): So, what was on the fortune cookie message? Sometimes, a fantasy can be very hot, but the story just isn’t . This is one of those, I am afraid. It has to do with a lot of things. One of them being that almost all sentences have the same structure. Just count the number of sentences you start with either Jane, Michael, he or she. See? The second thing is that it lacks tension or struggle. It’s all too clean, there is no conflict. Try to vary the structure of your sentences more and try to bring some conflict into your story.

    16. Carol’s Fortune Cookies (2): This is so cute!

    17. Written in the Stars (1): I applaud you for writing gay erotica. But this story was a bit dull, though. You started off with the astrology thing, and I had hoped you’d used that – together with the fortune cookie – in the plot. But it was just a boy-meets-boy-and-now-they-fuck kinda story. Too bad.

    18. Come On Eileen (8): A very romantic story. I liked how you put it into some decade in the past (with language and props). I did get the feeling that the end was a bit hasty. You could have said just a tiny bit more about that second part of the fortune, because that is the main issue that makes this story more interesting.

    19. Standing Ovation (4): The rhythm of this story is great, because you use short and long sentences alternately. This adds to the excitement of the main character. The ending was a bit cliché, but you did manage to use the fortune cookie in your story.

    20. Sir Made Dessert (9): A very hot story. The recurrence of the line of the fortune cookie, makes it stronger. Good job.

    21. Juice and Cookies (6): A very nice mixture of fantasy and realism.

    22. Sweet Revenge (1): I saw that coming from miles away.

    23. Breakfast of Champions (1): I am under the impression that you overthink every single sentence. It pays off, in a sense that nearly every sentence is a piece of art. But the downside is, it makes your story as a whole, less accessible.

    24. The Fortune Teller (3): I like the use of fortune cookie in your story. You managed to create a hot story, without making it too explicit. Nicely done.

    25. Two Cherries (10): Why that opening? If you left it out, the reader could’ve guessed. But a beautiful, sad story.

  3. BadKitten74 says:

    Everyone did a great job. They were very creative. I loved the ones that thought outside the box and used the prompt as something other than a typical fortune cookie. I did see some misuse of words and a few misspellings, even in my own. I’ve learned a lot and appreciate the opportunity to get this far in the competition. Good luck to everyone!

  4. This was quite a challenge. So many amazing stories, and clever approaches to the use of the prompt.
    No. 25. Two Cherries I loved the grittiness of this piece. Jack was a wholly believable character and one I could feel considerable empathy for – as did the anonymous woman he had the pleasure of encountering.
    No 23. Breakfast of Champions The erotic combativeness within this piece was tangible. My involvement was aided by a superb use of language, and the tension between an ordinary everyday event (making breakfast in a suburban house) and the charged encounters between the two people involved.
    No 22. Sweet Revenge A very clever contemporary tale which was both naughty and hot as well as wickedly funny. I’m sure there have been bakers in recent history who would resonate with and adore this sexy story.
    No 18. Come on Eileen There is nothing like a twist in the tale! This reminiscence of how a fortune cookie can foretell the course of a relationship was aided by sparkling conversations and believable characterisations.
    No. 16. Carole’s fortune cookies. An amusing and cheeky story which cleverly captured the dynamics of a stale relationship, a bold wife and a slightly reluctant husband. (Been there, done that, got the t-shirt…)
    No 10. Hunted by Fate. This dark mythic story forced me to slow down and reread it to be sure I understood and appreciated it’s subtleties. Having become lost all too many times in the erotic twists of fate, I could readily place myself in the position of the protagonist who gambles and loses.

  5. Marsha Adams says:

    1) Mystery Guest. This was hot, particularly as we didn’t know who ‘she’ was either, or why her skills were “not unfamiliar”. It was a little more ‘tell’ than ‘show’ at times: I didn’t need to be told that the narrator felt powerful, or reminded that they were in control, and those words might have been better spent on action or description.

    2) Baked Goods. I loved the first paragraph, but after that the eroticism often got lost in the mechanics of baking and kitchen arrangements: I felt I got a lot of details I didn’t need, that the author wasn’t trusting me to trust the characters to, for example, wear oven gloves or move things out of the way. The ending confused me a little: I guessed there were sexual forfeits on the fortunes, but the ending suggested four forfeits from three opened cookies?

    3) Smoke Break. I think I would have voted for this one if it could have been longer, if we could have had more sex after the excellent, clever build-up. I was a little put off by the phrase “anxious hole” and the extension of the persimmon metaphor to “juice running down his leg”: for me, at least, these were not erotic images.

    4) Agent Undercover. This was a little longer than 650 words, which is a pity because it could have been easily edited to length: there were lots of little details that didn’t seem to add anything meaningful (I didn’t know how or why Lia had any expectations about Beaumont’s shoulders, for example). The smut was nicely smutty but the story didn’t feel coherent at times: Beaumont seemed to be her client in the second sentence, and she headed off to “another assignment” that presumably didn’t come from a fortune cookie. The whole thing felt a bit rushed but it was good enough that I’d like to read an edited version.

    5) The Assignment. The beginning–assignment by anagram–was so implausible that I nearly gave up, and the transition from spilled creamer to sex was abrupt (and almost as implausible). The sex felt a little mechanical, possibly because there were a lot of short, “He did/she did” sentences.

    6) Your Fortune Awaits. This might sound petty, but we’re told what the server was wearing the second time she entered the room. That felt odd, like she might have changed since she took his order. (And then I got nearly to the end and found out that the “she” in the cheongsam was someone new, not the server. I would have liked to have been told that, because I automatically applied the pronoun to the ‘nearest’ character, the server). The smut seemed awkward: him looking at her face while she’s bending over backwards, rubbing his cheeks and chin against her wetness like he’s motorboating her fanny, not even touching her to pull her closer because he mustn’t “mark her skin” but then lifting her anyway, etc. There was an implausibility/inconsistency barrier between me and any eroticism.

    7) Memories. Politically incorrect feedback: I don’t think continuous, affirmative, verbal consent is sexy in real life, and it’s neither sexy nor necessary in a very short story. So it was nice when you abandoned it half-way through (though it made me wonder why it was there in the first place). There was a conflict between all the thoughtful, considerate questions and him suddenly commanding her not to come, to the extent that I wasn’t convinced by either character. Also, the title was too short.

    8) The Visitor. This reads like someone had a camping story and crowbarred a fortune cookie into it. It was a good story, but a little contrived.

    9) Get Lucky Cookies. This one baffled me. I like baking, but not so much that I’m going to get off to a recipe for fortune cookies. The little bit of story in the middle was hot, but this was another one that felt like the fortune cookie part was tacked on to meet the requirements (and as padding).

    10) Hunted by Fate. Another one that was over length and didn’t need to be, and another one where the fortune cookies seemed to be added on to a story that didn’t need them (there was nothing in the story that suggested fortune cookies were part of either character’s culture, and it could have been anything that she chose from). It took me a while to (possibly) work out what had happened in the story: I think the second pargraph is the beginning of a flashback, but there’s nothing to tell me that it isn’t happening after the thousand years mentioned in the first paragraph. I don’t know who he is, who she is, what her choice really meant, what the other two choices were… I was left a little confused by the whole thing, “alone with unanswered questions”.

    11) Club Sweet Fortune. Again, I’m not sure why there was a fortune cookie in this story (other than it was required this round). Everything else was pretty much perfect, though.

    12) A Crackin’ Cookie. For me, it was more amusing than erotic, but I liked it as a story, particularly the characterisation (the way the narrator needed constant reassurance from the reader).

    13) Little One. It felt a little bit like cheating to make “fortune cookie” her safe word, but it was such a good story I didn’t care. I didn’t vote for it though, because it was over length.

    14) Slave’s deepest fantasy. I wasn’t sure why slave thought “Fat chance” when she was told not to move: she couldn’t move? I think this could have been a good story with a little editing, but there were some very clumsy phrases (e.g. “She noticed the smell she noticed first”, “Meet Steve slave, your treat”, “gasped with almost involuntary pleasure”). And the inclusion of “fortune cookie” was particularly contrived.

    15) Good Enough To Eat. I also wrote a Chinese restaurant scene–not as good as this one–and I wanted my guy under the table too, but I couldn’t find a way to get him there. It didn’t occur to me to just have him do it. I liked this: it kept things simple and simple works. I would have voted for this one if I hadn’t voted for my own.

    16) Carol’s Fortune Cookies. I don’t think it ever works to correct your first sentence in your second: it doesn’t give me, as a reader, any confidence in the writer. I thought that having the sex ‘advice’ contained in fortune cookies was going to be contrived, but having the advice relate to Chinese food/culture took the curse off it a little. My main issue with this, though, was the almost complete absence of sex.

    17) Written in the Stars. A good story that could have used less set-up and more sex.

    18) Come On Eileen. Another one that was over length: it wouldn’t have been if the author hadn’t explained what a fortune cookie was. I didn’t understand why the explanation was there: they might have been new to the character at the time, but not in this reminiscence. I like the characters, although the dialogue sometimes disrupted the eroticism, and I loved the ending. The whole thing felt very personal and real.

    ++19) Standing Ovation. The title says it all. I voted for this one.

    20) Sir Made Dessert. If I’d had more than three votes, I’d have voted for this. But I only had three votes, so I had to find trivial, pedantic fault: there’s a possessive “its” with an apostrophe, I didn’t like “tinge of excitement” or “at this gesture”… none of the faults really detracted from the quality of the story, but they were enough to make this fourth or fifth in my estimation.

    21) Juice and Cookies. The title is a little off-putting. The story could have used more sex and less set-up (and fewer self-congratulatory displays of knowledge of Chinese liquor), but I voted for it anyway because I wrote it.

    ++22) Sweet Revenge. Perfect. Voted for it.

    23) Breakfast of Champions. I can’t easily say why I didn’t vote for this one, because it was a good story, well written and very hot. I think it might have been the six-year-old and the dog, which would have been an excellent little detail in a non-smutty flash story but felt out of place, almost disturbing, here. I don’t want children in my smut, even incidentally, and I don’t want “cockapoo” in an anal sex story.

    24) The Fortune Teller. I can’t decide whether the way “fortune cookie” was included was clever or a cop-out. I’m going to go with “it didn’t make sense to me”: his imaginary blowjob was his real fortune? I liked the story–as a story–but it took too long to build to too little smut and the ending blew it.

    25) Two Cherries. This was a great story but, for me, it was a little too sad to be hot.

  6. What a brilliant round this was. I think the prompt was actually really very tough as it very open ended which is almost harder than something very prescriptive but it does gives writers a chance to really show off their imagination and creativity.

    My feedback below is for the 9 stories I voted for and the rest of the stories in no particular order and as always if anyone wants to chat to me more about their piece feel free to get in touch

    24) The Fortune Teller

    You are the only writer who has used the prompt in a different way and huge bravo to you for that. This story is clever and exciting and totally different. The hallucination is hot but also slightly creepy and I really like that. This piece absolutely demanded the top spot in my list for being original and different.

    3) Smoke Break

    I really like this. Even though the dynamic does not speak to me sexually this piece is filthy and raw in all the right ways and the fortune cookie is pivotal to the story without feeling forced or contrived.

    25) Two Cherries

    Oh this is good. Another one that is a very inventive use of the prompt and just really strong writing that draws you into this bittersweet story.

    12) A Crackin’ Cookie

    The tension in this piece is delicious. I really like how the narrator talks directly to us. That really highlights the conflict they feel about what they are doing and that internal debate and slight disgust is hot. Good writing and a very original story.

    19) Standing Ovation

    Brilliant. I love this piece, fucking strangers in alleyways….. the short punchy sentences really work although the word primally after ‘we begin to fuck’ is absolutely not needed and actually feels a bit out of place. The fortune cookie is not central to the story but I didn’t really care because it was a really well written filthy story that turned me on.

    4) Agent Undercover

    This rattles along at a good solid pace that totally kept my attention the whole way through. The story is strong and the characters are well defined. I really liked that there was just enough for us to know that she actually desired him and it was not just performance sex for her job, that was what made this piece hot and it has a lovely little twist at the end as well as a plausible use of the fortune cookie.

    17) Written in the Stars

    There are some truly glorious lines in this lovely piece
    “and it’s hard to use a heart for loving when it’s hurting from overuse”
    “Jamie spilled with a frantic rough snap of his hips”
    to highlight just two that jumped out at me.
    It is not the hottest story to me but is beautifully written and transitions from tender vulnerability to raw fucking in a way that works.

    Although there is a mistake at the beginning of the second sentence of the penultimate paragraph.

    20) Sir Made Dessert

    Nicely done. I really love this line “Only eight words are on the piece of paper, but they hold me down as strong as any restraint.” Sexy and tender at the same time. Not the most inventive piece here but well executed
    15) Good enough to eat
    Great opening line. Definitely caught my attention. Also like that it is him going down on her rather than the other way which I feel is the more often written scenario. The public sex was not to too farfetched as to be impossible, it felt risky but in the right place doable. This piece definitely turned me on and made me want to find a quiet restaurant sometime soon.

    ***

    1) Mystery Guest

    The Fortune cookie is very incidental to the piece and it is a bit ‘He did, She did’ description of a scene rather than a story. I didn’t find myself connecting with this piece at all.

    2. Baked Goods

    I feel like this piece is missing something really important and that is what did the cookies say? What was the point of all that baking if she doesn’t read them out to him? The whole first bit with the baking seems somewhat irrelevant without that and that really bothered me.

    5. The Assignment

    Sadly the message in the cookie is just too farfetched. How would they know what the anagram meant without additional info and if there was additional info why both with the cookie. And there in lays the problem with this piece as I am hung on that detail and not involved in the story in any other way.

    6. Your Fortune Awaits

    I just couldn’t connect with this character. Who is he, why is he there? And I think because the young woman in this is not engaged in the sex in anyway discernible I didn’t particularly find it a sexy read

    7. Memories

    I did like this piece quite a lot but there just bits of the plot that felt out of place. I almost missed the reason for it being a one time only fuck. I mean just because he is moving out is not a reason unless he is moving to the other side of the planet and that was not mentioned. That hole in the plot stuck with me sadly and is why you missed out on any points.

    8. The Visitor

    I am not into camping at all but do you really go camping and order a Chinese? Maybe you do but it felt really contrived just to get the mention in and that made the whole thing not work for me.

    9. Get Lucky Cookies

    This starts off really well. Making the cookies to try to seduce him but then it feels like you didn’t know how to finish it and so just bunged the recipe on the end.

    10. Hunted by Fate

    I found this almost impossible to follow and by the end really had no idea what had happened and what it was about.

    11. Club Sweet Fortune

    I love the physical connection between them, the tied thighs and the holding hands, is intimate and sensual but I did find myself wondering what the whole thing was about so maybe framing this encounter in slightly more context would have helped. Why the rooms? Was it a contest or a test of some sort? Why was the other girl already in the room? Who WAS anyone in this story?

    13. Little One

    This is a nice idea but I feel for it to work the safe word need to be more important rather than just given a passing mention. If she was really being tested and the safe word was rolling around inside her head so that it became the focus of the story I think it would have worked better rather than as it is where it feels a bit incidental.

    14. Slave’s deepest fantasy

    Watch out for mistakes such as this ” She noticed the smell she noticed first.” One way to find them is to read your piece aloud to yourself. Also repeating words in a single sentence. You use nipple twice in one sentence and in the sentence prior you use nipples. That is a lot of nipples, try to use other words to break up that repetition.

    For me what is missing here is her feelings, you describe what is happening to her physically but not really what she is thinking. Is she scared, excited… she doesn’t seem to have any emotional response to what is happening to her.

    16. Carol’s Fortune Cookies

    This definitely has potential but I found Shane’s complete turnaround from reluctant and almost sulky to tossing her around the room a bit jarring. I do like the premise for the story but I think it needs a bit if reworking so it flows better.

    18. Come On Eileen

    But didn’t she make up what the fortune cookie said? I just found that bit to be all too vague to really pin this story together which is a shame as the writing is fairly strong. I was confused about the condom bit too and their laughter, was it meant to be uncomfortable laughter? I did really liked Eileen’s ‘voice’ though she comes across as is forthright and bold.

    21. Juice and Cookies

    I really like the opening sentence. Likening the noise to his belt definitely sets the tone of their relationship for the reader but I found his instant departure from the table at her miss-speaking odd and then her lurch into a fantasy was quite a jump.

    22. Sweet Revenge

    Sorry but this is not hot to me. Fucking among the cookies would have worked but putting his come into the mixture is crossing a line with regards to consent and trust that is not OK. I know it is fiction but I did not find it sexy just disturbing and somewhat distasteful.

    23. Breakfast of Champions

    There is some lovely writing here and this definitely has a beautiful sensual quality to it which ripens into something more sexual however I found the idea of using the egg as a lube a bit off putting and it is very easy to miss the fortune cookie in this story.

  7. 1. Overall, this is a great story. I love the unexpected surprise of another sexual partner introduced to the reader the same time as the man in the story. The only thing I can really complain about is some minor sentence structure errors. A couple words like ‘also’ could have been eliminated from chunks like “His cock was also already hard” could have been eliminated and strengthened the sentence, for example. Oh! I thought your use of ‘her’ to enunciate the addition of the mystery guest was risky, but well-executed.
    2. I feel like this story has a lot of build-up to a very erotic experience for the characters. I love the whole experience of making these cookies in lingerie, and the sub acting as the shelf, but I find myself wishing for more. Which isn’t a bad thing, as you had my attention throughout. But I would have liked to see more of what would have happened after.
    3. I had a nice chuckle at all the comparisons to fruit! But in a good way. It’s nicely paced, but I find that the sex scene is over very quickly. I know the word limit is a killer, but I think there may have been a few things you could have changed to allow a bit more room for eroticism. But had the word limit not been an issue, I could see this turning into a much larger tale.
    4. I love the amount of character description that you used in this story, and your prose is very much appreciated. However, this is another entry I felt suffered a little because the erotic scenes were over just as quickly as it began. But, again, if word limit was not an issue, I could see this stretched out into an amazing story.
    5. I like the use of the fortune cookie as an anagram for an assignment, very creative. I’m always a sucker for seduction stories, so I found this very exciting. The only thing that bothered me was an excessive use of ‘she/he’ at the start of many sentences. Often times, you can avoid this by specifying whose perspective we’re in (her’s), and continue without using pronouns, unless the perspective changes to ‘him’.
    6. This one I really like! I can appreciate using a quick backstory to get you into the action so you have more words to dedicate to the eroticism. Description was fantastic, and although I had to google what a cheongsan is, I’m glad I did. It made my experience all the better. There’s really nothing I can complain about. Well done!
    7. That’s a memory I’d want to relive again and again as well! I love how the past plays out in her mind at the same pace she pleases herself. I did have a little trouble with some sentences in your paragraphs all starting with ‘She’. As we’re in her perspective, we know we’re still talking about her, so there’s not much need to keep saying ‘she’. Other than that, this was gold!
    8. Threesomes and group sex are always a pleasure for me to read, so this got me going. But the plot was a bit difficult to follow. Things were happening very suddenly, but I suspect that was due, in part, to the word limit you had. I think you also missed adding the snapping noise they heard, as they had reacted to it, but no mention of the actual snapping sound actually occurred. When they said, “Shit, what was that?” I thought it was someone else hearing Jen’s groan. Still, I’d love to see this turned into a full-length story!
    9. What an interesting idea for a story! I thought the idea for writing this like a sexy cooking blog post was very inspired decision. It’s risky to do when you have a word limit, though, and half of those words are now taken up by a recipe. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love this idea, and may try to steal it, but I think the word limit makes it bad for this competition. But seriously, you should do this again outside the competition!
    10. This was an interesting entry to read. I could tell there had been a lot of thought and imagination put into this, and a much larger story is hidden beneath the surface. I certainly want to see more, and learn what else this story has to tell, but I think the word limit hinders this story’s true potential. Outside this competition, where length isn’t an issue, I think this could work much better.
    11. This was very well done with great description, lots of action, and a satisfying ending. Bravo!
    12. An interesting little tale! I don’t think most people could combine a fortune cookie and ass worship into a story and make it work. I’m impressed!
    13. Incredibly hot and very well-written! I love your description and imagery here. I only wish I could read more of what’s to come. But all of this great build-up makes the ending seem a bit dissatisfying in comparison. Really, it’s only the word-limit that stops this from being an amazing work of smut.
    14. I really enjoyed your description of touch and scent over sight when it came to stimulation. However, I feel this story could have used a bit of editing. In the fourth paragraph, you wrote, “She noticed the smell she noticed first”. Other parts could have used a bit of review as well. But as for the story itself, I found myself wishing there was more. So good job!
    15. Very well done. The story flowed very well, and the imagery was good.
    16. I love the premise of this story, and wish there was more. However, the lack of erotic action makes this feel like it was over before it started. I wish there was some more action to enjoy.
    17. I love the emotional connection developing between these two. The eroticism and sensuality is almost seamless here. There was only one minor spelling error near the end, but i won’t hold it against you. Well done!
    18. This was enjoyable, and I do love a fiery redhead with an attitude to match. But the pace of the story feels off. It felt like things moved very quickly. It may have been better if there wasn’t so much happening within 650 words. Were this a full-length story, I’d give this a 10.
    19. [1] Wow! What a tale! The use of language was exhilarating, and conveyed a kind of sexual hunger that was primal and urgent. I loved it!
    20. [1](My entry)
    21. Very intriguing. You certainly fooled me a couple times into thinking kitten was about to get something she was only imagining. Well done!
    22. I like the way the sexual tension builds up between the characters, and leads to this playful encounter. Loved it!
    23. Wow, there was a hell of a lot going on in this story. I like that you did that, but the execution wasn’t very easy on the eyes. Tons of thoughts, actions, and emotions were packed into single sentences. Having dozens of short-phrase expressions separated by commas kinda hurt you here. A shorter scene would have allowed for more elaborate description without running down your word-count.
    24. An interesting concept, but I’m not sure how well it works for this theme. I enjoyed your description, and the characters seem very relatable. But experiencing this as an illusion wasn’t really that exciting for me. Still, it’s very well-written.
    25. [1]Wow. That was… wow! It was emotional, relatable, and sexy all at once. I found myself wanting to know more about this story, wanting to read more. This was cleverly crafted. Bravo to you!

  8. 1) Mystery Guest
    I enjoyed the unexpected guest and you described the blow job in a very steamy way. I wanted more from the fortune cookie. Hot story. I wanted to know what happened next!

    2) Baked Goods
    The idea of being bound while watching someone cook was so intriguing that I wrote it down in my “must do” book. The anticipation in this scene was very yummy.

    3) Smoke Break
    This alleyway snapshot had excellent action that took the reader into the a happy mindspace of wanting. I voted for this one!

    4) Agent Undercover
    I liked the mystery genre and the characters had good chemistry.

    5) The Assignment
    Great premise and very creative scenario. The sex scene was super hot!

    6) Your Fortune Awaits
    Goodness this was a fantastic story. It was original and made this kitty purr! I voted for this one!

    7) Memories
    Great scene! I didn’t like smelling the cookie wrapper as a vehicle to motivate sex, but to each their own.
    8) The Visitor
    The cookie felt out of place here, but the tent sex was well written.

    9) Get Lucky Cookies
    This reminded me of making fortune cookies in college for my husband. Cute idea!

    10) Hunted by Fate
    I wanted so much more information in this story. I think it just needed to be longer to get the full effect of the erotisicm.

    12) A Crackin’ Cookie
    I love the uncertainty and description in this scene. The voice was spot on and it was a wonderfully written snap shot. Love love loved it!

    13) Little One
    I love those two words. Oh my yes…this tickled my fancy.

    14) Slave’s deepest fantasy
    It was a great lead up but I wanted more oomph from the actual sex. It’s a wildly hot idea!
    15) Good Enough To Eat
    This one had me all all steamed up and ready to tip over. I love doing sexy things in restaurants.
    16) Carol’s Fortune Cookies
    This was a very cute idea and I could feel his reluctance turn to excitement.

    17) Written in the Stars
    I love the phrase “snap of his hips.” Very shivery good.

    18) Come On Eileen
    Sexy hot sex scene, but the story ended so sadly! I suppose some do, but I could see this as a small part to a larger piece.

    19) Standing Ovation
    I read this one aloud. The staccato phrases really became more intense when read aloud. It was jarring to read in my head, but spoken aloud yeeeeowza! You should do an audio recording of this one.

    20) Sir Made Dessert
    “Keep your hands on the table.” YES PLEASE! I made my sir play this with me after we read your story. So heavenly! Loved it!

    21) Juice and Cookies

    “Mews of pleasure.” Oh I’ve been there! Great phrasing!

    22) Sweet Revenge
    EWWW it’s in the batter! This one made me squeal out loud. Very original take on the assignment
    23) Breakfast of Champions
    Beautiful imagery of two lovers

    24) The Fortune Teller
    Five bucks! What a bargain! The idea was really cool, but left me wanting a bit more.

    25) Two Cherries
    What a scene! I’ve read lots of stories similar to this, but this one was really well done.

  9. 1) Mystery Guest – Although this is good writing that flows well, I was disappointed that the fortune cookie prompt didn’t feature more centrally. It felt a bit as if the fortune cookie had been worked into a more generic/pre-prepared story. Sorry!

    2) Baked Goods – There are some lovely lines – such as ‘compass-walks her fingers along the inside of his thigh’ in this, and the premise is clever, but I was hoping for some kind of twist at the end. Also, I wasn’t sure what was meant by the ‘three edges’ bit, I’m afraid.

    3) Smoke Break – Very clever premise, lovely structure using the fortunes, and brave to include unsexy details like the polyester ill-fitting trousers. Only complaint was that I found the last line a bit cheesy.

    4) Agent Undercover – Although the fortune cookie wasn’t quite tangential to the plot in this story, I would still have liked it to play a more major role. I’m afraid I also struggled to care about the characters, but the writing flowed nicely.

    5) The Assignment – a clever story, but as with some of the others, the reason it wasn’t a favourite of mine was because I struggled to care about the characters. This may be my fault though – it may be that mystery just isn’t my genre!

    6) Your Fortune Awaits – I liked the way you inverted the traditional narrative here by having him be the one who serves the woman first. Sadly, I didn’t personally find this erotic, but that may well be a personal taste thing.

    7) Memories – I really liked the beginning of this story and the flashback/sex scene was very sexy. For me, I’d have preferred if it didn’t then jump back to her masturbating – I was really getting into it and found that jump a bit jarring. Great story, I just think you may have tried to fit a bit too much into 650 words.

    8) The Visitor – Super hot. I just … didn’t really understand the paragraph about the actual fortune cookie and so that bit felt a little superfluous?

    10) Hunted by Fate – A clever and sexy story, but I wonder if it was a bit ambitious to achieve in 650 words? You needed a lot of words to words to build the atmosphere and the world, and therefore to me it felt like the part where they were deciding her fate was a little rushed.

    11) Club Sweet Fortune – I think lots of people will like this story – it’s sexy! – but it wasn’t for me because the character motivation/emotions weren’t clear. Sorry!

    12) A Crackin’ Cookie – I didn’t find this erotic, I’m afraid, but I do think you’re a great writer and this is a really fun romp.

    13) Little One – the bit with the marker is absolutely my kink and I found it very sexy, but I was really hoping you’d find a way to make the fortune cookie more integral to the story than just having it as the safe word.

    14) Slave’s deepest fantasy – I find it very hard to give useful feedback on things which aren’t particularly my kink, as I suspect people who do have a master/slave kink will find this hot. For me personally, I’d have preferred the characters to have names and for the fortune cookie to play a bigger role in the story.

    15) Good Enough To Eat – I very much liked the scene setting – I could really visualise the inside of the restaurant, and the fact that it was Jane treating Michael to the meal rather than vice versa. The only thing I wasn’t sure about was why she was so delighted by the chopsticks – she seemed independent and intelligent, so I found it hard to believe this would be the first time she’d used them.

    16) Carol’s Fortune Cookies – Plausible scenario and the fortunes themselves were funny. I didn’t find this particularly erotic, however, and I wasn’t sure why the hen night was needed – it felt like a device you were using just to introduce the cookies and other props.

    17) Written in the Stars – Very erotic – the sex was extremely well-written, I thought. The only thing I wondered was whether it was plausible that Jamie’s first lover would have had such an effect on him as to leave him pining for so long.

    18) Come On Eileen – Nicely plotted story, with some lovely lines like only the bit about the crows being in the actual fortune. The dialogue mostly felt appropriate for the time this is presumably set in, but some bits of it, like ‘Would that be suitable?’ either didn’t ring quite true for me or made me cringe a little – like the bit about the overcoat. I also think if you cut the final line you might give the ending more impact. It feels a little too neatly rounded off at the moment.

    19) Standing Ovation – Very hot story, and nice use of the fortune cookie. I could have got off to this one, I reckon. Only complaint was that I wondered if it could have done with one final proofread – is there a word missing in ‘There, seated at the next table, alone, staring, confident, smiling – he can only be about twenty-five.?

    20) Sir Made Dessert – Sweet story, but it felt a little clichéd to me, I’m afraid. It might also be worth taking a look at some of your word choices and simplifying them – ‘deliberately’ and ‘inarticulate’ didn’t quite work, I thought. Sorry!

    21) Juice and Cookies – Some lovely/hot lines in this, like ‘I imagine his belt making that sound, only louder’ and the dialogue between the two characters is very good too. I also thought the fact that the couple knew Mrs Lau made the whole thing much more plausible than it might otherwise have been.

    22) Sweet Revenge – I liked this a lot. You get a really good sense of the characters and some of the descriptions, like the ‘Rorschach blots,’ are excellent.

    23) Breakfast of Champions – I thought it was wonderful how much of the story you dedicated to the sex in this, and the details were super vivid – I loved the dropped egg with its unbroken yolk. The only issue with this was that it felt more like an erotic vignette than a story, to me – I couldn’t really spot much plot, I’m afraid.

    24) The Fortune Teller – By rights, I’m not sure this should be sexy, and yet somehow it manages to be. I’d also like to say I’d like the fortune cookie to be more central to the action, but actually, using it as a pet name does work well, I think!

    25) Two Cherries – Really good story – loved the historical slant. The only thing I think you could work on is maybe ensuring you describe Jack during the sex as much as you do his lover – we know she has ‘narrow hips’ but much less about him (although if you intend it to be very much from him viewpoint, this is understandable).

  10. The variety and creative in this round was fantastic! I also found this to be the most erotic and arousing round of entries yet. As always please remember this feedback is only my personal opinion and I am very far from being a skilled or knowledgeable writer.

    1. You definitely managed to cojusr up a sexy scenario! I like how you used italics for ‘her’, very clever.
    2. I felt the first bit dragged a bit, but when you got to the hot stuff I didn’t want it to end so soon. I think I’d have liked it better with more time spent on the playing, rather than baking.
    3. So well written and so damn hot! This was definitely one of the most arousing entries for me. I didn’t love the cheesy bits with the fortunes, but that’s personal preference and others would feel differently.
    4. Absolutely brilliant! I really couldn’t fault one word in this entry. It was a fantastic idea, executed perfectly from start to finish.
    5. It was unfortunate your entry was placed straight after such a similar one. However, what really made this great to me was how arousing it was to read. You had a fantastic idea and filled it with sexy stuff. I loved this entry and had I had an extra vote it would have been for this.
    6. Beautifully erotic. The beginning made me expect an obvious story line, but then the twist was fantastic!
    7. I liked this. It was cute and sexy and makes me think of the times I’ve taken an orgasmic trip down memory lane.
    8. I really liked how the ending wrapped this up and think you came up with a great idea for your entry. With the weather how it is right now, it is easy to imagine!
    9. I definitely like the idea of a sex AND baking blog! I’d be a loyal reader. I think given the word limit for this assignment it would have been better to start the recipe and then put a ‘read more…’ It would have given you more words to work with for the erotic part whilst still clearly being a recipe blog post.
    10. I was slightly confused by this one as it isn’t a genre I ever read. It was very imaginative though and I can definitely see fans of the genre wanting to read more.
    11. I don’t know where they are, but I know I want to go! This was an absolutely fantastic idea and was written very well.
    13 – Ooo I love how you included the assignment, very clever! I feared the story was going to be a bit dull but the writing on her and the photography soon changed that.
    14 – I did like the story and idea, but feel you need to practice your punctuation as I found that really distracting.
    15 – You’ve definitely mastered writing an erotic scene! The only thing I could say is that I personally felt their names were used a lot.
    16 – I liked this as it seemed like a genuine experience a couple might have. I do think though that it needed something to make it stand it.
    17 – Oh so cheesy, but the guy on guy action made it steamy hot too!
    18 – I thoroughly enjoyed reading this story! I love that you wrote it in a different time period and your characters were expertly portrayed. Fantastic work! I really was torn on voting as I desperately wanted to vote for this one too.
    19 – I do wish you’d included a condom, but that’s probably just the sex nerd in me! I think her character came through so well and I loved how she described herself as ‘a wilful capture’.
    20 – Extremely hot! I especially loved the part where you wrote that the words were as strong as any restraint.
    21 – Voted! Absolutely loved it! It was such an arousing read from start to finish. A fantastic idea, expertly written.
    22 – Wow! This really got me flustered. You definitely know how to write sex!
    23 – I didn’t love the way this was written at first, but once I got into the flow I could appreciate the skill. It certainly isn’t a form of writing I’d ever be able to do! It’s erotic in such a beautiful way.
    24 – This was amusing and weirdly hot too! I absolutely love how you used the prompt word, so clever.
    25 – Voted! This definitely hit my emotions, for so many reasons. I think this was a brave and beautiful entry, with a fantastic ending.

  11. May says:

    So many great stories. Please remember I am new to fiction writing so this is just my opinion regarding three of the entries.

    21)This is a very hot story and I really like how she imagines all the things that he could do. Her anxiety builds nicely during the tale just like her climax. Another thing I like is the how the story is set out on the page – my eye is automatically drawn to continue to read.

    9)like the directness of the writing style but thought the recipe was not needed – would have liked another hot sex scene 😉

    13)very much like the idea of this tale and the story flowed nicely. But I did find, for me, there was too much use of pronouns.

    • Hey May, don’t put yourself down. Your feedback is really useful and feedback is always welcome, both from those who consider themselves experienced writers and those who don’t x

  12. Marie Rebelle says:

    1) Mystery Guest
    The last sentence of this story made me scroll back to the beginning, wondering whether I have missed something. Who is asking this question? The story is not bad, though, but it misses something. A bit of background, maybe?

    2) Baked Goods
    I have difficulty reading and grasping this story because of the long sentences and frequent use of comma’s. The story will be much stronger if you alternate between long and short sentences and use less comma’s.

    3) Smoke Break
    I love how you have used the fortune cookie prompt throughout your sexy story!

    4) Agent Undercover
    This made me think of the movie Mr. and Mrs. Smith, which I loved, and I love this story too. The characters are good, the story is strong. Definitely one of my favorites!

    5) The Assignment
    I like stories with prompts where the use of the prompt appears at the end and again in the end. Your using the fortune cookie as an anagram is very well found! Liked this story a lot!

    6) Your Fortune Awaits
    A good use of the prompt, but even though this is a good story, it didn’t do it for me. There was something missing to it. I cannot decide whether it might be because I wanted to know about the fortune cookie earlier or whether it was something else.

    7) Memories
    A lovely use of the prompt, making her remember such a sexy encounter!

    8) The Visitor
    A hot story! Love that you made the main part between him and Ton and not between Jen and Tom. Also like the implication of the fortune cookie in the snapping sound and how you brought the fortune cookie in your story later. I just would have loved to know what the paper said, even though I like that you kept the reader guessing in the end.

    9) Get Lucky Cookies
    I love the idea of this story, where you have included the recipe, even though it is risky to do. people either like it or they don’t. I loved the first part of it and actually expected the recipe to have a kinky sound to it. I would have loved if you have mixed some erotic words in with the recipe.

    10) Hunted by Fate
    I have read this story a couple of times to try and fully understand what it is about, but I think I need more details. I think this story would have been stronger if you had more words, which of course could not due to the assignment. I’m not saying this is a bad story, only that I don’t fully understand it. Sorry.

    11) Club Sweet Fortune
    Such a sexy, hot story, and well written too! I think you should continue this, so we all can read what happens in the other rooms!

    12) A Crackin’ Cookie
    I like the conversational type of writing, where you are speaking to the reader, and I like the bits of humor in the story. I would have liked it even more if there was a bit more sex in it.

    13) Little One
    This is a nice story and it definitely followed the rules, but there’s something missing and I cannot quite put my finger to what it is. I’ve read it a couple of times, and really there is nothing wrong with it, but it misses some kind of eroticism, I think. Sorry.

    14) Slave’s deepest fantasy
    There is something about being used by someone else than your own Master that is just so sexy! I like the original way in which you have used ‘fortune cookie’.
    Tip: watch out with using the same word too close to each other in your story, like ‘willingly’ and ‘realised’.

    15) Good Enough To Eat
    Mmmm sex in public is just so sexy and hot! I like this story but what I would have wanted to see at the end is the message on the piece of paper in her fortune cookie, with something written on it to sort of underline the sexiness in your story.

    16) Carol’s Fortune Cookies
    A sexy little story and I like that you have built your story around the fortune cookies.

    17) Written in the Stars
    Starting with the stars and ending with it, is something I really like, as it brings the story full circle. Lovely story and love the emotions when Jamie saw the tattoo. Even though the fortune cookies don’t play a big role in this story, it works for me.

    18) Come On Eileen
    I love this story and somehow I think there’s more to it, but obviously with the word restriction you couldn’t write more. I want to know what went wrong with the relationship as it seemed they were quite into each other, even though William at times seemed a bit ‘awkward’.

    19) Standing Ovation
    Oh yes, I really like the spontaneity of the two characters in this story, as both of them get from their encounter what they wanted and then they parted again. And the message inside the fortune cookie? Perfect. Well done!

    20) Sir Made Dessert
    Putting the message in the fortune cookie central in your story worked really well. It’s sexy and keeps the attention from beginning to end.
    One tip: check the use of its and it’s.

    21) Juice and Cookies
    I like that the fortune cookie doesn’t feature in your story only once, but that it’s there in the beginning and the end. What I also like about this story is her fantasy, and then the sexy bit which leads to her climax. Well done!

    22) Sweet Revenge
    This made me smile. If only the happy couple knew how special their fortune cookies are. Nice story!

    23) Breakfast of Champions
    Definitely a nice story, but unfortunately I had difficulty to keep my attention with this story due to too many comma’s. I think if you rewrite this and use less comma’s and sentences with different lengths, the story will be much stronger.

    24) The Fortune Teller
    I love your use of the prompt ‘fortune cookie’ – top points for originality. The story itself is brilliant too, the way you have built it up to a crescendo and then the little twist at the end.

    25) Two Cherries
    You totally had me at ‘Hanoi, Vietnam, 1969.’.
    I love all the elements you have added to the story, the fear, the sadness. You have captured beautifully how kids suddenly had to be adults to fight a stupid war. In a short piece you have shown us not only his character, but also that of the girl. If I participated in voting, you would definitely have had one of my votes!

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