Smut Marathon 2019: Voting Round 4

In round 3 there were 63 writers and the same 63 writers received the fourth assignment. Right after the assignment was sent, one writer withdrew from the marathon, and another withdrew about a week before the assignment was due. Another 6 writers didn’t send in their assignments, leaving us with 55 stories for this round, and the unique situation that ALL writers will go through to the next round of the marathon. However, they still need all the votes to accumulate points to go through to the second half of the marathon.

Am I alarmed by these numbers? As said before, no, I am not. This is as part of the competition as it is that there are writers who work hard to make it to the finish line, the final round, and maybe even the podium waiting at the end. Part of this knockout race is that people drop out along the line. Just look at a real marathon — there are many people there who don’t make it to the end, for various reasons. With the Smut Marathon it’s the same. People drop out because they realize a writing competition is not their thing, because of personal reasons, because they just didn’t have the time to write, because they don’t like the assignments, because… there are many reasons.

That said, let’s focus on the assignment, and most of all, the 55 sexy stories waiting for you below!

The assignment

eavesdropThe fourth assignment was as follows:

“Eavesdropping”

Specific requirements:
– Using the word “eavesdropping” in your story is not compulsory, but it should be clear that your story is about eavesdropping..
– your story is between 225-250 words. No less, no more.
– give your story a title of 2-4 words (this is not part of the word count required)

Congratulations to all writers who have sent in their stories!

Please note: Entries are not placed in the order in which they have been received. A randomizer has been used to order the entries.

What should you do now?

Read all entries – you have a week to do so – and vote for the three metaphors you find the 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 3 May 2019 at 23.00 CET (see countdown in the sidebar).
  • Results of the voting round will be published on this site on 5 May 2019 and then I will announce the author of each story.

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 chose. Make sure your feedback is composed in such a way that the writers can learn something from it. This will be highly appreciated.

Enjoy reading and start voting!

~ Marie Rebelle
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1) Sexcapades Toy Shop

As I peruse Sexcapades, looking at porn and dildos, a couple enters and immediately heads for the booths in the back.

This should be interesting.

I walk past their booth, trying to see through the flimsy curtain. This wasn’t exactly the scenario I imagined when I walked into the shop, but Jack and Jill will do…

The booth next to theirs is empty. I slip through the curtain and run my hand up my miniskirt, pushing aside my thong, caressing my clit as giggling and hushed cries of pleasure sound from next door.

Thumps rebound against the wall and I peek through one of the glory holes. Jack, on his knees, licks Jill’s cunt. Her hand guides his actions from the back of his head.

“Honey!” Jill’s hand pokes at his shoulder

Jack emerges from her cunt and smiles.

“Go for it, sugar. That’s why we came here!”

They skootch a little and I can’t see anything.

A different hole reveals Jill sucking a cock through a glory hole on the other side of their booth while Jack licks her pussy. The cock grows hard and I start to rub my clit, occasionally sliding a finger inside me.

Jack turns Jill around, so the cock can fuck her as he shoves his own in her mouth.

This is too much for me. I back away from the wall, moaning out my orgasm as Jack’s dick emerges from the hole I was just looking through.

My turn.


2) Doing time

It was hot and stuffy and the air was heavy. That damp musk that was unmistakably sex was everywhere. Afternoon sunlight came streaming through the windows and bounced off dancing dust particles carried in the warm air.

The underwear she’d carefully chosen had been hastily pulled off within seconds of the door closing, his cock was out and she’d massaged it to rock hard while their mouths tasted each other. The caravan rocked slightly as he hoisted her onto the table.

He could tell she was glancing at the clock but he knew it wasn’t out of boredom. “Four minutes” she managed to say between gasping for air and ravaging his mouth with hers. As the clock approached the one minute mark, they came together; a glorious, loud, unbridled, resounding orgasm that held nothing back. They deserved no less.

The thin door to the caravan creaked open as the guard was about to hammer his fist against it. It sat in a courtyard watched by two guards and a line of jittery, restless couples.

They walked out across the yard, squinting at the sunlight reflecting off the exposed concrete underfoot. Everyone present was watching them both except the next couple who entered quickly, eager to make the most of their ten minutes of fun.

After one last kiss she was resecured in shackles before being led into the bowels of the prison. He savoured all he could of her as she turned down a corridor until next time.


3) Hackers are Perverts Too

It had been easy to get access to the webcam. Too easy.

It wasn’t like Hal wasn’t expecting him. They’d arranged the bet a week ago, filled with teenage bravado and cheap cider. They’d set terms, asked Lola to hold the two of them accountable, and shaken on it.

And still after that, it had just taken sending a file, and typing one command.

> webcam_snap

The photo was all Ira needed to win, but he was nothing if not curious. He didn’t understand what he was seeing in the darkness, and that meant he wanted to.

> run webcam-p /var/www

The first thing Ira noticed from the stream was the sound, loud moans filling his headphones as he realised what he was seeing. Hal and Lola, her legs wrapped around him, blue hair splayed out on the pillow as he fucked into her.

“You’re gorgeous”, Hal’s voice was breathless. As much as Ira felt like he should look away, he couldn’t.

“So are you”, Lola’s eyes darted towards the webcam as she spoke. And that’s when everything made sense to Ira.

It had been easy because it was meant to be easy. Because Hal and Lola wanted Ira to see them like this. Ira’s breath hitched, wondering how long they’d been fucking, hoping he was watching. Ira moaned, wanting desperately to touch himself through the thin denim of his jeans.

Hal spoke again, almost laughing between each panted word.

“The webcam light’s on, Ira. We know you’re watching.”


4) Room 204

Michael closed the door of the minibar, returned to his bed and sat down. He unscrewed the metal cap and emptied the contents of the tiny whiskey bottle into the plastic cup. The news channel was spectacularly uninteresting, and he turned the sound down to practically inaudible. Leaning against the wall, he sipped his drink, instantly feeling the alcoholic warmth spreading through his body.

”Mmm!”

A female voice came through the wall behind him.

”Mmm! Yes!”

Michael couldn’t help but smile. Someone was having a good time in there.

”Yeah?” a male voice gasped. ”You like that?”

”Fuck yeah!” the woman cried. ”Harder! Harder! Don’t Stop!”

Who were they? Michael wondered. Had he seen them in the lobby? For some reason he imagined an elegant woman in a long, black dress and heels – now naked in bed next door, some muscular stranger plunging his fat cock into her cunt over and over …

Michael had always enjoyed the sounds of sex. And now he felt blood rushing to his soft member, making it throb and harden as the couple next door kept crying out loud in unison:

”Oh! Oh!”

Michael looked out of the window. Against the night sky, windows lit up in the buildings around the hotel. Sitting on the bed, he’d be clearly visible from anywhere nearby.

Thinking it over, he decided he couldn’t care less. He zipped down and took his stiffening cock in his hand.


5) Always present

I flirted the evening away, putting faces to names, greeting strangers like old friends. There were moments I felt alive and real. I was liked, approved of, popular even.

I was careful to respect Sir, to keep him in my mind despite his absence. I spoke to other men, courtesy and protocol ever present.

Later that evening I told Sir all about my little adventure, he was so proud. I glowed. The next morning messages trickled into my inbox, one stood out as being more curious. As my messages are available to Sir at all times, he read, and chose to communicate directly with him. Some may say it’s eavesdropping, I call it ownership. My ears burned, my imagination danced away.

We had often discussed involving another, was this now? Was this him? I couldn’t concentrate.

Eventually a message arrived, strangely enough it didn’t look the same, it wasn’t, it was a group message, the three of us. I was being handed over for forty eight hours to this man, almost a stranger, yet not. The group message formally gave his permission to another to make use of me.

Sir promised to continue to be present, and would step in if necessary, he would continue to observe, to read, to consensually dip into my private conversations.

I let go of my inhibitions, revelled in the fantasy, and behaved like a slut, whilst safe in the knowledge I was being watched, listened to, and adored.


6) Who needs breakfast?

Lying wide awake in the guest bedroom, I heard Liam’s and Carrie’s voices filtering through the wall.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

There was a giggle, a squeal. I listened, waiting.

“I thought you’d like your coffee, Sir. Perhaps some food?”

“Oh, I’m hungry. Slip that off. Good. Now, hands on the desk.”

A hot pang shot from my chest to my pussy.

“Yes, Sir. What can I get you, Sir?”

“Your backside pointing up and your legs apart. Open them, please, Miss McKenzie.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Miss McKenzie, you’re wet. Let me deal with that.”

Heat filled my body as Carrie’s moans grew louder, longer. My knees fell open, fingertips enticing my clit as my juices began to pool.

“Now, keep your palms flat on the desk. I want you to take my cock. All of it. Show me what a good secretary you are.”

“Oh fuck, yes Sir… Oh…”

I could hear the bed creaking rhythmically, gaining force. Liam’s grunts meshed with Carrie’s panted moans, and I plunged my fingers inside myself, meeting their sounds thrust for thrust, stifling my own gasps with the pillow. As the last, long, orgasmic moan came through the wall, so did I.

Carrie giggled. “Well, that was better than bacon and eggs.”

I was still flushed when Liam knocked and entered, wearing only his boxers.

“I was wondering what you’d like for breakfast.”

My pussy throbbed, as I smiled and bit my lip. “The same as Carrie, please.”


7) Maîtresse du Roi

Diane’s plaintive moans told the queen all she needed to know: Henri would not be coming to her bed tonight.

So it was most nights: she prayed the rosary in her chambers with her ladies-in-waiting, stripped to her nightgown, and lifted the loose floorboard once those muffled, primal sounds reached her ears.

Catherine believed it grotesque: her husband had vowed before God and country to love and honor her, yet he maintained an infatuation with a woman nearly twenty years his senior.

In the room below, she heard him grunt while his partner released a satisfied sigh. She knew what his body felt like in the carnal act: smooth skin, rippling muscles hardened from athletic pursuits, and thrusts as accurate as a metronome. He did not tenderly kiss her lips, nor caress her breasts, nor even compel her arousal for either her comfort or ease. Like everything else for the king, the activities in their bedchamber were diplomatic matters where she played the part of subject and he the nonchalant conqueror.

In the room below, Catherine heard the distinct sound of a large hand swatting plump flesh, accompanied by a throaty feminine cry. Though it was sinful to covet, she was in the peculiar position of coveting her husband’s passion. She yearned for his hands to grip her buttocks, his teeth to graze her nipples, or his tongue to tease her peak.

As the happy lovers continued their progress, Catherine swallowed tears and placed her hand between her open legs.


8) Overheard Whispers

As a people watcher I hear a lot that transpires around me. Some would say I am eavesdropping but it’s just part of what happens

“Hey I don’t think he can hear us” The slightly intoxicated well-dressed guy said. “I promise I’ll be quiet”

“No babe, plus I think he can see us. You know they have camera in these taxies.” said the blonde dressed as a playboy bunny.

I chuckled because I am far from deaf as their discussion continued. Apparently he thought it would be a good idea for her to give him some relief from his tight pants and the growing need.

“Come on baby, what else are we going to do?” his pleading had a hint desperation to it.

“No, he will know.”

I coughed hiding my snicker. Part of me hoped she would give into the exhibitionist nature of her amorous partner. I could see him kiss her slender neck and nibble her ear in the mirror.

“Don’t you think it would be hot doing it in the back of this car?” he whimpered

“Babe this isn’t like the bus. We can’t hide what we are doing.” She protested while her hand caressed his thigh.

“We will be at the bar in ten minutes.” I chimed so they would know she had time if he was a minute man.

“See he can hear us!” she protested

The rest of the ride was very quiet as I could feel the tension, though they continued some light petting.


9) Ginos’s Cocktails

Thanks to the recent demise of her wealthy husband, Bella Trunch found herself in the happy position of having sufficient funds to indulge her profligate whims.

At least that’s how I saw it, as I lay, pleasantly pissed, on a lounger at one of her summer lunch-cum-pool parties.

All the guests had left, apart from Stacie, who’d brought me. She was talking to Bella a few feet away. Even their laughter, as brash as the gaudy rings adorning their chubby fingers, could not stop me from nodding off, but later, upon overhearing my name, I was all ears.

‘Is your friend Tanya all right? She’s been sleeping for ages.’

‘Yeah. She doesn’t get out much these days bless her. Not used to the drink.’

‘Well not Gino’s cocktails at any rate,’ said Bella, braying like an asthmatic donkey.

‘Talking of which, where is your toy boy?’

‘House boy, please Stace. He’s changing for dinner.’

‘You know, Gino might be able to help Tanya out.’

‘How so?’

‘Well, she’s not had a fella in months.’

‘ A mercy fuck you mean?’

‘Yeah, why not.’

I leapt up to protest against their scheming but was left speechless at the sight of Gino, stark naked, apart from a pair of silk knickers, which had lost the battle to contain his magnificent erection.

‘Oh Tanya darling,’ beamed Bella. ‘Perfect timing. Come over and say hello to Gino.’

She stroked his cock enticingly.


10) The Puppeteer

The GPS tracker led me to a foreign parking lot and to our truck in front of an apartment building. I parked, unafraid of being seen, and walked up to the driver’s side door. I heard a woman’s moan from above me.

I looked up at an open window, its shades pulled up, the room dimly lit.

“Fuck me,” she moaned again and I heard a muffled male voice.

Then more clearly, “Gladly, baby. Forever.”

My heart raced, my blood boiled, my breath quickened. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the truck door and slid in behind the wheel, the door still ajar. I sat motionless, my heart breaking with each thigh slap and headboard slam that reverberated down through the night spring air.

I tingled everywhere. Rage and lust, betrayal and arousal. I fought myself even as my fingertips sought my nipples beneath my shirt. I decided to twist them right off each time I heard her scream. And to rub my aching crotch each time I heard him yell.

I felt as though I was the puppeteer of the two assholes upstairs whose desires for each other outweighed the feelings of any others. My hands coordinated perfectly with their rutting noises and the three of us came in perfect unison.

I slammed the truck door shut as loudly as I could and sauntered back to my car. I turned on the headlights and saw her peering out the window as I drove back to our home.


11) Selective Hearing

I pull out my earphones and the cacophony of AC/DC dissolves. I enter the cafe, another onslaught begins, and I curse my ability to hear thoughts. Like searching for a station on an old-style dial radio, random words flick through my mind. Boring words. Then …

I need cock. Bad.

That’s more like it. I scan the caffeine-deprived queue. Who’s having these deliciously salacious thoughts?

Last night wasn’t enough.

You had a hot one too? High five.

My cunt needs filling again. Pounding. Ramming.

My kind of woman. But which one?

The tight skirt and spiky heels? Probably not. Try-hards who look the part rarely deliver what’s advertised.

His cock filled me to bursting. Reached all those places. Gushing orgasms. God, I could cum just remembering.

I glance around. Nothing gives it away. No woman squirming to ease the tension that must be swelling her clit.

I might go to the restroom. A few quick flicks and I’ll be there. But coffee first. An all night fuck-fest takes it out of a girl.

What the hell does an insatiable woman look like? My receiving range is limited so she’s in here, somewhere. But it’s so crowded.

Gonna have to take my underwear off. It’s dripping.

Damp panties. My favourite.

I’ll text him. Wonder if he’ll play? Stroke his rigid cock while my fingers slide inside.

My own cock stirs. I should tune out. A public hard-on’s not appropriate and I’m not into clinical, bathroom jerking off.

My phone buzzes.


12) Together Again

My lifelong bestie finally found time to come visit. We’ve done everything together, even sowed our wild oats by sharing a cute guy in a hot threesome in college. I was her maid of honor and we still keep in touch even after she moved away for her husband’s job. I was overjoyed to see her again!

After a fun evening reminiscing and pub crawling, we were back home getting comfy when the phone rang. The caller ID said it was her hubby calling, so I leaned into the hall and told her to grab the extension in the guest room, just across from mine.

I slipped into my favorite baby doll pajamas, and hopped on my bed to catch up on social media. Soon, I heard the guest room door close with the softest of clicks, then heard some giggling and her voice getting more animated, as she tends to do after a couple drinks.

Her voice softened and her breathing got heavier, so I set down my tablet and returned to the doorway. The touch of guilt I felt immediately faded when I heard a distinct moan and then her voice, telling him what to do next. Listening intently, my right hand slipped inside my panties. Her moans grew louder as my fingers found my slickness.

She married that man we once shared, and these sounds stimulated my memories of that spectacular night. As my breathing matched hers, it seemed we were enjoying him together once again.


13) Fixing the Plumbing

A door slammed.

Verna’s head hit the underside of the sink as someone, sure not Steve, giggled.

Dammit, he wasn’t supposed to rent out a room that needed repairs. She’d left a note, why couldn’t the man ever look—

On the other side of the bathroom door a slap rang out and the warning Verna had been about to call died unspoken. The hell?

Rubbing her head, she crawled on her knees, adjusting her grip on the wrench. They hadn’t redone the inside locks and the bathrooms still had big, old-fashioned keyholes.

There were two women; the darker one reached up to pull the taller one’s head down for a searing kiss.

Verna looked away from the door. Well fuck.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, kitten.” A soft voice, husky. The brunette or the blonde? “But we’re alone now.”

Now Verna’d clear her throat and say something.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Verna froze.

“On your knees.”

She shifted, but she wouldn’t look. She should say something.

Cloth whispered and floorboards creaked.

A jingling. Clicking.

Someone gasped.

Verna peeked.

The blonde was kneeling, in a skirt, stockings, and heels, but she’d thrown off her blouse and wasn’t wearing a bra. Her skin glowed.

There were clips on—

Verna looked away.

The brunette had been holding a riding crop.

“Ready to pay, kitten?”

Breathless, “Yes, Mistress.”

Verna closed her eyes and flinched at the first smack.

A soft gasp.

Another blow.

The blonde’s tits would be striped red.

Verna wouldn’t look—


14) Out For The Count

It was a dark and horny night.

In the twisting side-streets of the tiny Carpathian town, gnarled timbers and ancient thatch carved a tenebrous scrap of shelter from the wind’s edge; the crest of a lee.

With a sudden crash, Nina Harper flung open her shutters, and was silhouetted against the dim candlelight. Her flimsy satin nightdress was barely clinging to her bosom, which heaved enticingly with every breath.

“Ohh!” she began. “It has been so long since my Beloved set off for the Castle! Whatever can have happened to him?” She fiddled pensively with one nipple. “Never fear, my brave Darling! I shall prepare my body for your triumphant return…”

“Can you prepare a bit faster, hun? It’s brass mon-”

“Ssshhh!! Pete! Take it seriously!”

“Sorry.” Peter Harper gave a defeated little sigh. “Erm. Muahahaha! Little does she know, her husband is locked in my dungeon; my hypnotic powers will make her kneel to me!”

Nina closed her eyes, substituting an immaculately dressed Prince of Darkness for her soggy spouse, yanked up her nightdress, and began to rub enthusiastically at her clit. “Ohh! I am at your mercy. I feel my will beginning to bend!”

As Peter heaved himself onto the window ledge, a deeper, darker form coalesced silently from the shadows behind him, and waited. A pale hand carefully smoothed back a glossy strand of hair.

Nina fell back onto the bed, her fingers a blur in the candlelight. “Oh, Count,” she gasped, “won’t you please come in…?”


15) Country Matters

Birdsong, I thought, coming to consciousness again. My book lay to one side, pages fluttering in the soft breeze. I must have dropped it when I dropped off. It was too hot, the air too heavy with the scent of leaf and loam, the buzzing of the bees and that…birdsong? Or was it?

No, it was a laugh, a woman.

I propped myself up on an elbow, ears pricked. The surrounding foliage concealed us from each other, but she wasn’t far away.

“Shh, not so…”

And that was the urgent half-whisper of a man.

“Why are you whispering?” She laughed again. Twigs crackled. “They can’t hear us all the way down here.”

“No, but what if we’re missed?”

“We won’t be, don’t…”

A breaking off, a sigh, the wet sound of serious kissing.

They had to be just the other side of the hedge. If I put my arm through it, I could touch them. Peering through the tangle of wood and leaf, I saw colours rippling just beyond – dove grey, powder pink, a blur of skin in motion.

“Doesn’t this hot sun make you want to…?”

“All fucking day long – with you.”

“I was thinking about this all through that endless bloody ceremony. Getting you out of the church, into the woods, out of that morning suit, into me…yes, yes, quick.”

“God, you’re so wet.”

A jingle of belt buckle, a moan, the slap of skin against skin. And, further away, the peal of wedding bells.


16) Sunday Service

I can set my watch by the Sunday visitor that has Mother sending me to my room. At 19 I am apparently too young to tell Father Williams where to go with his God-bothering, or she is worried I’ll see the light and serve the Lord instead of her.

Today curiosity wins out and I wait for the kitchen door to shut before creeping downstairs expecting to hear some sort of travelling sermon followed by Mothers stern rebuttal.

There are no voices, instead, there is movement. Shuffling, rustling, none of which makes any sense. Then … no … they wouldn’t … they were.

I listened as Father Williams grunted and groaned and Mother sounded invigorated for once in her miserable life.

I longed to escape from her clutches to enjoy a man in this way; specifically Anthony from three doors down. As Father Williams betrayed all his vows to God I slipped my hand into my knickers and imagined those noises were Anthony’s.

I’d never known sensations like it. The listening was wrong, but that knowledge made my skin hotter as my breath quickened. When Father Williams cursed I imagined Anthony swearing against my ear and my body trembled, my free hand gripping the door frame and I bit my lip to stop myself crying out with pleasure.

I ran to my room on jelly legs feeling bolstered by my daring and armed with a secret Mother would be keen to keep.

Perhaps I could accept Anthony’s advances after all.


17) Night Shift Desire

Politeness turns me on. I do mean it makes my cunt wet.

He ambles in; bunny-lashed eyes, and deep, “Good Evening.” I feel my sap trickling in a rivulet to my hold-ups. My Disney-prom-queen-hand-gesture ushers him into the usual room near my reception desk. I imagine curling my nails down his polite, broad back.
He thanks me: I am so saturated that I cannot sit, or a patch will show in the crotch of my white uniform.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Through the curtain, talk in whispers I crane to hear. I slip my fingers into my slim cotton knickers.

A smile, and polite nod of consent. I see his hand slides down inside the diaphanous-white sheet and grips the waiting thick cock with ample foreskin. They kiss hard, their breath shallow. I move my hand in a flicking motion, like I am ticking boxes on a clipboard. The familiar rhythm of foreskin being pulled back: engorged head, dark pink. Their bodies are as milk. Muffled exclamation. Porcelain-white fluid erupts with a low moan.

I wait for it: his polite, warm thank you.
I gush. My fist in my mouth completes the excitement, stifles my roar.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Our eyes meet as he leaves: we ignore juices soaking through my uniform and cum pooled beneath the zip of his chinos.

“Stress relief is important isn’t it?”
I nod.
“He doesn’t have long now, nurse?”
Sudden directness makes my professionalism crumble, still vulnerable from my orgasm.
He thanks me, gently holds my hand, then politely he leaves.


18) Show Time

Balanced on a thin brick edge, the assassin flattened his body against the building. He curled his gloved fingers into the window frame and slowly pulled himself alongside the window, peeking into the candlelit room.

The target kneeled on the floor, his round belly sagging over a pair of pink satin knickers. A tall woman in tall boots stood over him holding a wooden cane. As she stroked the smooth wood the assassin admired her leather gloves, so finely made and beautifully fit.

The target began to lick the woman’s boots, saliva drooling over the black leather. The muscles in her arm bunched and her cane whistled through air, slashing a long red line across his shoulders. He gasped and arched and the assassin saw the round bulge in his knickers. The woman pushed the target’s head back to her boots, holding him still as he quivered. She unleashed a few more strokes, creating a neat parallel pattern. The assassin whistled silently. This girl had quite the swing. Maybe she used to play baseball?

The target’s hand reached for his bulge and the woman pushed him onto his back, grinding her boot heel into his crotch and slicing a red line across his chest as he whimpered. The assassin recognized her fierce grin, full of joy and bloodlust. He had that same grin! Maybe he could take her for coffee afterwards and apologize for interrupting?

Ok, back to work. He pressed a button and the window glass splintered.


19) Talk of the Office

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she hissed, half-heartedly pulling on his arm.

“Doing what? Snooping round the boss’ office?” he said, nonchalantly, as he continued to rifle through the pile of papers.

“Obviously!”

“Well, you want to know who’s getting the chop, don’t you?” he turned to her, raising one golden eyebrow.

“Of course I do. But it’ll be us if anyone catches us in here-”

She was cut off by the creaking of a door handle.

“Oh shit – quick!” He whispered, putting his arm round her waist and pulling her into the supply cupboard. That door clicked shut just as the other opened.

Inside the cupboard was dark, and warm. He was pressed up against a shelf, half-sitting, half-standing. And she was in his lap, pressed between his body and the cool door.

“Now what?” she breathed.

Outside, she could hear the boss talking on the phone. She was straining to hear when she felt a light kiss being pressed to her neck.

She jerked round, almost falling from his lap.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” he said teasingly, but with a question in his eyes.

She answered it by sighing, and opening her legs wider. Grinning, he began kissing her neck in earnest, arm tight around her middle. She clamped one of her own hands over her mouth to keep herself from moaning.

“Shhhh,” she whispered, but she smiled beneath her palm.


20) Killing Time

With stealth and precision, Kat dropped from the eaves to the balcony below. She glanced round, a quick safety check, enjoying the last of the sun’s rays on her face. As agreed, the apartment door was ajar, but she frowned. She’d been told her target would be alone, but the sound of voices and clinking glasses told otherwise.

She crept closer, annoyed by the sheer curtains obscuring her view. A gentle breeze was enough to part the fabric for Kat to glimpse her target, wineglass in hand, toasting an unseen companion.

“You’re looking sexy as ever. My private jet obviously suits you.”

“Not lost your silver tongue then, or your not-so-subtle arrogance?”

Laughter filled the air as Kat waited.

“How long has it been?” A flirtatious tone entered her target’s voice.

“Milan, 2017. Too long.”

A double clink told Kat they had put down their glasses and she grimaced. This could take a while.

“Come here, kiss me.”

She listened to a moan, a rustle of two people pressing against each other and imagined a frantic embrace, the sudden rush of sexual energy. She stifled a groan, it’d been too long for her, too.

Her mind filling in the gaps, she heard a zip being lowered, shoes being tossed … Oh god, I missed this … Your tits are even better than I remembered …

With a jolt, Kat realised her hand was reaching for her clit. Perhaps she didn’t have to act straightaway …


21) The Other Side

It became the ticking clock in Eve’s dreams. The sounds that came through the wall of her apartment every Friday night. The sound of someone getting spanked.

She had moved into the little apartment six months before, and although the walls were thin and everything was crooked in the ancient building, she had never had much to complain about. No loud parties, no music late at night, but a few months in she heard the Friday night spankings.

She didn’t know what it was at first, maybe a fight? There wasn’t any yelling though, just a low bassline of seductive music and the rhythmic slapping. Sometimes Eve would put her ear right against the cool eggshell paint and listen. Slap, slap, slap, and then a high whine.

Could it really be the mousy girl she had seen in the hall? The one with brown hair falling in her eyes and an oversized sweater?

Sometimes there would be moaning after. Did they fuck? Were they doing something else? Some kinky thing Eve couldn’t even imagine?

She would listen with a hand between her legs, picturing some faceless man holding that mousy girl down, forcing his cock into her. Sometimes, in her mind, it was Eve herself doing the spanking. Sometimes Eve was the one getting spanked. She pictured many things as she pressed her body to the wall and silently begged for more sound, more information, more.


22) Glass Cleaner

I was not expecting to hear both voices as I approached her door. Admittedly I am intrigued; knowledge of the household and routines of those within is essential to complete my daily tasks, and I am momentarily concerned of the impact of this inconsistency on the day to come.

Curiosity roots my feet to the ground, and in lingering longer than I perhaps should, I hear footsteps waking across the chamber. The distinctive sound of glass on marble: she is wearing her shoes.

‘Kneel.’

The single syllable fills the silence as she stills. The intention to move away is strong, but I cannot stop myself. The notion of her commanding her prince to the ground has gripped me in a way nothing has for an age.

Words become mumbled following the crystal clear instruction and I inch closer to the door. A quick glance around the corridor of which I know only I have access settles my nerves, and I turn my head to press my ear into the slit between the grand entranceway.

‘How long has it been?’

‘Thirty long… aching … days, Your Highness.’

I edge away awash with guilt. I cannot listen, I should not listen.

I want to listen.

As I edge closer still, I hear his pained ecstasy. It becomes clear for what he has waited thirty long, aching days.

‘You have made a filthy mess all over my shoes.’ She is definitely smirking. ‘You know how I want you to clean it off.’


23) A Smutty Coincidence

Laptop open, the cursor blinking repetitively as I read again my ideas for the 4th assignment, the kernel of a story buzzing around my head, but stubbornly refusing to come together.

The late night silence in the near deserted train carriage is disturbed by a phone ringing from the seat behind me.

“I hoped you’d ring once you’d received the email.”

I struggle to pick up any more of the conversation as she lowers her voice to a whisper. I’m about to put my headphones back in when my ears immediately prick up at the mention of Smut Marathon.

“I knew you’d like the part where she lets the stranger finger her while her husband eavesdrops, you filthy man.” she laughs.

All goes very quiet and I begin to wonder if the call has ended, leaning in closer I can just make out whispering once again.

“I love listening to your dirty talk as you wank, you know how much it turns me on, I’ll be home in an hour, but fuck, I’m so horny I don’t think I can wait that long, I need to touch myself.”

Sensing the call has ended I stand up, unwilling to let this coincidence pass without comment. “I’m really sorry to interrupt, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop and heard you mention Smut Marathon, I entered this year too.”

She smiles, patting the seat next to her, “Care to join me?”

I notice her phone lying on the table, still connected to her call…


24) Caught in the act

I walked into my apartment exhausted after a long day at work. I couldn’t wait to relax and unwind with my new toy. I smiled as I opened up the box. My ears perked up at the sound of my neighbor. I could hear the squeak of bedsprings paired with the rhythm of the headboard hitting the wall. Smiling at my new adult entertainment I laid on the bed toy in hand. Eyes shut I got lost in the sounds. My neighbor’s soft moans were a sexy melody to me. It was layered with the thwack of a belt hitting skin. The sweet moans turned to cries of pain and pleasure.
I felt myself getting wet as my fingers were tingling with the vibrating toy.
I Shuddered as I turned up the vibration speed. I pictured my neighbor getting taken from behind. I wanted to be the one to make her moan and squirm with excitement.
I let myself climax from everything that was going on. It was all too much, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My new toy had been christened and was now soaked in my juices. I had accomplished my goal of wanting to relax after work and from the sounds of it my neighbor had gotten what she wanted too.

I cleaned my toy as I heard a knock on the door. I went to answer it. I glanced through the peephole and there stood my neighbor.


25) Telephone exchange

She was going to lose her job over this, Betty had no doubt. It was such a risk but she couldn’t resist. Every time his voice murmured through her headphones, she lost all sense of reason.

‘Number?’

‘Casterly 216.’

And she’d connect him.

But she’d not release her listening key straightaway. She’d stay on the line to listen to his voice and listen to his words. She’d ignore others looking for other connections to stay on his call, pressing the earpieces closer to her to stop even a whisper escaping; she’d risk it all to listen to his call.

‘I hope you’re wearing those stockings I sent you. The silk ones with the bows. I want to know how smooth your legs will feel when I kiss them. I know how soft the skin above them will be, I know how your hair will feel against my lips and how wet your flesh will be against my tongue so I want to know how silky smooth your stockinged legs will be…’

As he described the pleasures he wanted, Betty ran her fingers along her own stockings, feeling the change of texture from silk to skin. With his voice loud in her ears and her touch tracing his overheard commands, the telephone exchange melted away. Instead she became the woman in Casterly, stretched out on the bed and wearing silk stockings, as requested.

She was definitely going to lose her job over this…


26) A New Discovery

The HMAS Discovery has been at sea for three weeks, submerged off the Adelaide coast. The submarine hasn’t been able to breach for ten days and morale is as low as the headroom above our bunks.

I normally don’t get the shit shifts, but Carter has food poisoning so I’m pitching in. It’s eerie walking the passageways in the off-peak hours. Submariners are a superstitious bunch and every minute noise evokes its own legend. I’ve almost completed my rounds when I hear chains clinking in the storage room. Hushed voices accompany the sound and I pause by the hatch.

“Is this what you want?” a man asks.

“Yes,” a woman responds, “but tighter.”

The chains rattle and I hear a gasp followed by a low moan.

“That’s it,” the woman purrs, “oh God I’m so close.”

I push the hatch open to see a naked couple. The woman is bent backwards over a crate, hands and throat bound in the chain we use to secure deliveries. The man stands to her left, one hand pulling on the loop around her neck, the other buried between her legs.

“Scream for me,” he commands.

She opens her mouth to comply and he yanks down on the chain, cutting of her air supply. Her body shudders against the crate as she climaxes. He shifts to enter her, turning in my direction and I close the hatch before he can see me.

It seems some people have found a way to raise their spirits.


27) Master of Whispers

In Queen Elsbeth’s antechamber, a man sits cuffed, bound to a chair with one arm free. He strokes himself with a steady rhythm, eyes glazed and staring into the distance. This is Jared, the Queen’s Master of Whispers. In truth there was no need for restraints, he would have gladly served without them. The cool metal against his limbs and the leather around his forehead simply helped focus his mind.

Days prior, the seeds of a plot against the throne had been revealed. All efforts had failed to find the source, but that was where Jared’s special skills came into play. His task today was clear: reveal the traitor.

It was during puberty that Jared had discovered he could eavesdrop on a person’s thoughts simply by directing his mind towards them. He merely needed to pleasure himself at the same time.

Jared pumps his fist, scanning the court, searching the minds of those within it. Time is of the essence, but he must control his orgasm until he finds the schemer. With each mind he touches, his excitement at serving grows, pushing him closer and closer towards climax.

His mind rushes with the speed of the blood in his ears and his grip tightens as his target coalesces in his mind. Wait…impossible…it can’t be. Jared’s aching balls tighten and the sudden feeling of cold steel at his neck pushes him over the edge. Inhaling sharply, Jared comes hard as the Lord Chamberlain’s blade slices his bare flesh.


28) In-Flight Service

They’re probably asleep. I’m safe now.
I plunge my hand down my waistband, seeking my hot, wet center. The couple behind me just applied to the mile-high club. I’d been listening, squirming, for almost an hour while he coaxed her to a quiet but unmistakable climax.
I wanted him to initiate me next. His voice was low and warm, heavy with promise and authority. She was breathless with need and nervousness. If he’d asked —no, ordered— me to take off my panties, I would have wriggled out of them immediately, not whimpered in protest.
“Good girl,” he’d purred when she’d finally gave in.
A shudder shimmies down my spine as I recall how he rolled the ‘r’. How that might feel against my clit. I’d be such a good girl for him. I thank Goddess for the empty aisle seat beside me.
My fingers slip between the silkily slippery lips of my cunt, delving deeply. I gasp into the tiny airline pillow propped against the window. There had been soft, slurping sounds beneath the whispers and muted moans. His fingers in her cunt? Her fingers in his mouth?
I arch off my seat, pushing my fingers deeper, scissoring them. Why didn’t I pack a vibe in my cabin bag?
Large, firm fingers circle my wrist, stilling my masturbation. I bite back a moan of frustration as I turn to confront the encroacher. My eyes open to his amused eyes and smirk.
“Aren’t you going to ask my permission to cum?”


29) Transparent Walls

I’m lying in bed wide awake. My roommate is with her boyfriend next door. The walls are thin and I hear everything they are doing and saying. His voice is deep and has a growly texture and when he tells her what to do, it makes me wet. I have spent countless nights eavesdropping on their liaisons with my vibrator deep inside my pussy.

Muffled voices filter through the wall and I hear my name so I get out of bed and place my ear against the wall because I want to hear what’s going on. “Tell me,” his voice is deep and rumbles through to my core.

Her voice is lust filled and raspy, “I lay here at night when you aren’t here fantasizing about Suzanne. I finger myself and make myself come thinking about her on the other side of that wall listening to us. I think about that vibrator I hear sometimes and I want to be the one pleasuring her.”

“Maybe she’s over there now listening to us. Hearing how much we want her. Maybe her fingers are buried in her wet pussy while she fantasizes about us too. Maybe she is making herself come to us now.” He tells her this as if he knows I am there listening.

I head back to bed but not before grabbing my vibrator. Tonight, I might be a little too loud as I make myself come thinking about them eavesdropping on me.


30) The Comfort of Home

“Coral, you know this is a sensitive request to make…” Alicia began.
Coral took another sip of her wine, her hand shook gently as she did. It wasn’t like she did not know she had overstayed her welcome at her friend’s home, but she overheard Alicia ask her husband Selwyn:
“When are we going to ask her?”
Tonight?” she heard Selwyn’s baritone voice fill the room with the question of when. She was going to eavesdrop more, but the sudden sound of thunder startled her..
The rain had not stopped.
As Coral pondered being homeless, Alicia put her hand on her thigh at first seeming to comfort her but then tenderly kneading her inner thigh.
“You know having you here, seeing you around all of the time…” Alicia shot a look at Selwyn, who touched Coral’s other thigh and then her hip. “We really to want to share more than just our house with you.” Alicia pressed.
Coral gaped as Alicia pressed her hip to hers, and Selwyn caressed Alicia’s shoulder making a semi circle of their bodies.
“We really want you to…” Selwyn started.
“Share our bed with us.” Alicia finished.
The pounding of the rain that night was combined with a pounding Coral had deeply craved, and the comfort of home.


31) An Honest Confession

“What do you mean “Myra persuaded you”?! Did she hypnotise you or something? Explain yourself!”

Hearing my own name in Jake’s irritated baritones, I silently press my ear against my flatmate’s door.

“She was just so…. Dominant”

I smirk at Emily’s choice of adjective, despite my growing concern for what she is confessing to her boyfriend.

“What did she do – tie you up and whip you until you obeyed?”

“No! Nothing like that. She just sat close to me at Sanjay’s party; her bare thigh was touching mine, and she looked at me in this hungry, expectant way. I felt this primal urge deep inside and suddenly I was kissing her.”

“So you made the first move? What the fuck Emily!!”

“I didn’t mean to! I just felt so good, euphoric. The next thing I know she’s stripped me naked and is kissing my breasts and I’m moaning in response. She worked her way slowly down my body, licking and kissing until she reached my clit. I tried to take her clothes off too, but she just held my arms firmly down and continued to lick and gently suck my clit. It didn’t take me long to orgasm… Afterwards she wrapped me up all cosy, kissed me on the forehead, turned out the light, and left. That part was weird…”

The words hurriedly tumbled from Emily’s lips. A pause followed, then Jake stomped towards the door. I fled, making it to my room in time to hear Emily’s door slam.


32) Too Much Information

Sure, I look. I’m only human. She’s a nineteen-year-old cheerleader, her body isn’t ruined by childbirth and when she babysits she comes over straight from practice, still in her uniform.

So yes, I look. Because she wants me to. But I don’t ogle or make inappropriate comments and I definitely don’t touch. Not her, anyway. I touch myself while I’m thinking about her but that’s allowed, right? If I watch her bend over to pick up my son, I can store that image for later. You would too, if you’d seen that tiny skirt creeping up, that glimpse of spandex stretched taut over firm, young flesh.

And the new streaming nanny cam isn’t creepy, it’s my duty. He’s my son, I have a right to ensure he’s not mistreated. I need to keep an eye on her, she could be inviting her boyfriend over, they could be fucking on my couch. I want to see— I mean, I want to know if that’s happening.

So it’s entirely reasonable for me to slip out to the restaurant bathroom and check my phone. I’m not spying on her, it’s just responsible parenting.

Nothing’s happening. She’s gossiping on the phone, complaining about her boyfriend. He’s very demanding, always pestering her for anal.

“In the back of his car! Like, no! I told him maybe but all he’s getting when he drops me off tonight is his usual blowjob. I’m sure his wife is suspicious already, I’ve seen the way she looks at me.”


33) A Private Party

The lights went out, again. Third time this week. Sean swore. Probably another party starting at the bar next door, but fuck, after chasing Talon’s goons off their turf for two solid days, the usual crowd sounded fucking exhausting. Carefully he made his way through the darkness to his bed and rubbed the stubble on his face. Tried not to feel too sorry for his lonely-ass self.

A giggle floated through the back wall.

Sean snorted. Jay had some skirt over and they were going to enjoy the darkness just fine. He lay down on the bed and listened to the show.

“You a good girl or a bad girl tonight?” Jay’s voice was low and rough.

“Mmm, bad.

“You know what happens to bad girls, right?” Fabric shifting, denim on lace.

“Fuck yes.

Holy shit, that was Naya, that dancer from the bar, the one with the amazing tits. Damn Jay anyway.

“Turn around.”

Another giggle, almost a purr. “Make me.”

A sudden thump on that back wall and Naya moaned so loud it was like the wall didn’t fucking exist.

“You know,” said Jay, “Sean’s bedroom is right there through that wall. I heard he’s getting lonely in his old age.”

Wait, what??

“So invite him over,” said Naya, breathless.

“You are a bad girl.” There was a smack, a squeal, a moan. Then a pound on that wall. “Lady’s choice, Sean. Come on over!”

Sean grinned. “On my way!” This party sounded more his speed tonight.


34) Deliver of the Dead

I felt for them all, the bodies. They used to be a person, a mother, a priest, or someone who ran the register at the mini mart. Whatever they used to be, they weren’t anymore.

The late Mrs. Edna Bonnet was my last delivery and I was running behind, cursing myself because our show was coming on and Linda would be pissed. No one answered when I rang the bell. Shifting impatiently, I pulled my sodden shirt. Damn humidity. I heaved open the door and walked into the hallway, my shoes silent on the sticky tile floor.

A low voice echoed off the sterile walls. I crept towards it, stopping just outside the brightly illuminated room.

“You’re my toy. I can do anything I want to you right now, and you can’t do a thing about it, can you?”

The cold disembodied voice sliced through the silence of the mortuary, and I instantly felt bile rise in my throat. What the fuck was this guy doing?

“I can open that little cunt of yours, shove my fingers right in. How many can fit in there? Think I could put my whole hand in there? Fuck you up to my elbow? I think you’d like that. You want to be my puppet, don’t you?”

I couldn’t hold it in any longer, “You fucking monst…”

The body was looking at me, eyes blazing, her gagged mouth scowling. Spread and bound, her pink lips glistened with need, and I knew.

I’d interrupted them.


35) Close Call

“Good girls bend over anywhere, love”

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

Smack!

Giggles.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then her cell phone rang.

Shit!


36) Job Security

The phone rings. I just want to rest, put my feet up, and be done with work. What does she want now?

“Hey, Kather…”

A low keening noise comes from the phone.

“Katherine?”

The keening turns into a moaning, two people moaning. Now, this is interesting! I sit on the couch, mute the phone, turn on the speaker, and take a sip of my wine.

SMACK!

What the fuck was that? More loud smacks. OH. MY. GOD. Someone’s spanking her! I don’t even know what to do with this information. I start to giggle. This is too good.

SMACK!

‘Oh yes!’

‘Oh, you like that my little slut?’

‘Yes please.’

‘Yes please, what?’

‘Yes please, Sir!’

‘Ah, that’s my good little slut.’

SMACK! SMACK!

Holy shit! The realization flows over me, she’s his submissive! My take no prisoners, bitch boss is this guy’s “good little slut.” This is priceless. I carry the phone to the kitchen, replenish my wine, and settle in again.

‘On your knees slut. Good girl. Let’s see how much of my cock you can take in your mouth, shall we?’

‘Yes, sir. Please fuck my mouth with your huge cock, sir.’

‘Good slut.’

‘Yes, I’m your good little slut.’

Wet juicy sucking sounds come from the speaker, and I’m giddy with anticipation.

*******
Shit! Thinking about last night got me so hot, I had to rub one out, now I’m late for work.

HA! I wonder what the “good little slut” thinks she can do about it?


37) Chelsea Lays the Odds

I’d never been much of a gambler. That all changed when I met Chelsea. She chewed me up and spit me out a thrill-seeking junky, willing now to go all-in even on the weakest hand.

My palms are sweating as I walk up to Chelsea’s apartment. I need her tonight, and there’s no way of knowing if she’ll give me a win until I palm that doorknob. Will it be unlocked, inviting me in to find her sleeping soundly, waiting for me to rouse her? Or will it be barricaded, denying my entry and making a sucker out of me yet another night?

I don’t believe in luck as mine is usually shit. I expect her door to be locked again; my stomach lurches when it opens to welcome me inside.

There’s a telltale moan coming from her room. Seems she’s taking care of herself, having assumed I wouldn’t show. (Part of our game is that we don’t discuss it. Leave it to chance.) But there’s something else. Something… foreign.

There are two people in Chelsea’s bedroom. And I am not one of them.

There’s a tang of confusion that cusps on jealousy. But that flicker moves quickly to meld with the heat already surging between my legs.

Her door’s only slightly ajar, but I can see enough. Chelsea, leaned back on her bed; the intruder’s head buried and bobbing between her legs.

I stifle a laugh, not at all surprised.

In Chelsea’s games, her house always wins.


38) Silent Night?

Emily carefully walked down the empty hallway. She didn’t want to wake anyone else up, as it was nearly eleven at night. Her parents were in their room, her brother was in his where hopefully it would stay that way, and the bathroom would be hers.

Every step echoed ominously from the hard-wood floors, and even barefoot as she was, each sound was like a loud gong going off next to her. Fortunately she was quite good at being stealthy, or so she thought, but that was before she heard them.

Sounds, coming from her parent’s room. It was quiet at first, but as Emily got closer she started to hear…words? “Yes…just keep going, just like that-” that was her Mother’s voice. Why on earth were her parents still up?

“You like that? You want me to keep going?” she heard her Father’s voice say. Emily shivered, knowing that her goal was right there beyond her parent’s room. “Yes, keep going, keep going!” she heard again.

“Yes, harder! Harder!” her mother continued saying. Emily stalled right outside her parents door, confused by the sounds she heard from inside. The rhythmic slapping, the sound of flesh on flesh…

The moment Emily figured out what was going on, she bolted, not caring for silence anymore. She was old enough to know what was going on in there, and was young enough to know that she wanted no knowledge of her parents doing it!


39) What The Housemaid Heard

I’d never set out to listen at a keyhole. But sometimes you just can’t help overhearing something that’s none of your business. And sometimes you linger a moment, because what you hear is so unexpected, so intriguing, it compels your attention.

They’re old school friends, I gather. From her Ladyship’s time in Switzerland. A kindly friend to visit, I thought, when she arrived. Company for her Ladyship, a distraction from fretting over the Earl, God rest his soul. A success in that respect, I’d say.

I was polishing, that exotic old wood and jade statues, they get so dusty. And it was just by chance I dropped a figurine on the rug, so close to the wall. That was when I heard them. Little gasps – I thought for a moment she was weeping, but then, a soft giggle. Murmuring. Rustling. Sighs and moans. I found myself yearning to see. So curious; yesterday I’d have taken no interest in the idea. Now I can think of nothing else. Perhaps tomorrow, I could contrive to polish the doorplates.

Lying in my bed, I lick my finger, stroke my nubbin; did they do this? Eyes closed, picturing a red-lipped mouth upon me, long-fingered hands delving. Pressing my own hand hard to my nethers; this too? My breath comes as fast as hers, rubbing myself harder. My fingers, their tongues, lips and thumbs; coaxing urgent hunger onwards, until teeth flash, fists clench; yes, this was the savage joy I overheard.


40) Two Can Play

God, yes, my mind screamed as I squeezed my eyes shut and stretched out along the couch. The sensual groans of the two grew louder and longer above me. I imagined them: their voluptuous bodies twisted in our black silk bedsheets, Mistress’s blonde hair buried between my wife Renee’s brown thighs, her tongue teasing her pink clit. I jutted my hips forward in response to my imagination, stretching my length within the leather cage wrapped around my cock. My wrists were restrained in my necktie tied around them. I longed to grab my cock and jerk myself to their chorus of passion, but Mistress wouldn’t allow me the pleasure.

A smack pierced the air, causing my hips to pump faster. Mistress had pulled out the riding crop; I recognized it from the cracking sound. She was punishing me and it was well deserved. I’d kept Mistress a secret for months until Renee had found us together. My wife was furious, demanding to have Mistress all to herself for one night or leaving me. I had no choice, agreeing to be bound and forced to listen to Mistress reap sounds from Renee that I hadn’t produced from her in eleven years of marriage.

Their carnal screams peaked as hot cum spilled onto my stomach, slowing my hips to the fading moans of their spent passion.

I laughed to myself. One night, huh? My poor wife would soon be as addicted to Mistress as me.


41) Arranged Deprivation

The crack was an invitation.

The door between his suite and that of his wife, Juliette, never stood ajar. But there was a crack now, and he couldn’t resist its pull. Leaning against the door frame, hidden, he inhaled, tasting the air. Lavender and bergamot. He imagined pressing his face to the crook of her neck, sucking in her scent. A whimper rose thick in his throat, forming a lump to choke him.

A murmur of voices called to him. He leaned closer, pushing the door just a fraction wider. Holding his breath, he tried to make out the words she exchanged with her waiting-maid.

The silken rustle of her dress as she stepped out of it made his fingertips itch with the need to touch. The whisper of her corset ribbons slipping loose had him trembling. Her sigh of almost lustful pleasure as she could breathe freely – his own breath hitched. He imagined the indentations left on her skin by the tight lacing, imagined mapping them with his fingertips, his tongue.

His want was an ache, like he had teeth in his chest, and in those teeth, cavities.

“Will you see his Lordship tonight?” the maid asked, muffled by layers of silk. Oh, how he hoped!

“No. I want him to beg.”

He clenched his fist, fighting the urge to close it around his straining cock. It came dangerously close to begging, this weakness.

He had a crack in the door. Maybe someday, that door would open.


42) You Aren’t Alone

He shifted in his chair. The question had taken him by surprise. The silence in the room stretched.

“Why do you want to know about my fetish?” he finally asked. Deflection might give him time to get his courage up, as well as some control over his twitching cock.

“Because you’ve answered my other questions with a minimum of discomfort, and I want to know more than your favorite color,” she answered calmly.

He chewed on his thumb. Took a deep breath. Stared at his shoes.

“I…. Fuck. I get turned on listening to other people’s conversations.” The last sentence came out in a rush. He sat, hands clenched. Yeah, his cock was hard now.

He looked at her. Her face was flushed, her breathing faster. Seeing her this way gave him to courage to go on.

“It doesn’t matter what the conversation is about. It’s a bonus when I stumble on people talking about sex, but it isn’t necessary. I hear them talking. I pay attention to the intimacy of their words and interactions. I can’t help myself, I don’t want to. The longer I listen, the harder I get, and I have to find someplace to jerk off.”

She leaned forward, reaching out to trace her finger over the bulge in his jeans. “Let’s go find a coffee shop and you can show me just how excited you really get. Then we can find a quiet place to finish this chat.”


43) Room for one more

Sometimes, the smallest of noises can trigger a response.

In my case, it was the turning of the door key and whack! Eyes wide open, I blinked and stared at the sofa cushions. Through my drunken haze, I recalled the drinking games, the empty bottle of Buckfast, whatever the hell I drunk after…

I was in no party mood but my flatmate had dragged me with her regardless.

“Billy no-mates” she called me.

“It would do you good to get out “there” again.”

So I had no man in my life.

Last thing I remembered before I passed out, was her flirting with that blond Norwegian hunk.

Bed springs and the rustling of clothes…

Fuck, fuck, fuck!!! Had I crashed in a bedroom?

The sounds carried the moistness of tongues; wet kisses… sighs…

“Take that off”

I was now still, and as sober as as nun, ready to take her vows.

She giggled.

Always giggles at foreplay.

“You like them?”

Her breasts are beautiful. They fill the palms of my hands just.

Deep sigh of pleasure, louder this time.

Her nipples in his mouth? Maybe…

Perhaps he is a teaser, flicking them while he looks at her.

I gulped to the tight feeling between my legs. Was wet and desperate to touch my clit.

The clinking of the belt.

“Wait… Is she sleeping?”

Silence. I felt two sets of eyes on my back. Held my breath.

Trousers off. Couldn’t stand it any longer. I turned.

“Room for one more?”


44) A Watched Pot

“He’s asleep. I’ll take him up.”

I heard Cathy’s footsteps disappear out of the kitchen, our son draped in her arms. Turning away briefly from the pot of simmering ragu, I flicked on the baby monitor then resumed stirring.

Spaghetti Bolognese and a decent bottle of red. Maybe two. Maybe something else after that. It had been a while after all.

I brought a pan of salted water to the boil, ready for pasta. On the monitor I heard only gentle snuffling – already a familiar and comforting sound – and waited for Cathy to return.

As I watched the spaghetti slowly fold in on itself, a second set of steady sighs joined the first. Cathy often grabbed a quick snooze before dinner now, but nothing about the way her breath crackled through the monitor this time suggested sleep.

“Fuck…oh fuck.”

In astonishment, I braced against the stovetop and felt my dick push at the fabric of my jeans. Just as I knew when to stop cooking the pasta without looking at my watch, I didn’t need to see Cathy’s back arch to form a vivid image of her gathering orgasm. It was like muscle memory. I could picture exactly what she was doing: two fingers either side of her cunt, sliding down to spread her labia then using that first gush of wetness to rub small, slick circles over her clit.

The white noise that filled the kitchen was brief. Muffled. Exuberant.

I took the ragu off the heat, and waited.


45) Got the Message?

Another Friday night without plans. I brightened when you squeezed next to me on the subway again, smelling of leather and wood. Five o’clock shadow right on time.

You texted someone about next week’s cuddle party, your phone tilted just enough. You blushed when you saw me peeking, but you didn’t stop. I took that as an invitation.

Cuddle Parties always sounded lame. I checked the website when I got home: this was an adult singles party. Game on.

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A dozen people swayed to sultry jazz. Lace and chiffon revealed flashes of skin. Tight shorts hinted at cocks striving for basic decorum. But I made a beeline for you. Asked if you’d be open to me touching you in the welcome circle. Spread my legs and scooched against your ass. A beautiful blond man sat close behind me.

The facilitator suggested we tell a secret to the person in front of us. Whispers undulated around the circle. I listened in close.

I love warm oil against my skin.

I want to suck two men at once.

I like to jerk off hard and rough.

My panties were soaked. You breathed deep.

The blond’s breath tingled through my ear: I’d like to taste your pussy. He flicked his tongue on my earlobe.

My nipples hardened against your back. I circled the head of your cock with my thumb and pinched.

You moaned and took my voice from me. I’d like to watch before I fuck you.


46) Sweet Dreams, Suzy

I woke up to what sounded like whimpering coming from Suzy’s sleeping bag. Rolling over to see if she was okay, I froze as she moaned in what was clearly a sound of pleasure. Not wanting her to see me moving, for fear she may stop what she was doing, I slowly lowered my head back on to my pillow.

It was dark, but there was enough of the moonlight shining in to highlight the top of Suzy’s sleeping bag and the movement that was obviously happening inside.

Was Suzy masturbating? This was the best sleepover, ever.

My fingers made their way under the waistband of my silky pajama shorts and dipped into my wetness to find a swollen, sensitive clit. I closed my eyes and imagined it was me touching Suzy’s pussy, my hips immediately bucked upward at the thought. Picturing her pink nipples hardening between my teeth, I hear her moan again. My mouth watered at the thought of licking down her smooth perfect skin until I reached her smooth, glistening pussy.

“Yesss…” Suzy hissed into the darkness, the sleeping bag rising and falling quickly. I began to fuck myself in time with her, listening to her delicate grunts and gasps. Her breathing became ragged and wet, sticky sounds echoed in my ears. My orgasm was triggered by the sound of hers, and for a moment nothing existed but us, coming together quietly in the darkness.

“Sweet dreams, Suzy” I whispered when I caught my breath.


47) The Interview

Angela ducked into the washroom, needing a moment to collect herself after the interview. She stepped into a stall and closed her eyes. She’d aced it, she was sure. But the 2-on-1 format had been grueling.

The washroom door swished open. There was the click of two pairs of high heels. “I was pretty impressed with her,” a woman’s voice said.

“I’m pretty impressed with you,” another voice said. “Come here.”

Angela recognized them both from her interview. Were they talking about her? Her heart raced and she looked around wildly. Panicking, she leapt up on the toilet seat and held her breath.

“We can’t!” A giggle. She heard the slide of cloth against cloth. “What if we’re caught?”

Um, this definitely wasn’t about her…

“We won’t be.” The stall door next to Angela’s was shoved open. She pressed back against the wall and stared at the flimsy partition between the stalls. It shuddered as someone was pushed against it.

“Tell me you want it. Just like this, with my fingers inside you…”

A gasp. “I–”

“Say it, Liz.”

Another gasp. A moan. Then, “Yes–”

Angela saw them pressed together in her mind’s eye. Her body throbbed. She shifted —

And her foot slipped. She tumbled sideways against the stall door, the latch gave and she stumbled out with a yelp. Silence, thick and heavy, fell over the room. Slowly, the stall door opened. Angela smiled weakly at the two faces peering out.

“So, uh…did I get the job?”


48) Say What

Walking out of the bathroom, she hears her roommate talking in the living room. With towel wrapped around her she tiptoes down the hall. Stops just short of the doorway into the room.
“Yes, but if we did this to her it would be so much more fun,” her roommate Mike says in his low voice.
His friend Joe, even lower, says, “I still think this would be way hotter and she would enjoy it more.”
She peeks around the door frame seeing them on the couch, backs to her, leaning over a laptop. Not able to get a good view on it she leans in a bit more.
“Oh, wait!” [She jumps.] “What about this? She would totally get off on it.”
“Damn straight she would. Definitely something your girl here would love.”
Now she lets her imagination run wild. Were they talking about her? Sexy things? Things to do together? A threesome maybe? She can feel her heart racing. Erotic images pop into her mind. Her in the middle of these hot guys. No way. Couldn’t be that.
Needing to know, she steps boldly into the room.
“Hi, guys. Whatcha talking about?”
Laptop smacks down as they both jump, turning around.
They walk over to her. Towel drops. Her body tingling.
Walking her over to the massage table, she lays on it face down.
“Joe has some new techniques to show you.”
She moans. “Oh.”
And then, hot oil and two pairs of hands. “Ohhhh….!”


49) In the Closet

Brian’s mouth explored hers as they lay together on the bed, bodies aching for one another. He worked his way down Kyra’s body, removing clothes, kissing and licking when she heard a car pull up.

Was that her husband?

She pushed Brian away and grabbed their discarded clothing. There was nowhere to go, so they dove into the closet, pulling the bi-fold door closed as the front door opened. Brian smiled at her panic and she put her hand over his mouth.

Kyra was surprised to hear a female voice in her bedroom.

“She won’t be home for a couple of hours. The place is ours.” Her husband, David, chuckled with pleasure and Kyra could hear them kissing.

Anger and jealousy clouded her vision. She tried to open the closet door when Brian grabbed her. Enfolded in his arms, she realized that they shouldn’t hide anymore. Her marriage was over anyway.

As she relaxed, Brian slid his hands over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. Kyra listened to the rustle of clothing and moans of pleasure in her bed. Brian’s fingers slid into her wet pussy. She arched her hips into his touch as the woman in her bed cried out. Kyra moaned.

The closet door opened. Her husband looked down at them, his hard cock dripping pre-cum. Kyra’s pulse raced as she waited for his reaction.

David grinned.

“Join us on the bed. Two’s company, but four’s a party.”


50) Crossed Lines

I hear the tell-tale beep of the handset next to my bed. She’s taking another caller, but I’m in no hurry for the super to get the crossed line between my apartment and hers above fixed.

I lift the receiver, muting my microphone, not wanting to give myself away.

“Hi. You’ve reached Melody. Who’s calling?”

“Erm… it’s Mike. Again.”

“Hi, Mike! You naughty boy. Twice in one day. Are you working home alone again today?”

I’ve heard this guy many times before. He’s obviously a favourite caller. I can tell by the tone of her voice and the way the pitch rises.

“Yeah, I can’t help myself. I just had to talk to you.”

“Are you playing with yourself again Mikey? You know how wet that makes me.”

I hear his ragged breath as he’s beating off at the other end of the line. Her words of encouragement spurning him on until he finished.

“I need to see you, Mel. Can we meet?”

“You know the rules, Mikey. I’m not allowed. But I am thinking of setting up a webcam. You’ll be able to see me then.”

My heart sank at this new revelation. If Melody switched to a webcam only service, my eavesdropping days will be over.

“Please, no!” Not realising, not thinking, I unmuted my mic and screamed out loud the words in my head.

“Well hi, Jacob. It’s about time you spoke up. I was beginning to think you’d only want to listen. Come get me!”


51) A Secret Shared

“Hi, handsome, I’ve missed you.”
“Darling Fay,” he cooed. “Missed you, too.”
Robert folded her into his arms and they kissed. He maneuvered them inside, working at deepening the kiss and lowering her zip once she became invisible to the street. His hand lingered on bare skin at the small of her back; ragged breath suggested the kissing and caressing were having their intended effect.
She tugged him into the bedroom, kicking off her dress while she eased backward onto the bedspread. Robert loosened jacket and tie and sent buttons scattering as he tore his crisp white business shirt open.
“Come here, Superman,” she sighed, laying back and spreading for him.
Knickers soaked, he eased them aside, alternating finger, lips and tongue as her back arched. He circled and probed deeper, teasing her until she screamed, shivered violently and lay still.
Inside the cupboard, nipples as hard as a crisp mid-winter morning, Fay was having reservations… but something else, too. The twins had shared boyfriends before, but the outgoing Ana usually begged her shy sister until she finally convinced her.
Though never this far.
Robert reached into a pocket, dropping his pants and underwear, sheathing himself before anyone could react.
“Can’t impregnate the wrong sister, can we, Ana? I love hearing your delightful little grunts, Fay. Come on out and join us when you’re ready,” said Robert, thrusting his cock harder and faster into the wanton Ana, her legs hooked tight around his waist.


52) A Stable Job

Working in the stables all day, I was sweaty and tired. I was cleaning out the last empty stall, needing to rake out one more large hay pile across the floor. Sitting down against the wall, I decided to rest for a few minutes.

I must have dozed off, for I woke abruptly to the thud of the stall gate next to mine closing. I could hear faint voices, and I pressed my ear to the wall, straining to hear. I could almost make out what they were saying.

I picked a piece of straw from my hair and pressed my ear harder against the wood. I could hear them more clearly, and I listened for a short time before the words dissolved into throaty groans.

Aroused, I slipped my hands under my shirt, cupping my breasts and squeezing them hard. The moans were growing louder and I rose to my knees, slipping my hand inside my denim shorts to rub my wet clit. I was squirming, and I dipped my fingers inside myself as my thumb rubbed harder.

I imagined I could hear his thighs slapping against hers as he mounted her like a stallion on a wild mare. His sonorous roars mingled with her uncontrolled screams of pleasure, and I cried out, praying they wouldn’t hear me. Sated, I collapsed into the hay panting, willing my breathing to slow. I had to be quiet when I looked out the door to see if I knew my stable mates.


53) Her Lady’s Bidding

It was the bloody draught. The candle flickered briefly and Ellie stood in utter darkness. She could tiptoe back following the panelling, but she feared the rats she’d seen last week. The narrow corridor seemed further from the servants’ quarters than ever. Then she heard a familiar voice.

“On your knees pretty boy and smell my cunt.”

She could clearly hear Her Ladyship through the oak door that separated the secret passageway from the main bedroom. Ellie had brought the young nobleman there on Lady Julia’s order. She’d foreseen the reason, but not this.

“Stay there, young Master, I need to descend my labia to your luscious mouth.”

These were no words for a lady. But Ellie was familiar to the vocabulary. She’d helped in her uncle’s tavern from the vulnerable age of eight. At twelve she was assigned to the kitchen of Langley Manor. She’d been surrounded by foul mouths since then, and zestfully discovered the stables near the evergreen shrubs to be a haystack of fornication.

“Your tongue is a wicked Welshman, Master Alwyn. You may proceed towards the darker part of the woods.”

Ellie giggled and blushed. She felt a tingle in her own bush. The dark corridor wasn’t as eerie anymore.

“Bugger me!” Lady Julia yelped like her King Charles-spaniels. Ellie thrust her hand between her legs.

“Now fuck me like a true Welsh mountain ram.” Ellie drove in two fingers and followed her Lady’s rhythm of upper class breeding.


54) Lake Affect

The temperature inversion over the lake carries sounds from the opposite shore, over a mile away, over sunset to dusk to full night. There are four or five houses there, mostly vacation rentals, situated just right, and sitting quietly on my little pier on summer evenings, I hear everything. Barbecue parties, political discussions, marital arguments. Having the only house in our particular cove, my cross-lake neighbors don’t have much opportunity to hear us in return. Addy hardly ever comes out in the evenings. She says there are too many bugs, even though those lemony candles do a good job, I think. She prefers evenings gossiping with friends.

Some evenings, I hear quiet conversations, secrets between partners, the sounds of lovers. Like tonight. By the lights through the mist, only one of the houses is occupied, but the couple isn’t inside. They’re by the shore, and she’s luring him into the water despite the dark and cool. He concedes, and there’s splashing and murmuring, and sighing. He tells her he wants her always, and she laughs and says he has her now, and asks what he would do with her. His response creates splashes, and feminine laugher, then sighs. Not much later, cries of ecstasy disrupt the sounds of the awakening night creatures.

It’s full dark when Addy’s car pulls up the drive, and the frogs, cicadas, and stars are in full symphony around and above the lake. I wait a while longer before going inside.


55) Porn evil, Eavesdrop healthy!

Offices emptied. Trains, buses and cars filled. The rush home had begun early, for tonight was the night. Tonight was the Eavesdrop.

“‘Bye Jerry,” Asha said, hurrying out of the office.
“Oh, ‘bye!” He responded nonchalantly.

In the flat she shared with her partner, Viv, Asha now sat nervously by their Virtual Assistant. Like millions of others countrywide she had obediently dressed in skimpy underwear. A red light blinked.

“Try to ignore the VA,” Viv said, nodding towards the device, “it’ll be fine.” She squeezed Asha’s thigh then leaned in for a kiss.

The VA crackled into life.

“Citizens of the Corporation, welcome to the Eavesdrop!” it said. “Couples, the singles in your area expect satisfactory performances. Remember: porn evil, Eavesdrop healthy! Porn evil, Eavesdrop healthy!”

Viv mouthed the chant, then noticed how the red light had changed to being steadily on. Anyone out there could now tune in at any time and the two lovers wouldn’t know.

“Undress!”

The VA camera tracked Viv’s hands as she slid her partner’s dark red g-string to the floor, then followed her fingers back up as she traced Asha’s curves to the tips of her nipples. Viv was unhurried – they had to perform all night.

Asha turned, bent at the waist and demurely presented herself to Viv and to her unseen, unknown audience. She watched as the camera zoomed in on her glistening cunt. This liquid evidence of her excitement complemented her widening smile.

I hope Jerry’s watching, she thought.


32 comments

  1. Blimey, is it just me or are the stories just getting hotter and hotter!

    When I first read these stories I tend to be ruled more by my body than my critical faculties (such as they are), I’m not all that interested in a misplaced comm,ar or a stray capital lEtter, I’m much more interested in the story itself, some of which will have a physical reaction and I make a note of these, others may leave me cold, this is obviously just a personal thing and in no way reflects the quality of the writing or the originality of the storylines. Although for me originality, or a twist I wasn’t expecting, is a big plus.

    Once I have my shortlist (which is often a very longlist), I will reread them 2 or 3 times in a tortured attempt to put them in some sort of order – a top three is a very difficult thing to conjure up from such a strong selection, so again will often come down to a personal preference or kink, it’s also something that could change were I to attempt this tomorrow!

    That said, these are the entries that eventually made my top 10 – any one of which could have made the top three.
    1, 11, 21, 24, 28, 32, 33, 36, 46, 52.

  2. Not a judge, but wow these were some really good stories! Good job everyone!

    1: Hot as hell. Seems to be less eavesdropping rather than watching, but that’s just semantics. As I said, really hot.

    2: Interesting take on the subject. Good, certainly, but an interesting take on it nonetheless.

    3: I’m a programmer by trade, with too much knowledge on network security, so this one immediately caught my eye. The story itself is good, and it’s hot. That’s all I’m going to say because otherwise I’d go all day. That said, this one’s good and caught my eye.

    4: Really good story. I’ve been in high rises like this one before, and although it feels like you never have privacy, it’s actually one of the most private places possible. Except for, as in this story, the sounds. Really good!

    5: Interesting take on what it means to eavesdrop. Some may argue, I would not. Story is good, and it lends well to the feeling of eroticism without being explicit.

    6: Now that’s an interesting turnaround I wasn’t expecting! Good job.

    7: Interesting. It’s good, and it lends well to the loneliness, the sadness, that eavesdropping can bring out. Good job!

    8: Subject overall is good. I like the way you did it in the story, but I would suggest you read through it some more. I noticed a lot of misplaced punctuation, or perhaps none at all at certain points. It got better towards the end though. Good job on the story though!

    9: Interesting take on erotic eavesdropping. It leaves hints to the deeds to come but not having hardly any explicitness. Good job!

    10: It’s a good story, although the subject matter in particular (cheating) has never sat well with me. That said, I like the story, and it’s really good!

    11: This one is a good story. The dialogue without dialogue, leading up to hints about what’s to come, this is a good story.

    12: It’s a well-made story, although it seems to tell, rather than show, a lot. It’s still a good story, for sure, though.

    13: A good story. It’s an interesting take on the common BDSM theme, and I really like the way the person argues with themselves about whether to look or not. Good job!

    14: Interesting role-play. It took me a while to figure out what all was going on, but once I did, I ended up really liking it. Good job!

    15: A good story, I have to say. A bit confusing on who these people are, but that’s the nature of eavesdropping. Good job!

    16: I suppose that’s one way to be have a sunday service. Good job on that title, by the way, fits the story really well. Good job on the story too, I liked it!

    17: I will admit I’m slightly confused on this one, but that’s the nature of stories that are as short as this one. I like it, and it is hot, but it took me a while to actually ‘get’ it.

    18: And like the glass window, all eroticism got shot out the window. Good story, and I almost want to see this one have a real end to see what happens. Good job!

    19: It’s rare in this marathon that I’m surprised. You managed to surprise me, so good job! I like the story, and the turn that it’s the couple eavesdropping on the single was very different. Good job!

    20: Killing time and killing people, I see. Good story!

    21: I like this one. It’s more contemplative than explicit, and in my opinion that only helps it. Good job!

    22: Interesting. It feels to me like there’s more to the characters than just what’s shown here, and it makes me want to know more about them. Good job!

    23: I’ll admit, I laughed at this one. The entire thing, to me, is a clever double ploy because we’ve all been there. Simply put, I like it. Good job!

    24: Good story. The ending makes me think that maybe she wasn’t as quiet as she had thought. Like I said, good story!

    25: As I’ve been a switchboard operator before, I know the feeling of wanting to eavesdrop. Some make it easy, others make it hard. This one was good, I liked it.

    26: Good story. I’ve never been fond of asphyxiation (I watch too many crime dramas!) but yet here it made it work. Good job!

    27: Huh. I’ll admit I was not expecting that ending. Although it makes me think, I feel bad for this kid, having telepathy but only while masturbating. Must’ve made those first few times only slightly awkward. Good job!

    28: Interesting take, the eavesdropper not being entirely obvious and yet completely obvious. Good job!

    29: It’s a good story, definitely, although I feel that the eavesdropping element was almost…too forced into it. That said, the story’s good, and I’d want to read more.

    30: I will admit, I was expecting that turn. Good story, a bit light on erotic elements but definitely still present. Overall, like I said, a good story.

    31: Interesting story. It’s a good one, although I was distracted by the weird use of the double quotes at the beginning. But after that, story’s solid. Good job!

    32: It took me a while to understand the first paragraph. At first I thought, ‘wait, she had a child at nineteen?’ and then I read further into it. Semantics aside, it’s a good story, with a good twist at the end. Good job.

    33: Good story. Not quite what I was expecting, but right up there. Good job!

    34: Well, when you try to screw in a mortuary, it only makes sense that any eavesdroppers would come to the wrong conclusion. And to be fair, that didn’t sound good at all. That said, good story, and nicely done!

    35: Good job. I like this one. Confusion at the beginning, but that happens with stories as short as these ones. Good job!

    36: That’s one way to eavesdrop, I suppose. Good story!

    37: Interesting take on the subject. The story is good, certainly, and I like that the theme of being a gamble is a constant companion throughout it. Good job!

    38: Eh, not so good. Not erotic, although I will admit it’s funny as hell. Good job, because that’s why I wrote it like that.

    39: Good story. Not quite what I was expecting, but right up there. Good job!

    40: Interesting take on the subject. It’s a good story, although I will say the subject matter does make me somewhat uncomfortable. That said, it’s good, and good job!

    41: Good story. I feel though that there’s more to it than just what’s shown, but that’s more than likely in stories this short. Like I said, good job!

    42: Interesting take on the subject. That it’s more about eavesdropping than the actual act. It’s good, definitely, though.

    43: Good story, although it sounds to me like the main character has to learn to be just a bit quieter. Good job!

    44: Good job. I like this one, it’s a bit different than what I was expecting. Good job!

    45: Good story. Not quite what I was expecting, but right up there. Good job!

    46: I like this one. Plenty of eroticism, but the last line makes me want a continuation, even if it’s just an ‘oh shit’. Good job!

    47: Good story. I can imagine accidents like this happen a bit more often than people think they do, especially on a wet floor. Good job!

    48: Good job. I like this one, although I feel there’s a bit of a jump where there were supposed to be a few more lines. That said, it’s good, and I like it!

    49: I will admit, I was expecting that reaction but I doubt the characters were. Good job!

    50: This is one of those stories where I was not expecting what actually ended up happening. Good job on surprising me!

    51: I like this story. I’ve always wondered how some people can tell twins apart so easily, although I suppose in this one it’s a bit more obvious what with the different personalities. Good job!

    52: I like this one, although I feel it could do with a bit more dialogue, but at the same time it works well for the eavesdropping aspect. Good job!

    53: I like it, the eavesdropping element is good in this one, although some of the words in there distracted me a bit, but that’s just me. Overall, this one was really good.

    54: I like this one. It’s more contemplative than explicit, and in my opinion that only helps it. Good job!

    55: Interesting sci-fi element to it. Took me a while to understand what exactly was going on, but that’s just the curse of such few words. Overall, I liked this one. Good job!

  3. I’m following the format of leaving feedback for the 3 I liked as well as the 3 that could use a little something.

    Please take any criticism with a grain of salt as it is purely my opinion 🙂

    11) Selective Hearing – I liked how you put a different spin on the eavesdropping here – very clever. I also thought the story was well-written and wanted to read more.
    33) A Private Party – I liked the sort of noir vibe in this piece, it made it stand out from the others in my mind. The dialogue was believable and I think it really sold the smuttiness too.
    45) Got the Message? – The dialogue/whispers in this piece are hot and I liked the concept. Not going to lie, you nearly lost me at ‘cuddle party’, but the rest of the story held my interest nicely.

    24) Caught in the act – I’m guilty of this one myself which is where perhaps I am hyper aware of it, but ‘I’ is used a lot in this piece. If you can remove/ re-work a couple of the sentences to remove the use of ‘I’, I think the story would flow better. I did like the idea of being caught by the person you are fantasizing about though.
    52) A Stable Job – I found that ‘I’ was used a lot in this piece as well. Again, I feel if you could remove a few of these, it would be more immersive for the reader.
    2) Doing Time – I really enjoyed this story and liked the concept and the world/characters you created. For me, I did think there were too many adjectives/descriptors in such a short piece which kind of drew me out a little. As an example, you have ‘afternoon sunlight’, ‘dancing dust’, ‘warm air’ in the same sentence, which in itself is fine, but the warmth/stickiness of the air had been described earlier in the paragraph, and so this kind of detracted from the action which was taking place.

  4. Some stories I found very hard to follow and/or the eavesdropping element was nearly non-existent. However, there were a lot of great ones.
    2) Love the concept but the passive voice took me out of it a little.
    5) I was confused about paragraph 3. Many men are mentioned but Sir talks to “him”. I wasn’t sure what didn’t look the same.
    7) Beautiful! So sad!
    10) I was confused by this one; it seemed like he was going to take the truck but leave his car there, and I’m not sure why he changed his mind.
    11) Such a cool idea!
    14) Ha! That was so much fun. Please write the next chapter and tag me.
    16) Helluva story, that.
    29) Nice twist on the theme!
    47) Bwahahahaha!! Great use of humor.

  5. For Round 4 voting I set aside some time, ran a bubble bath, lit some candles and settled in with my iPad. The bath was hot, the mood was set and I had 55 entries of yummy scrummy smut to indulge in.

    As I read I split the entries into three categories: Likes, Dislikes, and Neutral. At the end of this first read through I had 10 likes, 11 dislikes and 34 I didn’t have a strong feeling either way. The stories that stood out for me were the ones that had an interesting, original concept. Some of the entries I didn’t enjoy as much were the ones I had difficulty finding the connection to the prompt, “Eavesdropping”. Others unfortunately, just didn’t appeal to me.

    Eventually after a few revisions of the entries on my shortlist I narrowed it down to these six:

    25. Telephone Exchange – Working at the telephone exchange was a nice vintage touch. I enjoyed how the character lost touch with reality and entered the fantasy she was eavesdropping on.

    27. Master of Whispers – I loved the intrigue in this piece. The desperation of the character to find the information before cumming was palpable and the ending was brutal.

    34. Deliver of the Dead – This entry stood out on my first read through, I wasn’t 100% sure if I liked it but it’s originality compelled me to put it on my Likes list. On the second read through it really grabbed my attention. I like how it shows the perils of eavesdropping and the problems with making assumptions with what is being overheard. It’s also a great play on the macabre.

    45. Got the Message? – The idea of an adult cuddle party drew me into this one.

    47. The Interview – I always enjoy some well placed humour in my smut and this entry delivered that. The interaction between the two interviewers was steamy and the quick wit of the interviewee in such an embarrassing situation was entertaining.

    55. Porn evil, Eavesdrop healthy! – This was a strong story to close out this round. Another original concept. The idea of a live porn show being filmed in the houses of couples for the singles of the Corporation to enjoy is intriguing.

    My final three were taken from these six and it was a difficult choice to make. Congratulations to all the writers who participated in Round 4 and good luck for Round 5.

  6. I left feedback for everyone this week- I apologize is some is more thorough and/or specific than others… and please remember- these are just my opinions and thoughts as I read through!

    2. Doing Time- Beautiful intro! Love the set up and the twist at the end that she’s the one in prison.
    3. Hackers are Perverts, too- Ha! Very cute story!
    4. Room 204 – hot! I loved the guy’s carelessness in leaving the windows open!
    5. Always present – nice twist on the prompt
    6. Who Needs Breakfast? – Ha! Love the end!
    7. Maitresse du Roi- very interesting!
    8. Overhears Whispers- oh! I thought that was very anticlimactic! I would’ve like to hear things heat up a little more in the back!
    9. Gino’s Cocktails – love the wordplay in the title! Very nicely written.
    10. The Puppeteer – wow… I don’t really know what to say about this. Well written. Pretty savage.
    11. Selective Hearing – I like the take on the prompt!! I do not, however, buy in to the girl’s thoughts. I think this was written by a man, but if I’m wrong, then good on ya girl!
    12. Together Again – I’d like less exposition and more of the actual eavesdropping! Very hot idea, but I wanna hear at least her part of the convo!
    13. Fixing the Plumbing- oh I liked this, although I thought the title would be a play on words and it wasn’t.
    14. Out for the count- Ha! I was about to comment how your story wasn’t about eavesdropping… and then there it was! Nice job! You really need to continue this story and find a smutty magazine to send it to… and I’d be happy to beta it for you! 🙂
    15. Country matters – cute! But I’d like the listener’s reaction!
    16. Sunday Service – interesting! You’ve got some layers here that could definitely be developed into a longer story.
    17. Night Shift Desire – I have to admit that I didn’t really understand what was happening here. Was a doctor pleasing a patient? Did a man come in and give a handjob to someone dying? Reading it again, that’s what I assume is happening, but some kind of identifiers for the setting and characters would be very helpful!
    18. Show Time – Very interesting take. I like the assassin’s thoughts about the Dominatrix and the interaction inside. A couple things took me out of the story – “a neat parallel pattern” – when I first read this, I thought neat as in cool, awesome, not clean or tidy. I would suggest changing this to “neat rows” or something similar. Also the question about baseball – I would tighten that up to – former baseball player? These are just minor things, but in my opinion would make your story pack more of a punch.
    19. Talk of the Office – This was a VERY different take on the prompt! I like that the sexy stuff was happening to the eavesdroppers!
    20. Killing Time – It’s funny, for “Show Time”, I did not wonder at all why the man was being targeted by an assassin, but here, I wonder why the woman is… Funny how ingrained things are in our brains.
    21. The Other Side – Very nice! I like that she couldn’t really hear what was going on and was imagining it.
    22. Glass Cleaner – I think you missed an opportunity here! “It becomes obvious…” This is where the good part starts and I want to know what happens!
    23. A Smutty Coincidence – HAHAHA! Love that you brought in this competition! Very crafty of you!
    24. Caught in the Act – I think this could be tightened up for greater effect. You have too many non-essential details and not enough meat in this!
    25. Telephone exchange – I like how you loop the last thought back to the first one. I would have liked to hear the conversation, though!
    26. A New Discovery – I like this. Very descriptive and nice balance of discovery/eavesdropping and smut.
    27. Master of Whispers – This was good! Great pacing and wonderful twist at the end!
    28. In-Flight Service – Love the concept, but not sure how believable it is… where are the flight attendants?!
    29. Transparent Walls – This was cute.
    30. The Comfort of Home – A little tightening up might have made it flow better. It wasn’t like she did not know” is a little clunky and “she knew” would have worked just as well and given you more words for the sexy part!
    31. An Honest Confession – I don’t know that a “cheating confession” would get that much in detail! Also, consider finding a different word for persuaded… I always keep thesaurus.com open for such things when I’m writing!
    32. Too Much Information – I like that this his eavesdropping comes back to her talking about him. I kind of resent the line “ruined by childbirth.” There are so many other words you could have used – stretched, changed, morphed – that don’t have as negative of a connotation.
    33. A Private Party – Semi-private is more like it! I really like the tone of this, the twist at the end, and the “wait, what?” moment. Fun piece!
    34. Deliver of the Dead – Hahahaha! Oops! Nice setting! I think the title should be Deliverer to make it the person who delivers the dead.
    35. Close Call – Hahaha! Great ending!
    36. Job Security – I love the set-up of the accidental phone call. I didn’t really like the end, though, even though it ties directly to the title, but I think some kind of realization from the boss would have been good.
    37. Chelsea Lays the Odds – Very nice metaphor! I like the acceptance at the end, though I guess I want to know whether the narrator joins the fun, backs away quietly, or just stays and listens more…
    38. Silent Night? – This is a great concept, but definitely needed some tightening up. The end of the first paragraph could have definitely been reworded, as it’s pretty clunky – “her brother was in his where hopefully it would stay that way”. Also, what is in the bathroom that the girl wants?
    39. What the Housemaid Heard – I like the set up of this. I think the information in the second paragraph could’ve been weaved into the third paragraph for less of an info dump.
    40. Two Can Play – Great idea for this prompt! I love the idea that he’s tied up on the couch being MADE to listen! A few thoughts – necktie tied is awkward and the verb could be dropped. Also me at the very end makes it seem like the wife is addicted to the husband – should be “I am”.
    41. Arranged Deprivation – I like the majority of this piece, but the end kind of baffles me. He knows what he needs to do to open it, so I would’ve liked an ending that spoke to whether he would beg or not!
    42. You Aren’t Alone – Hot! I would like to follow this couple on their adventure!
    43. Room for one more – This was a great context. Another read through might have helped pick up errors and awkward wording.
    44. A Watched Pot – Great metaphor/double entendre here!
    45. Got the Message? – This was super hot, but a little hard to follow. Kind of ethereal, so it worked.
    46. Sweet Dreams, Suzy – Very hot. I liked the idea of masturbating during a sleepover.
    47. The Interview – HA! I love the premise of this. At the end, I think a different line would be more impactful. Something like “Sorry! I look forward to hearing from you, soon!”
    48. Say What – This is pretty good, but it needed another read-through. Near the end, it should be “they lay her on it, face down.”
    49. In the Closet – Is this the rekindling of the marriage? That would be interesting to find out what happens after!
    50. Crossed Lines – I love the idea of being able to listen in on a sex call. I don’t know if I buy him unmuting and talking, nor her response, but I think it could be easily fixed. I think that even having her disconnect with Mike before addressing Jacob would make more sense.
    51. A Secret Shared – I don’t understand. Were the girls tricking Robert? Is that why he called Ana by Fay’s name at the beginning?
    52. A Stable Job – I would like to hear the words they are saying!
    53. Her Lady’s Bidding – “Haystack of fornication” LOL
    54. Lake Affect – This has a slight Hemingway feel to it. I wonder if it was Addy he was listening to across the lake..
    55. Porn evil, Eavesdrop healthy! – I love this world you have created in such a short space! I would definitely like more stories that take place in it!

  7. Wow – choosing 3 was tough – 16 – Sunday Service was a joy – a delightfully old-fashioned story but the different perspective gave it real oomph
    27 – Master of Whispers – Someone has a hell of an imagination to dream this one up – and then tell it so well – definitely felt a shiver at the end
    40 – I loved the note of optimism it ended on!
    So many other great pieces – I so want 23 – A smutty Coincidence to not be fiction – the stuff of dreams and told well
    35 – Close Call – really well written and a great punchline
    21 – The Other Side – Well drawn and set up – left me wanting more – who was it?

  8. 25 (10)
    What I liked: This premise feels obvious, but, as the fact that nobody else tried it shows, it’s not as obvious as it seems. And you’ve executed it really well.
    What I thought could be improved: I’m sort of loathe to criticise because I think you’ve done a really good job, but for me it just lacked smuttiness a bit.

    15 (9)
    What I liked: This story grew on me the more of it I read – the beginning felt a little clichéd, but I loved the wedding bells at the end.
    What I thought could be improved: Oh, sorry, see above!

    7 (8)
    What I liked: I thought this was excellent – it really stayed with me after I’d read it. It’s a well-known tale, obviously, but details like the narrator lifting the floorboard were very memorable.
    What I thought could be improved: I thought the final paragraph – ‘the lovers continued their progress’ especially, didn’t read as naturally as the rest.

    34 (7)
    What I liked: The premise is just superb! It properly has the potential to be truly, truly disgusting and taboo, and I loved that.
    What I thought could be improved: Inevitably, I think, because the premise promises so much, the ending was bound to be less effective than the rest of the story – it’s a great idea, it would be interesting to see if you could come up with a more original way of ending it.

    54
 (6)
    What I liked: This is very strong writing, because you’ve made a real effort to describe things in the way your narrator sees/would talk about them, e.g. ‘those lemony candles do a good job, I think.’
    What I thought could be improved: I really enjoyed reading this, I’m just not sure it could strictly be described as ‘smut’.

    44 (5)
    What I liked: This story is a strong combination of solid writing and a premise that no one else has used, which makes it stand out from the crowd.
    What I thought could be improved: I thought some of your word choices could perhaps be more precise – do babies really drape? And I’m inclined to automatically dislike any man who thinks he can cook pasta well without a timer, I’m afraid.

    47 (4)
    What I liked: Great premise – this has to be everyone’s worst nightmare and you managed to make it sexy. Plus, you had good, natural sounding dialogue.
    What I thought could be improved: The ending undermined the rest of a great story just a little bit, I thought, sorry.

    19 (3)
    What I liked: Excellent, excellent writing – it’s clever that the eavesdropping starts because of something unrelated to the sex, and it really makes your story stand out from the others.
    What I thought could be improved: Watch out for tiny typos, like capitalising ‘He’ after dialogue, giving the impression that a new sentence has started.

    49 (2)
    What I liked: At first I thought this was going to be a bit predictable, so I enjoyed the twist part way through! It’s also good and smutty!
    What I thought could be improved: There’s not a huge amount of memorable detail, so it’s not that easy to visualise your characters.

    1
    What I liked: I like that you called the couple Jack and Jill – using those names emphasises the sense that this couple could be anyone, it doesn’t matter to the narrator.
    What I thought could be improved: I’m not convinced this is a story, exactly – it feels more like a scene.

    2
    What I liked: Your writing is very sensory, and that’s very effective – I liked details like the concrete floor underfoot and the real atmosphere you capture in the first paragraph.
    What I thought could be improved: This doesn’t really feel like an eavesdropping story to me – although there are people who may be eavesdropping on them, that aspect of the story feels like an afterthought, which is a shame, because there’s a lot to like about your writing.

    3
    What I liked: ‘Blue hair splayed out on the pillow,’ ‘filled with teenage bravado and cheap cider.’ The details in this are lovely.
    What I thought could be improved: I’m not 100% convinced it’s eavesdropping if the whole scenario was kind of pre-engineered, but the writing is strong and I think you’ve intended to incorporate the prompt. This very nearly got points from me.

    4
    What I liked: The dialogue is written in a very plausible way.
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or surprising about the story, I’m afraid.

    5
    What I liked: The first paragraph is very strong – the ‘popular even’ makes me want to know more about this character.
    What I thought could be improved: I think you’ve struggled to incorporate the eavesdropping aspect, sorry. ‘Some may say it’s eavesdropping,’ but I’m afraid I don’t.

    6
    What I liked: I thought this was a very fun story – lots of BDSM stories seem to come across quite seriously, but this was playful in an effective way.
    What I thought could be improved: I know there’s a hint of a twist at the end, but it wasn’t enough to really make your story stand out. Your writing is good – focus on the things that will make me remember yours instead of other people.

    8
    What I liked: I liked the details of what the characters were wearing – it let me picture them super easily.
    What I thought could be improved: Instead of increasing the tension, you let this fade away at the end, and it’s disappointing for the reader. Try to finish strong!

    9
    What I liked: You’re very good at detail which allows the reader to picture your characters – things like the rings on the chubby fingers.
    What I thought could be improved: I don’t know if it’s intentional, but your story comes across fairly humorous, and that detracts from the eroticism for me.

    10
    What I liked: This is a classic scenario for an eavesdropping challenge, but you’ve written it well.
    What I thought could be improved: I found some of the details confusing, which was distracting – if she took the truck, how does he have the keys for it?

    11
    What I liked: The originality of your idea – I liked it a lot, although I wasn’t sure that mind reading technically equals eavesdropping, which is why it lost out on points.
    What I thought could be improved: The ending is given away a bit too easily by the paragraph that comes before. Could you perhaps have made it subtler/more surprising?

    12
    What I liked: The fact that you held back the information about them having shared him in the past right until the end.
    What I thought could be improved: This was one where technology got in the way for me – I just didn’t believe the friend wouldn’t be calling her husband on her mobile, rather than a fixed line – it felt a little too convenient.

    13
    What I liked: The ending is really good – it’s not a cliff-hanger as such, but it does leave the reader with a lot of pent up tension, which is great!
    What I thought could be improved: I found the plot a bit confusing, sorry – perhaps the first couple of paragraphs could be clearer?

    14
    What I liked: I wasn’t sure to start with, but after some reflection I’ve decided I’m really into the opening line.
    What I thought could be improved: I don’t know if it’s intentional, but your story comes across fairly humorous, and that detracts from the eroticism for me.

    15
    What I liked: This story grew on me the more of it I read – the beginning felt a little clichéd, but I loved the wedding bells at the end.
    What I thought could be improved: Oh, sorry, see above!

    16
    What I liked: I very much liked the line ‘she is worried I’ll see the light and serve the Lord instead of her’
    What I thought could be improved: It’s a well-written story, but personally I didn’t find it sexy, which is why it missed out on points.

    17
    What I liked: The title is great and the structure is interesting as well, which I liked.
    What I thought could be improved: I found the first line a bit strange – it’s brave to give the narrator such a distinctive voice, but because it didn’t work for me, it affected how I read the rest of the story.

    18
    What I liked: I think this is excellent – it’s different and it’s fun (the bit about the grin!) and it just really works.
    What I thought could be improved: The final line is a bit ‘generic action movie,’ and could be stronger, in my opinion.

    20
    What I liked: The first paragraph sets the scene very effectively – it’s concise but you get a lot in there.
    What I thought could be improved: It’s a little frustrating that we don’t get to learn why Kat is there or what she’s hoping to achieve.

    21
    What I liked: Your writing, especially your descriptions, is very strong – it’s easy to picture your character in their surroundings.
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or surprising about the story, I’m afraid.

    22
    What I liked: I liked the perspective you were telling the story from – this character seems like a very natural person to be eavesdropping.
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or surprising about the story, I’m afraid.

    23
    What I liked: That you’ve tried to do something clever – I admire your bravery!
    What I thought could be improved: I was just a bit confused by this – it seemed just too much of a coincidence to be plausible and who is the other person talking about the assignment to – that’s against the rules!

    24
    What I liked: You’ve definitely met both the smutty and eavesdropping parts of the brief, which is great
    What I thought could be improved: There could be more variety in your writing – having fewer sentences starting with ‘I…’ would make this less repetitive.

    26
    What I liked: The unusual setting, which really made your story stand out from the others.
    What I thought could be improved: Watch out for minor typos, like ‘of’ instead of ‘off’ in the final paragraph

    27
    What I liked: I really like the line ‘Jared pumps his fist, scanning the court, searching the minds of those within it’ – great writing! And the ending is fab, too
    What I thought could be improved: The idea is clever, but I think it’s pushing the eavesdropping idea a bit – I’d say what he can do is more mindreading, no?

    28
    What I liked: I like the way you start by going straight into what the narrator is thinking about – very effective.
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or surprising about the story, I’m afraid.

    29
    What I liked: I very much like the line ‘His voice is deep and has a growly texture and when he tells her what to do, it makes me wet.’
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or surprising about the story, I’m afraid.

    30
    What I liked: I liked the concept a lot – it seemed very plausible that she would worry she had overstayed her welcome and be pleasantly surprised that that isn’t the case!
    What I thought could be improved: Careful with the formatting of your story – you either need to indent the first line at the start of each paragraph or have a line space between them.

    31
    What I liked: I liked the premise of your story – it felt like a slightly more original take on eavesdropping as a way to discover infidelity than in some of the other stories.
    What I thought could be improved: I was a little confused by what was happening at the end of your story, I’m afraid.

    32
    What I liked: I thought you were brave to go with something borderline taboo, and I found the idea of it pretty hot, to be honest.
    What I thought could be improved: This missed out on points from me because at the end it becomes quite confusing – the shift from what he’s expecting her to be gossiping about to what she’s actually saying could be made clear.

    33
    What I liked: I like the sensory details of the line ‘Fabric shifting, denim on lace.’
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or original about the story, I’m afraid.

    35
    What I liked: I like the way you open with nice, smutty dialogue – very effective.
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or original about the story, I’m afraid.

    36
    What I liked: I assume she butt-dialled him? I thought that was a clever way to establish the eavesdropping thing.
    What I thought could be improved: I was confused by the ending, I’m afraid.

    37
    What I liked: I really liked your ending – I thought it rounded the whole story off really nicely.
    What I thought could be improved: I wondered if maybe you could have done even more with your premise – pushed it a bit further?

    38
    What I liked: I think the premise is a good one – it’s not the world’s most original, but it gives you lots of potential to exploit.
    What I thought could be improved: I’m afraid that, although the premise was clever, because Emily found it repulsive, rather than arousing in any way, I ended up feeling similarly as the reader.

    39
    What I liked: This is a classic scenario for an eavesdropping challenge, but you’ve written it well – there’s lots of attention to detail in your prose.
    What I thought could be improved: I wondered if you might have been able to add a bit of a twist or something to just add a little more originality.

    40
    What I liked: You’ve definitely met both the smutty and eavesdropping parts of the brief, which is great
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or original about the story, I’m afraid.

    41
    What I liked: Your writing is very multi-sensory, which is great – it’s what makes it erotic, in my opinion.
    What I thought could be improved: I didn’t think the final paragraph was quite as strong as the rest – sorry.

    42
    What I liked: It’s brave to have made the story about having an eavesdropping kink, but not actually show someone eavesdropping during the story.
    What I thought could be improved: I didn’t really understand, throughout, where they were or why she was questioning him – more words might have allowed you to make this clearer.

    43
    What I liked: You’re a really good writer – great attention to detail and wonderful dialogue in this.
    What I thought could be improved: Your writing is good, but the story would benefit from being more original, I think.

    45
    What I liked: That first paragraph especially is great – the varied sentence lengths are effective, as is the bit about the five o’ clock shadow.
    What I thought could be improved: Although the brief doesn’t explicitly require it – I’d have liked the eavesdropping to be more central to the main action in the story.

    46
    What I liked: I liked the tent setting – you were the only person to use this, which made your story memorable.
    What I thought could be improved: There’s nothing I found particularly fresh or surprising about the plot, I’m afraid.

    48
    What I liked: The paragraph before the section break especially is very sexy – nice work!
    What I thought could be improved: Careful with the formatting of your story – you either need to indent the first line at the start of each paragraph or have a line space between them.

    50
    What I liked: There’s something kind of retro-sexy about stories in this round that feature landline phones, like this one, and I think it’s super effective.
    What I thought could be improved: The premise is really good and almost got points – I just wished you’d made the story even smuttier.

    51
    What I liked: The taboo aspect of this, which makes it very smutty indeed and very much fulfils the brief.
    What I thought could be improved: Careful with the formatting of your story – you either need to indent the first line at the start of each paragraph or have a line space between them.

    52
    What I liked: Your writing is very solid and a pleasure to read – good work.
    What I thought could be improved: There’s a bit of a lack of memorable detail – perhaps you could have described something about the couple in the next stall in more detail – what they were saying, perhaps, or more detail about the sex.

    53
    What I liked: I like the first paragraph a lot – especially the detail about the rats – very effective!
    What I thought could be improved: I don’t know if it’s intentional, but your story comes across fairly humorous, and that detracts from the eroticism for me.

    55
    What I liked: This is one of the most original premises in this round – it’s very clever and it’s pretty damn creepy as well. This very nearly got points from me.
    What I thought could be improved: I couldn’t work out why Jerry would be one of the people watching – that wasn’t clear to me.

  9. Amazing how much variation can be found within just a single word – well done again to all you wonderfully creative entrants. There were a lot of listening through wall stories and so any which fell into this category really did need to stand out. Here’s my feedback, my apologies for not commenting on them all and further apologies in advance for any unintended misunderstandings of your work.

    1) Sexcapades Toy Shop. A fun and delightfully sordid scenario. I like being able to read the eavesdroppers thoughts, but think this story may have benefitted with a brief explanation of why she named the lovers Jack and Jill.

    2) Doing time. Some very skilful scene setting at the beginning. What a clever way to slowly introduce the scenario, I really enjoyed the eventual realisation that this was taking place in a prison. Some beautifully described smut too. Amazing. Well done.

    3) Hackers are Perverts Too. This was a bit difficult to follow and required a couple of reads to understand. When I did eventually get it (consider me the lowest common denominator!) I liked the twist. Nicely developed characters too.

    6) Who needs breakfast? Quite a few mistakes in this. I did find the passenger characters fun and believable though, which painted a vivid picture.

    9) Ginos’s Cocktails. Excellent set-up, great characters and really, really hot. Also, ‘Bella Trunch’ is a magnificent name!

    11) Selective Hearing. Had to re-read to ensure I’d understood the twist at the end, on the second read noticing that all-important ‘too’ in ‘You had a hot one too?’ – clever! Great idea for a story.

    13) Fixing the Plumbing. Breathtaking pace – really well written. The beginning was a little confusing, perhaps because there’s too much assumption that the reader knows who Verna and Steve are and what they’re doing there.

    14) Out For The Count. Absolutely brilliant! Superb humour, from the title onwards. At first I was worried that this was a hammy, serious piece but the “Can you prepare a bit faster” interruption was just perfect.

    15) Country Matters. I could imagine myself in this scene – really well written. The last line is a real zinger too.

    17) Night Shift Desire. A brave use of dividers to break up the scene (must try to use them myself). I had to re-read a couple of times to understand what was going on and I’m not sure why there was a question mark after ‘nurse’. Whilst I wasn’t sure about some descriptions (e.g. ‘bunny-lashed eyes’), others really hit the mark (‘Porcelain-white fluid,).

    18) Show Time. I like the boldness of the assassin to think of asking the dominatrix for a drink – what a character!

    21) The Other Side. Oh, now I want more information too! Love the idea of Friday night spankings, this really sets off the story. The use of ‘mousy’ to describe the girl also effectively paints a picture of someone who’s wild only behind closed doors. Very good.

    23) A Smutty Coincidence. One of those stories where I wish I’d had the same idea. An ingenious story that had me skipping through to see how it ends before re-reading.

    25) Telephone exchange. Excellent story, what a great idea! ‘how wet your flesh will be against my tongue’ – exquisite.

    27) Master of Whispers. Supremely imaginative, wow. I’m very impressed at how you’ve managed to pack so much story (including Jared’s back story) into so few words.

    30) The Comfort of Home. One of the more imaginative stories, what a lovely idea. It seemed as though the eavesdropping was really just Coral being part of a conversation though? Maybe if the conversation between Alicia and Selwyn had been in the past (I.e. “but she had overheard Alicia ask…” it would have made more sense.

    32) Too Much Information. A wonderfully described scenario with a lovely twist at the end.

    34) Deliver of the Dead. That’s one hell of a well-written opening, so vivid that it didn’t take my imagination much effort to put myself in the scene – what wonderful talent you have. Great story, well done.

    35) (sorry, I deleted the title!). ‘succulent meal’! Oh that’s good! Some great, heady erotica here which, whilst using a fairly common eavesdropping-through-a-wall theme, really caught my attention.
    37) Chelsea Lays the Odds. I liked how you set up this eavesdropping scene, there’s a whole lot of story you’ve cleverly fitted in and hinted at here.

    39) What The Housemaid Heard. This had a good beginning, I really liked how the character speaks on behalf of the reader as it brings me into the conspiracy. There were a few sentences which could have been more clearly constructed (e.g. “I was polishing, that exotic old wood and jade statues, they get so dusty” was hard to follow). Also – and this is no doubt my problem rather than yours – I find ‘nubbin’ to be a very unsexy word!

    40) Two Can Play. I could really feel this character’s frustration, nicely done! The sentence starting ‘My wrists’ could have perhaps been better if ‘in’ had been replaced with a comma.

    42) You Aren’t Alone. Really glad that you’ve taken this angle on ‘eavesdrop’ – your story certainly stands out as a result. Now I want to know more, such as who they are, where they are, what happens next…all a result of great writing.

    45) Got the Message? Two eavesdropping scenarios in one short story – impressive! Could have possibly done with a little more description as to why her nipples were against his back. But this did not detract from a red hot story with magnificent descriptions. Great work.

    48) Say What. This was a very sexy read. The ‘[She jumps.]’ insertion seemed a bit odd and I wonder if there were another way to describe her reaction? Word limits may have prevented this though.

    53) Her Lady’s Bidding. This was a lot of fun to read, it certainly put a smile on my face. Fantastic, entirely believable dialogue. “I need to descend my labia to your luscious mouth” – great stuff!

  10. 6. I really liked this story. It was a successful use of overhearing-roommates-through-thin-walls that a lot of other writers used as well. I really liked the last line and the fact that it was playful and sexy.

    23. Really clever how you incorporated the Smut Marathon into your story. Like myself, I bet a lot of other writers are wishing they had thought of that!

    28. This is a fantasy of mine and I really like the way you told the story. It left me wanting to know what happens next.

    32. Childbirth does not ruin a woman’s body. I almost stopped reading after the first line because it was such a turn off for me.

    44. This story was my absolute favorite! I thought it was sweet and sexy and so real. It made me tear up a little bit, but it also turned me on. Simply wonderful!

    46. Another fantasy of mine. I used to masturbate at sleep overs, but I don’t think I ever “got caught”. I love the ending, how Suzy knows she knows. Now I want to know if they will take things to another level.

    52. This is a great story, but the rhythm is a little repetitive with the use of “I”. If you found a way to vary your sentence structure a little more, I think you would have an even better piece.

  11. So here I am again making excuses but with Michael in hospital I have really struggled this week so my feedback is super short and again I am terribly sorry about that. If you want to know what I thought about YOUR piece get in touch and I will let you know.

    Overall my advice here is that too many of these stories were overly complicated and confusing. I found myself unsure about who or what was happening. When you have few words to play with keep it simple.

    Also again we had piece where there is no character to connect with, it is purely just a description of sex of listening to sex with no story to frame it apart from that.

    And again, so many stories that were the same or similar. Way too much use of dialogue as well which actually I would have avoided. The best stories were those that kept that to a minimum and told the story through the person listening rather than just telling us what they heard.

    42) You Aren’t Alone
    Stand out piece for me because you didn’t fall into the trap of your piece beings someone listening to a sexual encounter but instead you turned the listening into a fetish. His slight discomfort with his desires is hot and the sexual tension between them which is evident right from the beginning makes for a delicious little encounter. Well done you.

    21) The Other Side
    That opening paragraph is a great hook into the story. The questions work really well to build that bit of tension and we are there with her wondering and straining to hear. I finished this one and yes, I wanted more. Also like the previous story you didn’t fall into the trap of just telling her what she overhears but we learn about it through her thoughts on what she hears. If I could give 2 ten points I would have done.

    47. The Interview

    This piece really flows. I don’t know that it is that sexy but it definitely has a thrill factor to it which I like the ending actually works to bring in a bit of humour but also I couldn’t help wondering if she might end up with more than a job so in that regard it was definitely a story that stayed with me.

    25. Telephone exchange

    Great opening line here too. Totally hooks you into the piece. I liked that you did something different setting it in a different era which perfectly with the stockings too and again not really telling us what she hears but focusing more on how Betty feels about it so we can connect with her and know she is a rather naughty girl. To improve it, I would have shortened the section about what he was saying and instead concentrated more on how Betty felt about what she overheard, the sound of his voice the things he said that made her ache etc but overall very strong writing.

    55) Porn evil, Eavesdrop healthy!
    I really like that you did something very different with the prompt. As I have said in my feedback before taking a risk is a good idea because it can make your piece stand out from the crowd and you definitely did that. I didn’t find the scenario particularly sexy until we got to the last line which had me going back and reading it over again. I think if you had maybe managed to give us a little bit more about how either of them felt about being watched that might have given more connection with them as characters.

    15) Country Matters

    A lot of pieces had trouble with the dialogue part but you have done an excellent job of using the overheard conversation to give us the story of these characters. I have to say this response “All fucking day long – with you.” so simple but so fucking hot and definitely conveys their desire for one another. The weak point in this piece of the person listening as we really know nothing about them and they are almost incidental to the piece.

    35) Close Call
    A good opening line is always important but even more so in a competition like this where there are so many pieces to read. Grabbing the reader’s attention right off the bat is very important and you definitely did that. You also have a really strong ending although it does rather cut the action off but the bit in the middle needs some work. “she considered scrapping the idea of a new mini.” A car or a skirt? It just feels like an odd phrase. “ravenous lips vibrating against the succulent meal.” Such a subjective thing but the word meal here doesn’t work at all for me.

    45) Got the Message?
    I will be honest and say it took me a couple of reads to really connect with this piece. I think it just lacks a bit of detail about them as they feel very remote but the writing is good and you definitely did something different with the prompt which I like. “Five o’clock shadow right on time.” Such a great descriptive sentence and “Whispers undulated around the circle” makes it easy to image the tone and flow of the voices.

    40) Two Can Play
    I almost missed this one to be honest and I think that is because it just didn’t grab my attention with it’s opening line and so that would be my biggest piece advice about this one is change the opening line to something that draws the reader right into the action. Maybe something like. “Finding out my wife wanted to be with another woman changed everything” That doesn’t really fit your story but I am using it as an example of how an opening line can set the reader up and draw them in, the moment they read that they have to know how it changed everything.

    I think with some work you could have scored much higher because this is a nice piece and you basically managed to tell a whole story in a few short words which is tough and also avoided the too much dialogue trap.

    Molly

    Ps… I am absolutely fucking exhausted at the moment and my proof reader is not around and so if this is full of typos and lacks commas then forgive me my tired writing sins.

  12. Hi everyone, I am submitting vote last minute and I can only provide a little feedback but I admire all of you for sticking with the smut marathon. You are creative and awesome. My in-general comment is that the stories that don’t really grab me, it’s because your story starts in a general way instead of providing me with details that put me RIGHT IN THE SCENE. Sometimes I think people try to set the scene and the details aren’t all there yet. Other times it feels like the writer is intentionally being obfuscatory, in a dramatic way. Generally I find that frustrating. Just tell me!

    I voted for 4, 7, and 15 because they quickly gripped me with an interesting, descriptive scene, a setting, sensory details.

    I also love the ones I chose because:

    #4 — Room 204 — it’s happy. Simple smile, good feeling. Yes!

    #7 — Maîtresse du Roi — for the emotional substance in it. This is a bit of real human story, not just some light smut!

    #15 — Country Matters — for the general loveliness of it, birds chirping, a wedding, love and sex in the air. I can feel it and I enjoy the hot-pastoral scene you painted.

    I wish I could write more to everyone but not this round. I look forward to more 🖤 Lexy

  13. What I did was to keep the following in mind: “eavesdropping is secretly listen to a conversation.”
    The brief said: it must be clear your story is about eavesdropping, and some stories had only briefly mentioned eavesdropping, making the story more about something else and less about eavesdropping. Others have also only hinted at the eavesdropping, but the entire story was about eavesdropping. There are some stories I liked, and which would have gotten my votes, had I allowed myself to vote. Well done to all of you for advancing to the next round! – Marie xox

    1) Sexcapades Toy Shop: I like the setting of this story, with the glory holes and the booth, but somehow this doesn’t feel like eavesdropping, since the purpose of the booth is to be able to have contact with those in the next booth. I do like the implication of the last line though.

    2) Doing time: Just like in the first story, the eavesdropping part is not really secret, as the guards and couples obviously knew what they might hear, and the couple knew that they would be overheard. That said, this story really has an original take on the assignment, which makes it stand out from the rest. Well done!

    3) Hackers are Perverts Too: I love the sexiness of this story, the idea of them knowing he is there, watching, but to me this is not really eavesdropping, as it was arranged beforehand.

    4) Room 204: I like the ending, where he doesn’t care less and just gets his cock out. Honestly, I am not a fan of the hotel eavesdropping scene as it just feels cliché.

    5) Always present: Somehow it feels like the writer tried their best to make the story fit the prompt, but unfortunately this was not about eavesdropping at all. Sorry.

    6) Who needs breakfast?: I like the twist at the end, and I also liked the bit of boss-secretary roleplay scene she overheard. Well done!

    7) Maîtresse du Roi: I love the time setting of this story, which is an original take on the prompt. Catherine’s sadness adds another layer to this story, which I really like. Well done!

    8) Overheard Whispers: I like the setting of this story, but think it could’ve been so much hotter had the taxi driver only listened and had something really happened in the back of the car. To me the ten-minute warning was a disappointment.
    Tip: watch your punctuation when you use dialogue, but also at the end of your sentences.

    9) Ginos’s Cocktails: A lunch-cum-pool party… now that sounds like a great way to enjoy the sun! I feel that the dialogue worked well as an eavesdropping scene.

    10) The Puppeteer: Sex, betrayal, sadness… what a mix. I love how much you have managed to add in such a short piece. This story is one of my favorites for this round.

    11) Selective Hearing: I really like the perspective of this story, but there’s one thing I don’t understand clearly: if his phone is buzzing, she is texting him, so he’s the one she had sex with the night before. Why doesn’t he recognize her when scanning the room? Maybe I am misreading something in the story…

    12) Together Again: I like the sharing in this story, the physical before and now sharing from a distance. It would have been nice if the eavesdropping was worked out a bit more. Maybe you could’ve started the story with the second paragraph, as the first paragraph isn’t really necessary to make your story stronger. Other than that, this is a good story.

    13) Fixing the Plumbing: This could’ve been a cliché plumber’s story, but this is definitely not cliché. I like the perspective, like how she knows she has to say something but seems to intrigue with the scene on the other side of the door to do so. Well done!

    14) Out For The Count: I like this story, but this is not about eavesdropping. It’s roleplay. Sorry.

    15) Country Matters: This works perfectly as an eavesdropping scene. The dialogue feels natural and so does the scene. Well done!

    16) Sunday Service: Everything about this story works for me. There’s a ‘forbidden’ element to it that’s really sexy!

    17) Night Shift Desire: It took me a while to figure out the scene here, to know what exactly is happening. Where the idea for the story is good, I still I feel that the reader has to read it a couple of times to understand what is happening. This way the story loses its strength.

    18) Show Time: Another story where I like the setting, but the fact that ‘the target’ has been used so many times in this short piece, took me out of the story, especially since three paragraphs started with it. Sorry.

    19) Talk of the Office: I’m sorry, but there’s no real eavesdropping in this story. The brief clearly said the story should be about eavesdropping and where listening to the boss is mentioned here, the story itself is not about eavesdropping.

    20) Killing Time: Another assassin-target story, and I like this one better than number 18. Be careful with using the same phrase (her target) too much in a short piece.

    21) The Other Side: The setting itself is rather cliché (listening to the neighbors through the wall), but even so this story works for me because of the character description of the ‘mousy girl’ and the ‘faceless man’.

    22) Glass Cleaner: I love the royal setting of this piece, and the unmistaken eavesdropping into a sexy scene! Well done!

    23) A Smutty Coincidence: I really like that you have used the Smut Marathon in your story, and of course with the ellipses at the end I am wondering what could follow this scene.

    24) Caught in the act: Like an earlier story, the listening to a neighbor through the wall is a cliché eavesdropping story. There is nothing in this story that makes it better than the cliché. Sorry.

    25) Telephone exchange: I love this. Without mentioning any timeframe, it is clear in which timeframe this story is set, and I immediately had an image of Betty in mind. The eavesdropping works well here, as does the sexiness in the story. Well done!

    26) A New Discovery: This is another story setting that I like, and where I felt the eavesdropping worked well.

    27) Master of Whispers: You have managed to tell an intriguing story in only 250 words, and where the eavesdropping is unusual, the story is good. I had a clear scene in my mind of him tied to the chair and pleasuring himself while scanning the crowd for thoughts. Well done.

    28) In-Flight Service: Something in this made me wish I could’ve witnessed a sexy scene like this on one of my flights.

    29) Transparent Walls: This seems like an ‘double eavesdropping’ and I like the idea of that, even though eavesdropping through a wall is quite cliché.

    30) The Comfort of Home: The way you started with the request, and then went to the previous eavesdropping and back to the request worked for me. It’s a nice story, but not one that truly excited me. Sorry.

    31) An Honest Confession: That’s quite a sexy confession to make and it made me want to know what happened after the door slammed.

    32) Too Much Information: I don’t know why, but this story made me feel uncomfortable, which shouldn’t be seen as a negative, because sometimes it’s good when a story stirs something in you because of a ‘forbidden’ element. This is definitely some kind of eavesdropping…

    33) A Private Party: Where this is another story where eavesdropping happens through a bedroom wall, this one definitely works for me because of the way it’s about to turn into a threesome.

    34) Deliver of the Dead: Where I don’t mind the setting of this story, I am lost at the end as to who the gagged woman is? Is it the late Edna Bonnet? I’ve read the story a couple of times, but still think I might be missing something somewhere.

    35) Close Call: This scene totally works for me, as does the eavesdropping, and I like the twist on the end with her cellphone ringing. Well done.

    36) Job Security: I like the bit of a sneer in the last line of the story, and the way she listens in on her boss. Great story, and I like the accidental eavesdropping and discovery.

    37) Chelsea Lays the Odds: I like the overall theme of gambling here, how you pulled it through from the title to the end of the story. I would’ve liked to see a bit more eavesdropping in the story though.

    38) Silent Night?: The eavesdropping works well in this story. However, I don’t find this story sexy because she’s listening to her parents. Sorry.

    39) What The Housemaid Heard: I like the setting of this story, although I would’ve loved to read more about the eavesdropping.

    40) Two Can Play: I like the point of view of the eavesdropping here, which isn’t really eavesdropping as the two women know that he can hear them. Also, how can he climax when he’s in a cock cage? I thought that wasn’t possible?

    41) Arranged Deprivation: This is another story with a royal-ish setting and I do have a weakness for this kind of stories. That said, the eavesdropping works perfectly here, and is central to the story. There’s also a tinge of sadness to the story, the way he’s waiting for the door to open, which adds another layer to it.

    42) You Aren’t Alone: This is an interesting take on the prompt for this round. It’s not about the actual act of eavesdropping, but it IS about eavesdropping. Well done!

    43) Room for one more: A nice scene of eavesdropping, and sexy too. Make sure you check your punctuation throughout your story, especially when you use dialogue.

    44) A Watched Pot: I find this an original take on the prompt, and would have loved for the actual eavesdropping part to have been more prominent in the story.

    45) Got the Message?: Where there is nothing wrong with this story, it just didn’t tick any boxes for me. Sorry.

    46) Sweet Dreams, Suzy: I like this original take on the prompt. Definitely eavesdropping, and definitely sexy!

    47) The Interview: This one made me laugh. Sometimes humor and sexiness just go together so well and it definitely worked well with this eavesdropping scene!

    48) Say What: I like the eavesdropping scene here and it definitely helps to build suspense in the story. Tip 1: Make sure that when you use inner dialogue (thoughts) to put that in italics, and don’t use too much of it in a short piece like this.
    Tip 2: When you say “She moans.” that is enough and you don’t have to add the “Oh.” after it. That’s actually saying the same thing twice.

    49) In the Closet: I like the way this ends, even though reality might have been totally different. I would’ve liked to see more of the eavesdropping in the story.

    50) Crossed Lines: I like the little twist at the end, and the eavesdropping is clear in this story.

    51) A Secret Shared: Now this is an original take on the prompt. I like it!

    52) A Stable Job: I like the setting of the story, but would’ve wanted to see more of the eavesdropping part, and what she heard.

    53) Her Lady’s Bidding: Another story set in a royal scene, and quite a sexy piece of eavesdropping here! I like it!

    54) Lake Affect: I like how you have incorporated the eavesdropping here without using any dialogue, but mentioning enough for the reader to see the scene. Well done.

    55) Porn evil, Eavesdrop healthy!: Now this is an original take on the prompt! I really like this story.

  14. Loved the entries that fully committed to the theme of eavesdropping rather than still relying on a lot of visuals. I was definitely more drawn to the entries which steered away from the cliche ‘heard it through the wall/door’ scenario and found a new take on eavesdropping.

    Loved No.7. Beautifully written, really set the scene and it was a story in itself, rather than just a scene. Great, tight writing.

    No. 34. Again, the unique angle got me in first and the quality of the writing kept me there. Fabulous contribution.

    No. 15. Really enjoyed this. I could picture the scene even though there was little given visually. A definite winner.

    No. 54. Where is the eroticism? For me, this entry didn’t fit the bill in any way.

    Nos. 2 & 3 very little reference in any way to eavesdropping so for me, the theme wasn’t fulfilled. It was more a visual piece than an auditory one.

  15. Feedback is always hard. Again, I’m going to note some general problems because honestly it seems unfair to single out any particular stories for common errors.

    First, the thing which irked me the most about this assignment was that fully 30% of entries chose to use the same “surprise” twist ending. 17/55. Seventeen writers decided that this was the appropriate ending for their story.
    Well, to be fair, it was eighteen, because my first draft included the same twist, but I scrapped the whole thing for reasons of length. Interestingly, I felt that only one of the 17 really earned its twist ending; the others seemed tacked-on as an afterthought. So it’s not the ending itself that is bad, just how naturally it flows from the rest of the story.

    In several cases, the story itself was “told”, rather than “shown”. This is a common, yet much misunderstood, piece of writing advice, but I really think it has value. Of course all stories rely on narrative to some extent, but there is a difference between telling us about the story, and telling us the story. If the details of a scene don’t matter, do we gain anything from knowing that there are details at all? Or that the scene happened at all?

    Again, it’s a shame that some writers haven’t taken the time to learn how to use the specific phrases and punctuation they need for their stories. This applies particularly to tenses, which can get unruly when complex backstory is squeezed into only a couple of hundred words. Learn the rules, then break them only when the story demands it. Along with this, I’d say some entries read as if the writer does not have English as their first language – I’m incredibly impressed that these people write so well, but would advise that it’s vital to read widely in the language you choose to write in, and to become fluent with standard usage before attempting more casual or idiomatic phrasing.

    Some stories weren’t erotic. Some weren’t about eavesdropping. Some…weren’t really stories at all. Worse, some entries teetered on the brink of creepy/weird scenes and characters that, in my opinion, have no place being put forward uncritically in erotic fiction. The prompt of “Eavesdropping” puts the issue front and centre in each story, and how it is handled without crossing that line is, I think, the point of the challenge. I’m particularly concerned by the story that made overt comparisons between BDSM and murder. I’ve said it before, but something as sensitive as BDSM needs equally sensitive representation. My feeling was that the author of this entry either did not know or did not care what damage they might be doing.

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