Smut Marathon 2019: Voting Round 5

A black and white image showing mostly black and then an open door with a silhouette in he opening.When we started out with this round, there were 54 writers, but in true tradition of the Smut Marathon, writers have withdrawn due to different circumstances. I have said it before and I will say it again: this is all part of the competition. The 50 writers that are now still in the competition, have shown their stamina up to now, and they will all have to work hard to make it to the end line. Not all of them will make it, but ‘m sure all of them will try!

May I point you to something else? In the past weeks we have started to introduce the sponsors for this year’s marathon. The sponsors that have already been announced are: Eroticon, Sheets of San Francisco, Godemiche and Satisfyer. I have three more sponsors to announce, and of course I soon also will have news about the 2018 anthology. We haven’t forgotten about it. Behind the scenes we are working on it.

The assignment

For the fifth round we wanted the writers to concentrate on their senses. The assignment was:

Write a story that happens entirely in the dark. Use your senses!

Specific requirements:
– Obviously, since the story happens in the dark, the one sense you can use to a very limited degree, is sight.
– your story is between 375-400 words. No less, no more.
– give your story a title of 2-4 words (this is not part of the word count required)

What should you do now?

Read all entries – you have a week to do so – and vote for the three stories 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 7 June 2019 at 23.00 CET (keep an eye on the countdown in the sidebar of the website)
  • Results of the voting round will be published on this site on 9 June 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) Seducing the Vampyr

“Are you here?”

Her voice seemed to echo in the darkened room, as she let the heavy wooden door close behind her. The room smelt musty, the scent heavier in this room than it was in the rest of the old manor house. She was sure that if any light at all were able to filter through the heavy velvet curtains, she would see swirling dust motes filling the air before her. Her nose itched with it.

He took such care to encase this room in darkness, that she could see nothing at all. It was as if she were a fish, swimming into deep black water, leaving the daylight, and safety, behind.

“Hello?”

She tried again, talking a tiny step forward.

Suddenly, there was movement in the inky blackness, not perceptible by eye, but she could feel it. A new odour joined the scent of the room. Leather. And rust. Not rust – the image of bloodstained teeth flashed in her mind’s eye. Oh God.

She groped into the darkness, barely suppressing a gasp when a cool papery hand clasped her outstretched one.

“What are you doing?”

Her voice barely shook, to her surprise.

“Resting.”

His voice was probably deep and commanding once, but there was a rasp to it now. It sounded like the crunching of leaves underfoot. Two hundred years of living death would do that to a man, she supposed.

Despite his answer, he tugged her closer, moving his hand to her wrist. Soon she was pulled flush against him. Where her cheek was pressed to his chest, she could feel where his shirt was torn and frayed. The heartbeat pulsing beneath her face was slow and faltering, like a clock on its way to stopping.

Deftly, his other hand began to stroke the soft length of her hair. He was always gentle, with her, anyway.

She pushed herself closer to him, feeling so very warm pressed against his cool skin. His lips made their way across her face, before meeting her own. They kissed carefully, her tongue probing her way, mindful of the pointed fangs that pushed against his full bottom lip.

He released her hand, and instead began stroking her thigh. When he finally shimmied down her underwear and broached the warm wetness between her legs, she moaned into his mouth.

She was no longer trapped in the dark, for she could see stars.


2) Blind Touch

I close the door and absolute darkness and silence wraps around me.

I’m worried that being in a room, deprived of light and sound, might freak me out, but I’m more worried that this crazy, last ditch effort to finally make myself cum will fail.

‘How are you Angel?’ A husky female voice filters through the black of the sensory deprivation chamber.

I draw a deep breath. ‘Ok, considering I can’t see a damn thing.’

‘You don’t need to see. You need to feel. What do you feel?’

I’m invisible in this nothingness. ‘It’s like I’m not really here.’

‘Oh, but you are very much here, Angel. Take off your clothes. I need you naked.’

Suddenly something I’ve done thousands of times seems such an intimacy and my fingers tremble as I slip the small, smooth buttons through the buttonholes and the shirt hangs open.

I lower the zip of my skirt, its metallic rasp strangely suggestive. The fabric slides down, a butterfly’s touch against my hips and thighs.

My shirt and underwear tumble to the floor. Anticipation teases and skitters along my spine as my nakedness meets the darkness.

‘Angel, do you fear the touch of a woman?’

‘No.’ In the anonymity of this lightless space fantasies can be revealed. Inhibitions pushed aside.

‘I want to touch you, Angel.’

My cunt quivers, my nipples harden. ‘I … I want that too.’

‘Imagine what it would be like. My hands on your body.’

Wetness seeps between my thighs.

‘I’m cupping your breasts, savouring their fullness. Squeezing your nipples.’ She lets silence thrum between us. Lets the image of soft hands, gentle fingers, etch itself into my mind.

‘Now I’m moving lower. Ohhh, I hope your mound is smooth. So luscious.’

I want her fingers on my swollen clit, need the release that others can give me, but I’ve never given myself.

‘Put your hand on mine. Guide me to where you’re wet.’

I hesitate. This is when it always fizzles out. When I’m left stranded. Unfulfilled. My hand hovers, then finds the slick folds of my cunt.

‘I’m going to make you cum, Angel. Let me smooth your sweet juice onto your clit.’

Her fingers stroke, coaxing the flame of pleasure until it explodes into a raging inferno and my cries echo in the darkness.

A satisfied smile creases my lips.

Not her fingers. Mine.


3) Dining in the dark

“you look sexy covered in icing and sprinkles. You look like a cake that I can’t wait to taste.”

Amanda stood next to her girlfriend Aria as she picked the sprinkles out of her hair.

This is so not funny. I don’t look sexy. I look a hot mess. I can’t wait for my shift to be over.”

The floor was covered in cake and all the toppings.

“Awww I know you didn’t mean to drop the cake Mandi, Here let me help you clean up. I’ll go get the broom.”

“I guess I’ll just have to make another cake for the party. I didn’t mean to drop the cake, what was I thinking?”

Aria loved it when Amanda got pouty and upset. She found it quite adorable and new just how to take her stress away. They stood in a blackened dining room where they were going to be serving party goers later in the dark.

“Here, let me help you clean that off of you.”

Aria stepped closer to Amanda and smiled seductively. She traced Amanda’s face with her finger pulling away to taste the icing off of it.

“Tastes like chocolate.”

Amanda laughed for the first time all day. She followed the wall to the nearest exit and some light. Aria grabbed her arm stopping her.

“I wasn’t finished yet. I have a bit of a sweet tooth tonight.”

She ran her hands through amanda’s hair as she started licking the icing off her face. She pulled Amanda down to the floor with her. She started kissing her hungrily, tasting the mixture of the sweet icing, sprinkles, and Amanda’s lips. She moved down to amanda’s neck feeling her pulse quickening.

“now we’re both a mess.”

Amanda said struggling to catch her breath.

“What can I say, I’m a bit of a messy eater.”

Aria took off Amanda’s dress exposing her breasts. She ran her hands across Amanda’s smoothe skin massaging her firm tits in her hands.

She grabbed the icing from the floor spreading it across Amanda’s chest. She then put some sprinkles around her nipples and pulled away inspecting her work.

She began to devour her lover. She let her tongue explore Amanda’s nipples. She flicked the sprinkles off of them and sucked the icing away. She paused putting her head on her lovers chest listening to her heartbeat.

“Thank you” Amanda said blissfully.


4) The Sensory Pleasure Chamber

I’d been blindfolded on arrival, led by hand and undressed before being placed inside the room I now find myself in, the only voice I’d heard since I’d arrived had been correct; removing the blindfold made no difference, pitch blackness engulfs me, swallowing me up.

I’d only been informed that there would be 5 others in this room, not their sex, their age or their inclinations, we each have our own release word. A metallic voice cuts through the silence, informing us that the room is now locked and the pleasure can begin, I’m aware of nothing but the beating of my heart.

Feeling my way along the wall I’m aware of the changing textures, with my other senses dulled it is only touch I have available to me and it tingles as my brain computes the feedback – soft and yielding in places, hard and textured in others. After a few moments my sense of hearing is becoming heightened, what appeared to be a deathly void was now slowly and quietly filling with the softest of sounds from around the room; the slow shuffle of bare feet on floorboards, hands exploring this new environment just as I was doing.

I can sense movement close by, somewhere ahead of me I can just pick up the faintest of breaths, reaching out, my hand touches flesh, it’s a surprise and we initially recoil from each other before tentatively coming together again. My fingertips explore the downward curve of a spine as it meets the firmness of a hip, the delicious curve of a smooth cheek. Using both hands I stroke the outside of firm thigh muscles, kneeling to be better positioned I explore legs that have opened slightly, I can sense this person has leant forward, weight taken by the wall. Running my hands up the inside of these strong legs I decide to tease a little, lingering and gently squeezing the thighs I press my mouth to a firm arse, running my tongue slowly down the crack between soft warm cheeks. Feeling a delicious shudder, an intake of breath followed by a slow release, I can sense the nervous tension being replaced by a slow relaxation as my fingers glide inside, wet and slick to my touch.

The shock of the slap cuts through the silence of the room, fingering this unknown person I continue to lick and tease.


5) Out to eat

Butterflies started to flit around in my stomach as we approached the entrance, “Richard, I don’t know about this. You know I don’t like to eat in the dark.”

Charisma was the hottest spot in town and he’d made our reservation months ago. I certainly couldn’t back out now, but I didn’t understand the appeal. Eating in the dark?

Richard chuckled gently and gathered me tightly into his arms. “Do you trust me?” his voice gravel in my ear, “would I ever take you to a place I thought to be unsafe?”

“Of course I trust you. It’s just –”

“Then that’s enough. Go.”

Opening the door, he patted my bottom, ushering me inside.

I found myself blinking repeatedly, trying to adjust my eyes to the darkness, to no avail. The room was totally black aside from the sliver of light from the open door held by the maître d.

“Richard and Lynnette,” Richard announced.

“Very well, Sir, this way.”

Carefully, I reached out, tracing my fingertips along the wall until I found my chair he’d pulled out in front of me and sat down.

“Everything is prepared to assist you with your journey of the senses…”

My attention to the waiter faded as I felt Richard slide his warm hand up my bare inner thigh.

“Take your time,” Richard called after the waiter before he slipped away, his lust evident in his deepening voice.

Long fingers traveled up to my panty line, petting my folds through the thin cotton material. “Give me your panties.”

I lifted up in my seat, sliding my underwear down my thighs and over my heels before handing them over to him.

“Good girl.”

Immediately, I felt strong hands grip my knees and spread my legs wide open under the table. I could feel my lips parting as the cool air met my dampness. Palms against my flesh firmly ran from my knees up to my hips, gripping and yanking my body forward in my seat.

Expertly, he trailed his tongue around my vulva. Driving fingers deep inside of me, he sucked my increasingly swollen clit into into his mouth, as he squeezed against my G-spot.

“Oh! Oh! I am going to come,” I whimpered.

“Shhhh. Be quiet my love, and enjoy yourself” said Richard from across the table in the darkness.


6) Thank You, Daddy

I’m nervous and alone in the utterly dark bathroom for too long. I sink below the water, and my breath stops. Everything is dark, except the red and black blobs floating behind my eyes. I wonder how long I can sustain this. Then, I feel his hands.

His fingers caress my ankles and run lightly up my calves. His wet touch comforts me, much of my fear abates. It’s good to know he’s there. Large firm fingers continue to explore my body, a gentle caress here and a sharp pinch there. The water changes everything. I can’t tell if it is a peaceful or painful touch until it’s long gone. My sensations are confused and twisted.

He reaches my nipples, slowly but firmly pinching them. The water, the pinching, the darkness, and my breath slowly reaching critical deprivation causes a delicious sensation. I’m surprised I can feel the warmth spreading between my legs with everything else going on. I can’t tell if I’m squirming because I’m suffocating or because I’m so turned on.

He pulls harder, twisting my nipples and distending them out of the water. I have less and less air to breathe, and I start to kick my legs and flail about. The splashing echoes loudly, bouncing off the walls of the small room. Gently he lifts my head and tells me to breathe. I take as many gulping breathes as I can and have barely recovered when he lays me back under the water.

Everything narrows to overwhelming physical sensations. His fingers feel for the thickening wetness between my legs, pushing my thighs apart and forcing their way inside. The cold air wafts over my nipples every time the water moves enough to uncover them. The pressure increases as he adds a third finger in my wet cunt. The muffled sounds of his reassurance reach me through the noise of the moving water. My hair floats loosely around my face. My chest becomes tighter and tighter from lack of breath.

Finally, my need to breathe shoots me upright, splashing water everywhere. His voice reaches through my panic, “You did good my sweet. Very good.” He holds my head and wipes my face with a soft cloth. Not ready to be back yet, I lean my wet body forward to the edge of the tub and wrap my arms around his legs.

“Thank you, Daddy.”


7) Is this Heaven?

The closet door slams shut and his bony shoulders flatten against the wall. His heart hammers so loudly he can barely hear the muffled laughter and whispers on the other side of the door.

She rustles around beside him and something soft brushes his arm. A wool coat maybe? Or possibly a red gold curl from her ponytail?

“There’s so much stuff in here!” she says with a giggle.

His voice shakes. “Yeah,” he says. “It’s so small! Like not even big enough for two people!”

There’s a quiet pause. He’s such an idiot! Why can’t he be cool? Quick! Say something to make her giggle again! But now all he can think about is her pink lips and little freckles and the hot close darkness all around them. His cock hardens immediately, springing urgently through his shorts. Oh no! He reaches his hand into his pocket and grips his rigid cock, pushing it down his leg and hoping she can’t feel him. Or hoping…

He’s gotta get out of here. But wait, is that bubble gum? Before he can stop himself, he leans forward to get a better sniff and his nose collides with soft skin. She gasps. He feels her warm breath on his ear and realizes that he’s touching her cheek. He freezes but he can’t back away. What is that smell? Flowery perfume? Lip gloss? Something in her hair? God, she smells so good.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” she whispers.

“Uh,” he stammers, “Um, I think… I mean… I don’t…”

She shifts and presses her soft chest against his arm, so close their noses are touching. He holds his breath and strangles his pulsing cock with his hand, trying to keep it pressed against his leg. Her damp breath washes over his mouth, throbbing in time to the heartbeat rocketing through his chest.

His eyes close as her pink freckled lips slide lightly over his, her wet tongue curling over his bottom lip. Before he can open his mouth, it’s over.

His head sags back against the wall, his breath coming in big shuddering gasps with the sweetness of her bubble gum lingering on his lips. This closet is magic. He’s never been anywhere this magical. Ever. In all of his whole short life.

“Oh God…” he says.

She giggles softly.


8) Surprise Party

I am blindfolded and my arms tied over my head, bent over a desk. Footsteps and muffled voices behind me are all I can sense besides the tightness of the rope and the hardness of this desk. I try to move my feet only to find that they are tied to what must be the legs of the desk.

A voice near my ear, “Do not move pet, I have great plans for tonight,” The deep bass of his voice sends chills down my spine. I should be scared but somehow this feels good to me. “You do not have anything to fear from us, we aren’t here to hurt you, only to give you what you need and in turn we will get what we need.” His assurance makes by heart beat a little slower. Though I have no idea what’s in store I will follow through if only to see what this is like.

I feel a hand on the inside of my legs. With a light touch he moves higher until he reaches the barrier of my panties. “These must go,” He raises my short dress over my ass and with a snip the offending garment is gone. “Here you go boys, a little treat for you, but that will be all you get.” I hear a shuffle of feet and moans coming from different voices.

“Boss, she is turned on, I can smell it, she wants this.” This voice is gruff with need and I picture him rubbing the front of his pants wishing he could get more than to just hold my sodden panties.

“Yes and I am going to take care of that,” his hand moves over my ass slapping it hard. Meanwhile, his other hand dances on my clit and across my G spot. With a groan, I arch my back more wanting him deeper. “My pet seems to need something more.” His naked form bends over mine and I feel his breath on my skin as his cock approaches my entrance. His sharp teeth graze the skin of my back moving up to my shoulder. “You shall not only be my fuck toy but you will feed me and my men. You heard right,” He whispers in my ear. “Think for a moment what feeds on blood.” His cock plunges inside me as his fangs penetrate my skin.


9) Weathering the Storm

“Can you see me?” I felt his hand on my bare knee.

“No, nothing,”

We were alone in the basement while the storm – a dark and angry behemoth – raged above. We’d been warned about tornadoes all week and here we were: naked and ill-prepared.

He sat across from me, hot from the excitement, both from the rush downstairs and from what we’d been doing just before the alarms sounded.

“We should have put batteries in the flashlights,” I said as I pulled the fuzzy blanket from our bed across me and scooted into the cradle of his lap. He smelled of sex.

Things began to rattle as the storm bore down on the farmhouse; its thunder erased my voice and I began to tremble.

He pulled me closer, his arms flexed. I nuzzled his chest and his soft curls tickled my cheek. I nipped at him, gently and he arched into me. It was louder now out there, a screaming of the sky as the world ripped apart.

I licked his nipple and tasted my own tinny fear. I kissed and suckled my way up and across his collar bone, dragged them across his stubble and searched for his mouth.

His voice rumbled against my hand at his throat. My other hand fumbled between his legs and found him rock hard and dripping, The basement continued to tremble with me.

My mouth locked onto his peppermint-scented one and I straddled him, terrified as the storm moved directly above us. He wrapped his arms around me and guided me down. We were in this together.

Safe in the center of the room, he thrust wildly into me as things bumped against my leg. I guessed they were the baseballs from one of the shelves.

I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t see, I couldn’t hear anything but the seething storm. All I had was him inside of me filling me to the brim and a void so black and cold everywhere else I believed I would never see the sun again, or the sun in his eyes.

I began to cry and bore down wildly, my orgasm a light in this dark nightmare. My mouth crushed his and I rode him until there was a sudden stillness above, a soft pattering of rain, and his throaty, stormy roar filled the room.

It was time to clean up after the storm.


10) Deep in Space

So what are the odds that I’d be balls deep in an Anteludvian sex worker as we entered the black hole? But, I have to tell you, it was the most amazing trip I’ve been on and the best fucking orgasm I’ve ever had. I got it on one of those lay-by type arrangements. They honour the lowest price so if it drops after you book they refund you money! You’ve got to book now, you gotta.

You think it’s going to be like those old sci-fi classics where all the stars light up and streak across the sky as you fall into the black – well it’s nothing. Literally fucking nothing. Everything just disappears but you can feel everything. Like sounds and light and smell, I guess, it just blended into this full body – no, full universe – feeling.

But it doesn’t feel like nothing though and it’s like your sight drains away so its darker than it’s ever been but it also turns into some other force or feeling. It’s like the stars become part of you as you’re drawn in and they course through you and explode out of every nerve ending in your body. You actually fuck on this lavish bed with a full glass dome and she works it so you’re in the prime viewing spot as you go in. Fucking amazing – and it isn’t just one or two, it’s like fucking six over a whole day! My first time too; yep first time. First time in a black hole and first time in an Anteludvian sex worker!

Fuck she was good, she knew every button to press and exactly when to hit it. She worked on me in rhythm with the universe, fucking amazing. And the lead up! It’s not just about going into the black but she spends hours warming you up on the way over. Holy shit. Holy….shit.

She knew the score too. She’d done it a few times and she said it was incredible but she always needed time to get back to herself. She said she would come for days the first few times. “It was like every chemical reaction that could ever happen just happens inside me for like a week straight” and coming was like a salve. It tamed the universe, controlled it.

I went off for another week.

Hey book now, you won’t regret it.


11) The Games We Play

“Lourdes? Are you up?”

I was, but I didn’t stir.

Sleep next to the same man for long enough and you come to crave the luxury of being roused by his greedy cock in the middle of the night. You also learn his triggers. Dark clouds had assembled to blanket our bedroom in an inky dew and the cover of a pitch black night tended to bring out the mischief in Miguel. He was in the mood for one of those games we play.

Our fan had lulled me to sleep before my eyes flickered at his hushed inquiry, the wooly tickle of his sinewy thighs against mine, and his dark silhouette barely a ghost kneeling beside me with bated breath. I shifted my body toward him while releasing the feigned sigh of a woman in deep sleep I’d come to master. Game on.

Soon, errant droplets of his saliva landed on my cheek followed by the melody of wet friction as he long-stroked his cock. Springs squeaked to his rhythm and beads of his sweat gripped onto my own. My fingers twitched with desire to touch, but I did not break character, not even when the musk of his balls enchanted my nostrils with the earthy notes of his exertion. I suppressed moans. He suppressed shallow grunts — all part of the game.

But Miguel couldn’t hold back the words. I parted my lips slightly and willed myself to be still as he hissed them — “fuck yes…have it all!”

How he managed such impeccable aim in the dark impressed me. Streams of his briny jizz felt like satin ribbons striking my face and the sticky sweetness clung to my eyelashes. I shifted surreptitiously so that it would trickle into my mouth and then lay motionless until he was snoring in satisfaction, passing the time with contented visions about how our game would play out.

At sunrise, I would awaken him with a smack to his chest and manufacture outrage.

“Miguel! You did it again! What the fuck is up with these wet dreams?!”

He’d chuckle, of course, and offer weak apologies behind a crooked grin while I’d make a big production about having to dislodge dried bits of his jizz from my matted hair.

Until then, I silently savored my midnight snack and smiled. This cum slut’s favorite games are the ones in which we both win.


12) Dirty Girl

The shower room lightbulb is dead.
Fuck it.
She’s too tired to change it now, She’ll shower in the dark.
The first blast of water is, as always, shockingly cold. Somehow, in this lightless, echoing space, her usual annoyance at forgetting to duck out of the way before it warms, is replaced by a chilly thrill.
It feels like punishment.
She presses herself against the wet tiles, crosses her wrists at her back.
A naughty girl, being taught a lesson.
Nipples hardening against the cold tile.
The water starts to warm – forgiveness in torrents – and she turns to embrace it, face tilted upwards to meet its benediction.
Fumbling for the soap without sight; an inevitable, clattering escape as it shoots from her grip and rebounds off the walls.
Dammit.
She stoops, scrabbling for the escapee, only to encounter a suction cap-based dildo.
Dirty girl.
How to get this dirty girl clean?
With one hand, she secures the suction cap to the glass shower door, with the other, she reaches up and twists the temperature dial. Cold water is purifying.
On all fours in the dark, cold rain, she eases herself onto the punishment stick. Gasping and shaking her head to dislodge the sodden strands of hair plastering to her cheeks, she begins to move.
Back and forth, the knobbled non-slip floor hurting her palms and knees, the silicone inside her tugging against her lack of lubrication. It hurts.
She likes to hurt.
“Hurt me” she whispers to the shadows, and imagines snickering in the splashes around her.
“Fuck me” she hisses, and moves faster.
It’s not enough, and she’s shivering. Back to warm water.
Kneeling, she bends her head to taste herself on the jutting dildo.
All the way in now.
Right to the back of her throat. Impaled, spluttering, she reaches around to spread her cunt wide and fucks the warming silicone with her mouth while hot streams pour down her face and off her breasts. She inhales water, coughing and gagging, pushes herself away from the glass.
The dark is safety and danger, comfort and isolation. She turns off the shower, lets the sudden silence ring in her ears, stands motionless and dripping between fake-stone ceramic and misted glass she cannot see. Her pulse still throbs in her cunt and clit, bruises bloom inside her throat.
Where the fuck did she leave that towel?


13) Eating Out

I looked around in the inky blackness, expecting it to give eventual way to the silhouettes of the other bridesmaids. There wasn’t enough light for my eyes to adjust; we were swallowed whole. The darkness seemed to suppress our desire to talk. Giggles were muffled behind fingers. All I could hear was the hum of the air-conditioning and the breathing of whoever was next to me.

Jess, the maid of honor, insisted Stacey needed one last dirty experience. “It’s a cock-tasting.” The other girls had ooh-ed and ahh-ed as she fanned out the tickets. The perennial unlucky-in-love, moi, was not allowed to object. “C’mon,” Jess cajoled. “You haven’t had any since my wedding.”

Since the last Vegas bachelorette. Since Alessandro Italiano. It wasn’t his real last name, but we hadn’t gotten to last names.

We were led in total darkness and seated on cushioned sofas. Feminine hands, soft and cool, urged me to scoot forward and sit up straight. Our hostess, Stella, explained the process. “Trust us to guide you through this evening’s adventure.”

A flash of goosebumps broke across my forearm at the unexpectedness of the next touch. A man’s hand, slightly rough at the fingertips, grazed the back of mine before slipping into my palm and lifting it upwards. He wrapped my fingers around his soft member. At the urging of Stella, I allowed my fingers to brush forward, feeling along the velvety sheath, across a short tangle of tight curls down to his balls. I found myself suppressing a snicker of my own as I listened for the responses of my companions. This wasn’t so bad. It was definitely naughty.

There was something oddly familiar about this one. I didn’t think I would be able to tell one cock from another without seeing it. The foreskin was a small crush of warm, soft velvet. The heft of it nestled snuggly in the hollow of my palm.

Stella instructed us to lean forward and take a whiff. Even though I didn’t need to, I closed my eyes as I inhaled, taking in his cologne…subtle, woodsy, spicy…tamed by fresh, clean maleness. The scent cocooned me like a freshly laundered sheet still warm from the dryer. I smiled in recognition.

“Alex?”

“Sylvie? Welcome back.”

It didn’t matter that I couldn’t see. I could feel his grin through the swelling of his cock in my hand.


14) Learning to love

One step at a time, you had said.

I kept breaking my head, over your insistence to spend your time with me. Over and over, never making sense to me.

You love me, you had said.

There lay the conundrum of this “relationship”. I cannot love. Let myself be intimate.

Impossible, I had said.

Like two hands pressing my neck, wanting to cut off the air from entering my lungs. That’s how I had felt when you took my hand inside yours.

You preserved. Time and time again, you didn’t leave when I had suggested you should.

One step at a time.

Getting closer.

Wanting to feel my body, you had said.

The room, your room was dark. Pitch black and all I could focus was my heart kicking with fury against my chest. Everything was your suggestion. How by cutting out everything visual, I’d be able to just let myself feel everything else that I wasn’t letting myself do so.

You guided me with your voice. Soothing and safe. I kept hanging from your every word. Like when you asked me to strip down to my underwear and lie on the bed. The linen sheets felt soft on my naked back. I passed my fingers over them. My breathing trembled, not knowing what to expect, not be able to see.

You asked me if I was ok.

Yes, I had said.

I felt the mattress slope by your weight. Smelled the soap on your skin. You took my hand, put it on your chest where your heart was. Strong pulses under my palm. Asked me to feel you. Dragged my fingers over your muscles, the tips of your nipples, the grooves of your abdominals. Smooth under my touch. Your sharp breath.

My turn, you had said.

Focused on the sensation of your fingers on my skin. It was almost a vertigo feeling I had, laced with adrenaline pumping in my veins. Frightening and exciting together. Made me to feel alive.

You traced my lips and opened them with your thumb. I tasted it while you moved it slowly in my mouth. How I sucked it the moment you tried to pull it out. You grazed my lips with yours, felt your warm breath on them. My nipples hardened, muscles tensed. I was wet.

Asked me to put my arms around your neck. And so my therapy had begun.


15) Heat of the Night

As we lay on the bed in the dark, we caught our breath and readied ourselves to go again. Or perhaps not. It was another hot night made even hotter by our sudden need to fuck. We were almost strangers, but we’d just shared a meal of tortilla wraps, drunk some icy lagers and discovered in the course of two hours or so that we liked Japanese films, crossword puzzles and sex.

Outside, the city was sleeping. The last tram had been and gone and all the drunks were silent.

Liliana got up and went to the toilet. Even with the bathroom door closed I could hear her peeing and it aroused me. Lying in the bed, eager for her return, it seemed to me that the apartment was alive with its own heartbeats. The humming of the fridge, the whirring of the ceiling fan and the tick- tocking of a clock somewhere. Was it because of the darkness I was more aware of these everyday sounds? Being far from my own country it might have been natural for me to be homesick but these noises were so recognisable to me that I was comforted by their familiarity.

Liliana returned with two bottles of lager from the fridge. She chinked them together playfully before handing me one. We drank them, side by side on the bed, with our knees up. We could almost have been on a picnic in one of the great city parks. The chilled lager swirled refreshingly around our mouths and spilled onto our chests as we kissed hungrily. I licked it off her small breasts and from in between her legs where rivulets had formed amongst her pubic hairs.

We’d used all our words earlier. Now, our sighs, grunts, and gasps filled the dark stale room. Her slender legs, tightly wound around my back, pulled me deeper inside her. It was not a time for shilly-shallying or trying to prolong our pleasure. We took it as soon as we could, voraciously. Then, too tired to move, we lay entwined, slowly taking in air as if learning to breathe for the very first time.

I woke at some point in the night. It was still dark and all I could hear was Liliana’s gentle snoring. The fan was off, the fridge was strangely quiet and even the clock had stopped.


16) Dark Hors D’oeuvres

“Follow me.”

Hesitantly, I raised my hand in front of me and reached out until I felt crisp cotton under my fingers. I squeezed the maître d’s shoulder. As he led me into Opaque, I was excited. I’d never been here, and I was intrigued when my new client suggested dinner in the dark.

It was pitch black, and my steps were tentative as I was led through the dining room. When we stopped, my hand dropped from his shoulder, and he guided it to a carefully placed chair. I felt for the wooden seat and sat, knowing the table must be close in front of me.

I swallowed nervously, taking in my surroundings. Soft strands of Mozart floated through the air, and as I listened, I could hear someone breathing next to me.

“John?”

“Gina.” His baritone voice caressed my ears. “I’m glad you agreed to meet here.”

I’ve never been here before. It’s… unique,” I said.
His fingers found mine and he squeezed reassuringly. Although I knew he couldn’t see, I smiled as I squeezed back.

With my senses heightened, I smelled something fruity. My fingers stretched forwards until they brushed against a glass. I picked it up and brought it towards my face, inhaling the delicate scent.

“I took the liberty of ordering wine before our dinner arrives,” John said.

I sipped slowly, the wine’s notes making my taste buds dance. “It’s good.”

Setting the glass down, I felt the air shift. His breath was on my cheek before he kissed me, gently at first and then with urgency. Our tongues twined and explored with abandon. I could smell my excitement, amplified in the dark.

I heard him unzip his pants. My hands ran down his shirt until I found his erect cock. Standing, I moved over him and guided his cock inside me, gasping as his size filled me. I began to move up and down, taking him as far as I could and then farther. As my rhythm increased, his hands grabbed my hips tightly, and our moans mingled with Mozart in the air.

John shuddered, and came deep inside me as I climaxed. His hands relaxed on my hips and I rose up, feeling his cock and our mingled fluids flow out of me. I sat back on his lap and leaned in to kiss him. I always enjoyed an appetizer before dinner.


17) Duty Call

His earpiece conveyed the voices of his colleagues and team leader all day. But this was a very different experience. He felt her breath caress his auricle. Her tone was soothing and warm.

“Feel me. Touch my pussy.”

His fingertips enjoyed the delicate silk of her panties. Her heat had already moistened the fabric. He inhaled her scent. On duty, he often stood close to her, but the familiar perfume was now mixed with something else. It was her skin he realised. She was naked. He inched closer so that his body touched hers. His cock was pulsating in his pants.

“Take off your clothes.” The accent he was accustomed to hearing, always made him smile.

He’d left his earpiece, gun and holster outside the panic room. He removed his shirt and dropped his pants. She was quick to place her hands on his torso. He heard a strong desire in her sigh. He cupped her pussy again and softly kneaded her labia. It surprised him how the utter darkness enveloping them seemed to enhance the sensitivity of his touch. His skin quivered as her hand wandered over his well-trained chest and abdomen. She slipped into his boxers and he relished the sensation of her hand encompassing his hard cock. Her lips met his nipple. Her warm tongue flicked over it. Strands of her hair pleasantly tickled him. It seemed like his whole body had been electrified. But an even stronger emotion swelled up from deep within him. He knew it as his sense of duty but it had never manifested itself like this.

“Melania…” he groaned. She promptly paused. His cock pressed against her belly as she laid a finger on his lips. He craved to suck it.

“I am not her,” she whispered. He knew what she meant. This room, this darkness, it was her way of allowing their lust. They were unseen. This didn’t happen. He pulled her close and kissed her hard. She responded with a fierceness that he hadn’t expected. But it drove him wild with want. He pulled at her panties and a tearing sound filled the blackness. She laughed and pulled herself up to him. Her legs wrapped around him. Before he knew it she lowered her wet Slovenian cunt on his ancillary cock.


18) Spa Break

My feet sank deeper into the tub of heated water, thoughts of my hectic morning floating away as the water jets vibrated against my sore heels.

A meeting at seven, followed by a deposition at nine and reading through 200 pages of trial documents right before noon.

Damn, I deserve this.

I was blinded beneath the warm black compress the aesthetician laid across my eyes. She’d excused herself, allowing me a few moments to slow down my hurried mind before my midday pedicure. I took a deep whiff of the lavender drifting from the compress.

“Miss Jacobs?”

I jumped at the gruff voice, which was nothing like the soft-spoken aesthetician who’d attended to me. “Yes?” I asked.

“Apologies. Didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Nick. I greeted you at the register when you checked in.”

“Oh yes, I remember.” I couldn’t see him beneath the dark compress but luckily I had that young Adonis’s sculpted body etched in my brain at first glance.

“Well, Ariana had to step away from the salon so I’ll be taking over,” Nick continued. “Is that fine by you, Miss?”

“Sure.”

“Great. Thank you for being so accommodating.”

I heard a click and the jets stopped before two smooth but strong hands cradled my damp foot. My pussy clenched in reaction to his touch. “Mmm, no problem.”

Nick’s hands danced kneading loops from my ankle to my calf. “Miss Jacobs, you’ve got some major tension in your legs. Spend a lot of time on your feet?”

“Yeah, I’m…” My words slowed from the surprisingly sensual feel of Nick’s expert massage. “I’m a prosecutor.”

“Wow,” Nick said, his thumbs circling my knee. “Sounds exciting. How many perps have you put behind bars?”

My back arched slightly as Nick’s fingers traced up and down the underside of my calf, his touch as wet as the silk panties beneath my suit skirt. “Um, ballpark? Roughly fifty.”

“Fifty, huh? Sounds like you know what you’re doing in the courtroom.”

“I know what I’m doing outside of the courtroom, too.” I swallowed in embarrassment at my forwardness, shutting my eyes tighter beneath the compress.

Nick trailed his hand up my leg. “Is that so?” he asked, his voice a low grumble as his fingers grazed between my thighs.

I bit my lip. My lunch break was about to be longer than expected.


19) Enlighten Me

Darkness and cold. Musty smell. And something else.

Ariel awakens with a start, sitting bolt upright, realizing she is laying on a cold floor. Sundress on, no shoes. Dizziness hits, head throbbing. It’s pitch black and she can’t even make out her hand in front of her. Feeling cautiously around until she touches what feels like fur.
Remembering vaguely a wolf walking towards her in the woods and then a man carrying her to a small house as her vision comes and goes.

Something moves near her. She freezes, listens.
“Shhh, it’s okay, I will not harm you. I found you not far from here and you were knocked out and quite cold,” a strange deep voice says.

“I am not afraid,” and she isn’t, surprising herself with this knowledge. “Please, is there any light? Can I see you?”
“Sorry. There is no light in here. I will come closer, okay?”
“Yes, please.”

His voice sounds so familiar. She remembers a dream she had recently; of a man who turns into a wolf as he guards her while she sleeps. She is extremely attracted to the man. Tall, brown hair, stubble on square chin and bright hazel eyes. Cheeks, and body, warm as she remembers the rest of the dream.

[Their feelings for each other are intense. They are naked and he takes her in the forest. The primitive need between them. Feeding on her pussy and then impaling her with his cock.]

It is so real and her heart races once again with the vision fresh in her thoughts.

An intake of breath and he says, “Yes, that is me.”
“Excuse me?” she says.
“Your thoughts. Of the man and wolf. That is me.” He says softly.
“No. It is only fantasy and dreams.” She answers, baffled that he knows her thoughts.
“Touch me and see if you feel the same.” He says, moving closer.

She reaches out hesitantly. The instant she touches him, a symphony of sensations suffuses her nerve endings. An instant connection to him. Dizziness hits once more and he catches her.
She remembers looking for her cat and getting lost in the woods. She was attacked but can’t remember by whom or what. An intense sexual need that hit her then, as it does now. That, she most certainly remembers.


20) Distant Dreams

I woke up, heart pounding. I’d had the dream sequence again and my hand lay thrust between my legs, soaking in my dream-lust-fuelled wetness. My subconscious was just not letting go, dammit.

I wanted to switch on the light, move around, ground myself, but didn’t want to wake Rich. He wouldn’t understand even if I tried to explain; some things were beyond his grasp of understanding.

Instead, I pushed myself down into the mattress, removed my hand from my clit and let out a long, silent sigh of frustration.

As I lay there, trying to calm down, my hands roamed. My nipples were taut and puckered, and unbidden memories of pinching clamps came back. Oh, and the cane against my breasts as I struggled to process the sting. I gave my nipples an exploratory pinch triggering a familiar pulse in my cunt. Something akin to muscle memory, I guess. I removed my hand.

Staring into the dark, I remembered my love-hate relationship with those damn clamps. Fighting the overwhelming pain, tears streaming, until that tipping point when I sank into it, my nipples throbbing masses.

And now? My body still screamed for that release and there was no escape: my dreams made it real. They were becoming more intense, more frequent, always waking me up at my most desperate point of need. I wish I knew how to stop them. I’d made my choice.

Rich stirred beside me. “You okay, love?”

“Yeah.” I forced a smile, relaxed my voice. “Just a silly dream.”

I stroked his back, hoping he’d go back to sleep, but he rolled over.

“I could distract you,” he said, reaching for me.

“You could.” Another forced smile, a lightness in my voice I didn’t feel.

His hands found my breasts, squeezing them with a rough uncertainty. And then my nipples, twiddling them with an amateurishness that betrayed my best efforts to teach him how I liked him to touch me. I counted down the seconds. He was a man of routine. 3… 2… 1… and there it was, his fingers clumsy as they sought my clit.

“Oh, you’re wet… You’re not normally…” He trailed off, confused. I didn’t reply.

He was a good man. A vanilla man. He wouldn’t burn me out, he wouldn’t know how. I’d made my choice.


21) Night Camp

A twig snapping somewhere outside under the foot of an unknown creature must have woken her. The darkness of the moonless night was deeper than Sam had expected and she felt a thrill of fear at the knowledge that she’d be unlikely to see whatever was prowling outside until it was upon them. Luckily, she doubted anything more vicious than a fox hunted in this clifftop campsite.

Still, she wriggled closer to the slumbering body next to her. Snug in their shared sleeping bag, very little movement was needed before they were entwined and Sam could soon feel Greg’s cock pressing into the small of her back, responding to the pressure of her arse as she slowly, subtly ground back into him. Although it was much too dark to see, Sam thought Greg might be awake. She had heard his breathing change as his cock grew harder, soft sleepy breaths becoming more rhythmic, and he had started flexing his hips to push back against her.

Emboldened by the dark and choosing to forget the other tents pitched within hearing distance of them, Sam reached behind her to hold Greg’s cock, stroking until he was fully hard and then directing him to plunge inside her, the slow build up ensuring that she was slick and ready. He tried to smother a moan by burying his face into her neck but the sounds that escaped still seemed to fill the quiet night air.

With his arms wrapped around her, Greg traced his fingers down her stomach until they reached the soft hair between her legs. Slipping deeper, his fingertips found her clit and he used the rocking of their bodies to rub backwards and forwards, sending waves of pleasure through her. Unable to stay entirely silent, Sam hoped her gasps wouldn’t wake the neighbouring campers, although the idea of them listening excited the exhibitionist in her.

Cocooned in their sleeping bag, shrouded in the heavy darkness, hidden from sight but easily heard, Sam rode Greg’s cock to a silent, shuddering climax. The spasms of her body gripped him, pulling him deeper until he came, groans muffled in her hair.

As their breathing returned to normal, the silence of the dark night again settled around them. Once again, all was quiet and still.


22) My Wardrobe Mistress

Maureen undressed me many times in the dark. She knew every curve, every crescent and crevice of me. As Assistant Wardrobe Mistress, she was forced to dress me every evening by the pathetic buzz of a single bulb; the space no roomier than a large wardrobe, scented with age and turpentine and dust. It facilitated my return entrance, in a different corseted costume.

Closing night, as I exited upstage-left, all theatre lights failed.

Complete darkness.

Well-rehearsed, Maureen undressed me with her usual firm touch. My dress pooled at my feet.
Maureen’s breath was sweet from Mint Imperials; she sucked them incessantly through every performance. Rounded breasts grazed against my dancer’s chest.
She whispered, “Clara, how many playwrights does it take to change a lightbulb?”
“Don’t know?”
“One. Then two playwrights, citing different motivation, saying they could do it better.”

Maureen guffawed, a sexy, low laugh. I had never heard Maureen laugh before. I instinctively cupped my mouth over hers to stop the audience hearing her. The professional thing to do! Her lips were sweet and sticky, warm and plump and fresh.

Freed by darkness, her fingers stroked my shoulders, tracing to my wrists, briefly touching my thighs.

Her lips separated from mine with honey-textured resistance, following the path of her fingers, to my inner thigh, through traditional crotchless bloomers. Maureen had been insistent on authenticity. Moist Mint Imperial lips smeared my flesh. The slight stickiness of her tongue caressed me with a minty-tingle, as she licked my clitoris and the folds of my labia.

Maureen’s hair bounced against my mound. Cold bricks for leverage, I let her push her tongue deeper inside of me, in the pitch black. She twisted my nipple, lapping my pulsing cunt. Maureen made an audible growl, working rhythmically at my clit until I felt the first wave. I gasped. Her face buried deeper to smell my fresh sweat, as I began to squirt and come.
Maureen held me to stop my knees buckling. I came, eyes-shut-tight, my voice ringing out in release.

My eyes opened to bright lights. Before I could look Maureen in the eye, she zipped up fabric, and gently pushed me onto the stage for my next cue.
The audience was wide-eyed as I stumbled on, then found my new relaxed chest voice,

“Come. To. Me. Now!”

Thanks to Maureen, I was going to be remembered for my performance by Curtain Call.


23) In the Dark

Marcus paused at the threshold of the “Dark Room,” his cock rigid and throbbing, almost painfully so, even as apprehension zinged through him. The room was just as advertised in the event advertising, completely and utterly black; no way to see who was inside.

But there were sounds.

The slide of skin against skin. Soft voices – all male (“Is this okay?” “Yes, oh yes…”) The rhythmic slap of two bodies colliding; a grunt, a moan. Marcus’s heart pounded; his mouth went dry. He reviewed the “Rules of Consent”: touching was allowed, unless and until someone said no. Anything beyond that – mouths, penetrations of any sort – were all by explicit consent. The room was a nod to the unacknowledged and often maligned bisexual men that attended these swingers’ events with their wives and girlfriends: a room where they could explore and indulge in complete anonymity.

There was a touch on his thigh, a brush of fingers. Marcus jumped as though he’d been stung; laughed nervously. “Come on,” a deep voice said. “It’s not that bad. Lay down next to me.”

Marcus perched gingerly on the edge of the bed. “Relax,” the voice said, urging him gently back.

Marcus took a shaky breath, settled against the mattress. He felt the rough, springy hairs of the other man’s leg brush his, and shuddered as he felt fingertips trailing lines of heat from his chest down to his belly. His cock jumped in response.

“Is this okay?”

Marcus swallowed. “I – yes…” The bed sagged as the other man shifted. Marcus sensed his face close to his own, felt a stubbly chin brushing against his cheek, warm breath in his ear. He felt the bump of the other man’s cock against his thigh, leaving behind a sticky residue. Marcus groaned, aching to taste it. Something he’d fantasized about for so long.

The man’s fingers teased and tickled the head of his cock, then tightened around the shaft, pressing and stroking. A deft finger scooped pre-cum from the tip of Marcus’s cock and smoothed it around the glans. Marcus felt like his head would explode. He thrust up mindlessly, gasping. He couldn’t hold back. “I’m going to — ”

With a groan he came, semen coating the man’s fingers and his own belly. “I’m sorry,” he gasped, feeling like a teenager. His companion only chuckled. “First time’s always like this,” he said. “Don’t worry. We have all night.”


24) Unexpected circumstances

He opened his eyes – or did he? He was utterly unable to tell.

This wasn’t just darkness – it was a solid absence of light. No sense of space or distance. Nothing.

He hardly dared lift his head. But as he tried to move on the soft mattress, he felt the pain as his wrists yanked at hard, metallic bracelets.

Something tickled across his naked thighs. A woman’s long hair.

”Amanda?” he called.

Or was it her? He could smell her faint scent – but it was ever so slightly different. Was she using a new perfume?

”Amanda? Is that you?”

Naked – tied up in the dark – alone with a woman that might or might not be Amanda. He took a deep breath – but the reaction was inevitable: His cock began to throb and stretch.

”No …” he whispered.

He felt something wet touching the tender head of his member. The woman’s soft, wet tongue. And with a loud, slurping sound her lips wrapped around his hardening cock. He gasped.

”Ah!”

She purred quietly, moving her head up and down, up and down. In the impenetrable darkness he felt the entire length of his hard shaft sliding in and out of her wet mouth, it hot skin cooled by her saliva. Drooling, he yanked feebly at the bracelets.

Nails scratched the skin of his belly. Amanda didn’t have nails that long! This couldn’t be her.

”Who …?” he panted. ”Who … are you?”

The woman did not reply. She just sucked his meat even more vigorously – gagging as his erect member stabbed at the back of her throat. Again. And again.

There had been other women at the party. And now their faces flickered through his mind: The tall blonde, the cheeky redhead, the cool brunette in the red dress. Whose hair was it he’d felt across his thighs – whose mouth was he now fucking?

”Aaah!”

He couldn’t decide. And deliriously, he pictured all of them crowding around him, sucking his cock as he felt the pressure building up inside his balls – ready to burst. He clenched his fist and grit his teeth, trying to fight the oncoming rush of sensual pleasure. But blinking into the darkness, eventually he gave in.

”Fuuck!”

His cock jumped violently, firing spurt after spurt of semen into the woman’s mouth as fireworks of color exploded in his brain.


25) Power’s Out

I blinked, and the lights went down. “I thought you wanted the lights on,” I chuckled quietly. I shrugged off my shirt, letting it hit the floor with a minor thump. I could barely see my girlfriend’s silhouette, but I knew the look she was giving me.

“Power’s out, numbnuts,” she responded semi-venomously. My pants fell a moment later, and I felt her arms go around my chest, locking me in a tight hug. I felt her boobs get shoved into my back, and her hands explored my body, passing over each and every inch they could access. They twisted my nipples with a violent twitch.

I shrugged her off, turning around and trying to kiss her, only to miss and kiss her nose instead. I owned it though, moving down as sensually as I could. Her face was warm to me, her body igniting me in ways that no other had ever done before. “Did you just kiss my nose?” she asked indignantly. She held my shoulders out at arm’s length, trying to find some light to stare at me. I only knew where she was because her hands felt amazing on my shoulders.

“It’s not like I can see you, you know,” I responded with a false tone. We liked to do this, this ‘play-fighting’, she and I. Although this would be our first time having sex, for either of us, we would both pretend to know what we’re doing.

I heard her sigh, and that’s when she gripped my hardened dick with a bit of a struggle, dragging me closer to her, her body wrapping itself with mine. I felt her breath next to my ear, hitching every once in a while. “Then don’t see, just feel,” she whispered, her breath sending shivers down my spine.

I felt her hands shove me down onto the bed, her body crawling on top of mine. Her smooth legs banged up against my hairy ones, my erect cock standing tall at attention. I could smell her scent, the one that was uniquely her, and I gave a small moan when she gripped me again. I felt the bed move underneath me as she pushed herself up, trying to line herself up.

Then she came down on me, and I felt only her.


26) Twos And Blues

There’s a metallic screech like R2D2 being ass-fucked without lube, we jerk to a halt, the lights go out and I’m stuck in a lift. Again.

At least I’ve got two burly policemen to guard me. From myself, mostly. This happened last year and— Well, let’s just say things got heated. Cloths were shed, liberties taken. Good liberties, the kind where everyone consents, but I made poor choices. There’s no danger of that this time, not with these guys.

Still, there are worse fantasies. Trapped in a lift with two men? Handcuffs? Enough room for one to take me from behind while the other uses his big baton to protect my right to remain—

No. I will not think about that. Not now. Maybe tonight, but right now the stench of burnt plastic is filling the car, and that’s scary.

A cop reassures me. “Don’t be alarmed, ma’am. It’s an old building, we’ve been stuck here before. The caretaker will call an engineer, they’ll arrive within the hour. It’s inconvenient but you’re quite safe.

“Thanks, but I’m not afraid of the dark.”

I’d have been more reassured if his voice hadn’t squeaked when he said ‘safe’. That was scarier than the smell. What spooked him?

We lapse into silence, except for the rustle of equipment being rearranged as two bored policemen get comfortable for a long wait. I back into a corner and sit. An hour should be plenty of time to fine-tune that fantasy for later.

I’ve got as far as the strip search, wondering whether I can silently touch myself, and there’s a familiar soft, rrrrrip sound. That’s not scary. The scariest thing to ever follow that noise was ten inches long and thicker than my wrist.

Obviously someone needs to pee, so I need to stand, because the puddle’s gonna spread. Except there’s no puddle, no splashing, no urine smell. Just rhythmic slurping.

I don’t know how I sound when I’m sucking a dick. Hey, I’m not listening, my attention’s elsewhere. But unless the guy’s an alpha asshole trying to fuck my throat, I’ll bet you a fiver I sound like that. I really am safe. Kinda pisses on my fantasy though, unless they’re bi.

“Are you two bisexual?”

“Unf.” A long sigh, a thick swallow. “No, ma’am.”

“Is it okay if I imagine you were when I get home?”

“Sure. We’re always happy to serve, ma’am.”


27) Haunted House

The front door of the abandoned house opened with a creak. Two people cautiously entered. Their flashlight was dead and only a few rays of moonlight penetrated the darkness within.

“I’m not sure about this. What if someone still lives here?” Gabrielle’s voice quavered.

“Then we’ll ask for help. We can’t go back out there.” Steve nodded toward the downpour outside.

The campers carried sleeping bags on their backs as they ascended the stairs. Each wooden step groaned beneath the unfamiliar weight.

In another part of the house, two others were stirring.

“Did you hear that? I think someone is here!” Betty clutched the pearls around her throat, blond curls bobbing with excitement.

Gerald listened.

“Let’s find out!”

Betty giggled, but tiptoed quietly across the floor. She didn’t want to scare them away. They found a man and a woman in sleeping bags that had been zipped together. They were snuggled together for warmth and Betty almost wept to see how sweet they looked.

Gerald’s gaze held a hunger Betty hadn’t seen in a while.

“Shall we?” he asked.

Betty nodded and their spirits slid into the sleeping figures. They’d only possessed a few people before, so it was a bit awkward. The woman’s hair was stuck under the man’s arm and they flailed about trying to remove their clothing.

“Oh Betty.” Gerald moaned as he slid his hand over her breasts. Betty sighed, enjoying her husband’s touch. She played with the dark curls upon his chest and kissed him.

“Ouch! You bit me.” Betty laughed with abandon, but she brushed his lips gently as she positioned her body over his. She was warm and ready for her lover and didn’t want to waste a single moment.

Gerald moved into her heat. It was a shock to feel him inside, buy she felt herself spiral into the sensations of their lovemaking. Gerald kissed her neck. They gazed into each other’s eyes, seeing the strangers, but also seeing each other. It made them dizzy with joy. Their bodies shook with orgasm.

“Betty, my darling!” She swam in the euphoria of Gerald’s touch and then it was gone.

“Who’s Betty?” Gabrielle scowled at Steve while Gerald still looked from his eyes. Understanding dawned and Gerald left the man’s form.

“I don’t know any Betty. I had an amazing dream.”

“It was pretty amazing. Let’s do it again.”


28) Heat Lightning

The island was tiny, and for a city girl it was an adjustment—a good one. Sitting on the porch outside of her summer home was like live social media—friends and friends of friends…It was hot as balls, but she did not mind that. The heat was not from the sun entirely…
Charlotte sat on the porch every day from the first time she saw his dark eyes on the adjacent porch, hoping that he would walk onto hers.
He did not.
Damp from the heat, and damp from her own thoughts Charlotte ached for more. A summer fling—wasn’t that inevitable?
But he never walked onto her porch. He stayed on his, came out at night sometimes and smoked a cigarette before going back in. It was dark at night so all she saw was the light of his cigarette like a firefly.
It was late, and she fell asleep on the porch, it had been so hot that day. There was rampant heat lightning, and she pressed the cool sweat of her iced tea against her cheek. It was so dark, and with no porch light, she barely saw him before her but for his firefly cigarette.
A flash of heat lightning, and she saw his face.
“Are you going to invite me inside?” he asked.
Charlotte remained on her side, on the couch.
“Give me a cigarette,” she commanded. Those were his first words to her?
He stalked over to her, and was illuminated by the heat lightning.
“I only have the one.”
“Give it to me.”
He knelt before her as she sat up, and handed her his cigarette. He smelled like cigarettes and her garden. His fingers felt like summer against hers, and she placed the cigarette in her mouth to make her own firefly.
“How come you never come on the porch when everyone else is here?”
He smiled, nameless and beautiful.
“Because I want to do things with you that I do not want to do on the porch.”
Charlotte gulped as there was a flash of heat lightning.
“Do you want to come inside?”
She waved the cigarette back and forth, as she looked at him waiting for his answer.
He did not say anything, he just got up off of his knees and opened the front door.


29) Round Two

I lay in bed, listening to Samantha’s slow and steady breathing. Her fingers occasionally twitch on my hip – the telltale sign that she is asleep.

I slip out of bed and down the hall, side-stepping the cabinet outside my door. My feet know this path better than my eyes.

My hand brushes the wall as I walk, the grainy texture of the paint, the smooth wood molding, until it hits the first door frame.

I slide my hand over Elena’s door. A soft moaning from inside gives me pause. I don’t hear the usual buzz of her vibrator, so I press my ear to the door. Her moans are underscored by deep grunts.

Which guy did she invite to her bed? I smile and slide my hand between my legs. I’m already slick round one an hour ago. I slip a finger inside myself, a tease of what round two will bring.

I close my eyes, remembering the look Mark gave me at the party a few hours ago. He whispered to Cayden, who looked at me, somewhat shy until his eyes dropped down my body and back to my face full of desire.

I move on to the next room – my destination.

As I turn the knob, the musty smell of sex hits my nose. I freeze with the door open an inch and listen.

Shit! I missed my chance!

I stand in the doorway, not knowing whether to enter the room or go back to my own in defeat. A noise down the hall sends me through the door. I peer through the crack, but can’t see anything in the dark hall.

“Lisa?”

I spin around and a shape is sitting up in bed.

“Mark, I think Lisa made it.”

Shuffling of covers and the squeak of springs tells me where Mark is on the bed.

“Are you awake enough for round two?”

I walk toward Cayden’s voice, but my feet get tangled in clothes and I fall forward, landing half on the bed and swearing softly.

“Are you okay?”

But I can’t answer.

Cayden’s lips find mine and his hand covers my breast, pinching my nipple before he lifts me fully onto the bed. Mark’s cock pokes me through the blanket.

We are all ready for round two.


30) The Duetists

Vibrating strings swelled into my private box, the low A unfurling like lover’s promise. Velour drapes brushed my left shoulder. I raised my hand towards my seat’s carved back, four steps ahead.

Thud. My cane hit—

“Oof!”

“Hello? This is a private—”

“Yes I know, I have tickets,” a man’s voice said, a hint of a Spanish accent slipping through. “See?”

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

He chuckled. “Neither can I. Let’s find an usher to sort—”

The steady purr of voices in the audience disappeared as though someone pulled a plug. Silence billowed around me.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “Sort it later.”

Three short raps of the conductor’s baton and I slid into my seat. The velvet cushion shushed me.

At the first timbre of Ravel’s Introduction et Allegro, my seatmate drew in his breath, a quick gasp of anticipation. I blushed at his unhindered expression.

Other than his applause and trill of pleasure after each piece, he didn’t make a sound. The first movement long over, I thought he’d left to find his own box.

“Are you still there?” I asked.

“Yes.” His voice was suddenly inches away.

I sat up straighter and gripped the armrest, finding his hand already there.

I smiled. “Did you move your chair?”

“I hope you don’t mind.” His calloused right hand topped mine. Curling my fingers, I noticed his left was smooth.

“What do you play?”

Silence and baton tapping cut our conversation short. I slouched in my seat.

His voice tickled my ear, cool heat rushing my face. “My favorite piece is next. A love story. In my country, they dance with castanets.”

With the first drumbeats of Bolero, he let go of my hand. My heart sank a little.

In my mind’s eye, two lovers circled a dance floor: the woman’s dress teasing her legs, her hero in pursuit, coy smiles inciting their passion. Every layer of instruments brought them closer until they finally came together.

My companion’s fingertips tapped my knees in rhythm with the snare. I giggled, surprised. With every progression, he glided higher, drawing simple lines with the woodwinds, concentric circles with the brass. I stifled a moan as each new touch sizzled through my skin.

As bows slid across violin strings, he slipped his fingers under my skirt, tracing my wet clit beneath the silk. His lips pressed against mine as the crescendo burst.


31) The Cursed Women

The people of my land say I did a wicked thing. They judged me harshly and I was banished to a place where darkness prevails. The sun does not rise, day never comes and even the stars do not shine on my cursed dwelling.

I lived in solitude, consumed by loneliness. Sleeping became my blessed relief. Escaping into my dreams, where lovers beckoned me as their bodies entwined. I’d wake with the memory of them lingering upon my skin, as I indulged in my arousal alone.

One day, with my hand nestled between my thighs, I heard the stones upon the ground crunch and clatter. I rushed into the clearing where I sat when I was not sleeping and found a woman stumbling into my darkness, her wails echoing as she succumbed to her fate.

In the darkness, we began to co-exist. We discussed the food drops and sleeping arrangements. I explained what was and wasn’t here. Rocks, yes. Flowers, no. Water, yes. Fire, no. She sobbed again at the lack of fire. I remember that feeling. Imagining what they meant by darkness and then discovering I had truly underestimated how dark your surroundings could truly be. It was absolute and it was terrifying.

Side by side we found a new normal. Her tears slowed and I slept less. We talked endlessly, huddled against each other. Finding comfort in the presence of another person. Our hands began to explore the contours of the others face, in an attempt to visualise our new companion. A smile crept across my face; she was beautiful.

I had missed the intimacy of human touch so much and a familiar feeling began to radiate within me as her fingers brushed across the surface of my skin. I tried to contain myself, to keep my feelings hidden but when her hand moved from my face trailing down my neck and across my collar bone, the soft sigh I could not contain told her all she needed to know.

We came to know each other as deeply as two people ever could. Mouths explored, breasts heaved, nipples tingled and fingers dipped into the warmth between our thighs as we cried out in pleasure, loud, uninhibited and joyful. With little else to do, we became insatiable.

In the midst of my cursed life, I found beauty and light in another.

Love, not darkness, prevailed.


32) Blacked-Out Britain

Rations again: ham, beans, and toast. The neighbors pull black curtains across their front windows. Before closing ours, I watch the village fade into impenetrable darkness. After four years, the routine is still uncanny. In our tiny kitchen, Stephen is staring at me; I watch the thick muscles in his throat work. I know that look and the space between my thighs quivers.

“Go back to the front window, Charlotte. I’ll clean the kitchen later tonight.”

Wondering what he is planning, I face the window, hearing the soft clicks of lights switching off. Soon, our small house is shrouded in darkness. Cautiously, I reach forward and steady myself on the windowsill.

His heavy, deliberate steps and deep breaths force me to focus on him, forgetting the ration list, the constant sewing, the incessant worry about the war.

Deft fisherman’s fingers gently lift the hem of my skirt. Large, warm hands wrap around my thighs. I eagerly spread my legs for him. He leans forward, his chest on my back, and finds my breast beneath my clothes, pinching the nipple.

Soft lips and sharp teeth are on my earlobe and he whispers, “What if I pulled the curtain back?”

I gasp; he tugs. Panting, I say, “Why don’t you?”

He grumbles, a primal sound from deep within him. Metal clinks as he unbuckles his belt. My legs shake at the rustle of thick trousers shoved down sturdy legs. He carefully closes his hand over mine on the windowsill and looms over me, the hot head of his cock teasing my wet folds.

I rock my hips and he easily slips inside, my inner walls gripping him. I lean back into him and inhale the brine from the Channel that lingers on his skin. I lick his large bicep, tasting the sea.

He pounds into me and I exhale. Fluid drips down my legs and my body begins to ache as Stephen grips me tighter. A drop of his sweat lands on my neck as I press my fingertips to my pleasure spot. I reach further down, my fingers sliding against his rigid cock.

I press my clit once more and melt into Stephen, crying out. Descending from my peak, his legs shudder against mine.

He collapses. After a moment, I turn, kiss his cheek: “Blackout or no, those dishes still need washing.”

“Yes ma’am,” he answers, a smile in his voice.


33) Cryptic Need

I don’t know how many days have passed since I died. But I am awake now.

The roughly hewn box in which I was shoved is barely large enough to contain me. I was surely disposed of with indecent haste for it is the height of our Georgian summer; I was gambling on no one wanting to deal with my quick rot.

Everything is exactly as planned.

I recall the unpleasant visions brought on by the poison before I drifted into cataleptic shock. My body was in a state of genuine fear, foolishly gripping at hope as it reluctantly prepared for death. Because for all it knew, that’s what we were doing.

I had other intentions.

My body is reacting in all the ways one would expect. With the last of the poison releasing its hold on my disposition, my heart pounds now with the need to live.

A pastiche of pine dust and freshly turned soil forces itself into my nostrils and, while silence is heavy inside my ears, it’s the weight of the darkness when I open my eyes that is the most palpable. I take deep breaths despite not having the air to fill them and resist the urge to move about. Instead, I languish in the pit of arousal cramping between clenched thighs. But stroke I dare not yet. I want to sit in the pleasurably agonizing in-between; to swing haphazardly between alive and final sleep.

It is the pursuit of a most intense “pleasurable pain” which led me here. One never feels so alive as one does in the face of true death. The tug at my every corner intensifies as I meld with the periphery of existence.

My breath is coming in short, tiny bursts. I try to clamp down on everything in my centre, forcing a greater tension through me but my discipline is failing.

The adrenaline of clinging to life is so great that I nearly come on that alone. Wriggling and stroking now, I find flesh through layers of fabric. The spontaneous grunts bursting from my mouth hit the ceiling of my tomb and crash back into my face. I’m panting, eyes pressed wide by absence of light. There is a flash of white and then even greater obscurity. I die now to slip even deeper into my godliness, to be revived more powerful.

I am complete, enlightened through darkness.


34) Among The Pines

I’ve dreamed about lying beside Josh for what feels like forever. But not like this. When I’ve dreamed about it, I’m cupping his cheek with one hand and his cock with the other, pulling him in for a kiss. Not lying on my back, arms frozen at my side as the treacherously small tent forces us together.

It’s half two and pitch black, and Josh is close enough that I can feel the warmth that radiates off him. It makes every hair on my body stand on end. We’ve only come back to the tent in the last half hour or so, and I’m not sure if he’s asleep yet or if he’s lying here awake, like me. The night out here is nothing like the city nights I’m used to, and in the dead silence I can feel and hear my heart beating so fast I feel like it’s going to burst.

The smell of him is so intense this close, all musk and sandalwood and vanilla. I smile, despite my nervousness and even though there’s nobody to see me smile in the dark.

Trust Josh to still wear cologne when we’re hiking.

It’s quiet enough and I’m close enough that when Josh turns his head, the brush of his hair against the pillow is audible. Loud even, the sudden noise of it making my heart clench tight.

I can feel Josh’s breath against my cheek, and every fantasy I’ve had about him plays through my head, even as I try to force them out. I’m half-hard, even as I don’t want to be, my traitorous cock pressing into the soft fabric of our sleeping bag.

It’d be so easy, I think, to turn to face Josh. To press my lips against his, gently at first. And then roughly, running my hands over his chest. I want to feel the muscles of his shoulders tense and relax under my touch.

But I can’t. I mustn’t. I shouldn’t.

Is he asleep? Can he tell my breath is hitched? I can’t see his face to tell.

I don’t want to want Josh. Wanting him makes me feel disgusting, like I’m a predator, or the punchline of a joke about the gay man in love with his best straight friend. But not wanting to want him doesn’t make me ache any less.

Still trembling, I turn, facing away from him.


35) A Sensational Evening

A whoosh of air caresses our naked bodies and the increased volume of house music draws us inexorably forward. From my right I hear, “Sebastian…..”, and Jemima clutches my hand as we walk towards the source. Coming to this new club had been Jem’s idea originally, but I was quickly on board with it. A moderated dungeon full of consenting adults playing together in complete darkness intrigued me. No blindfolds or hoods, but still unable to see even centimetres in front of us.

Advancing, I can feel the bass pulsing and thumping in my chest, matching the rhythm of the blood in my ears. Mingling with the music, rising over and through it, is that magnificent sound of fucking. I sense bodies heaving around me and moans and grunts fill the air, punctuated by the odd cry of “Yes!” or “Goddammit!” and even the swish-thwack of paddles and floggers. The smell of sex – coppery sweat and sweet arousal – assails my nostrils. The combination awakens something deep inside me, sending my brain into overdrive.

With a guttural growl, I pull Jem to me and making a fist of her hair, begin to devour her eager mouth. As our tongues intertwine, I can taste the strength of her ardour even as my fingers confirm the wetness of her arousal. The groan from her as I explore is like blood in the water to my primality. I feel hands, many hands caressing my chest and sliding down my stomach. Male? Female? I barely care. I can sense the same is happening with Jem, and I am forced to quickly banish the slight pang of jealousy the moment brings.

All that matters is this moment. Multiple bodies around us now, lips and teeth finding bare flesh everywhere. I feel hands grasping the shaft of my cock, fingers are pinching nipples and more join mine buried deep inside Jem’s dripping cunt. My mouth moves to claim a nipple, tongue intertwining with another as she grinds against the fingers inside her, writhing and gyrating. The tempo of our shared sensory experience quickens in time with the music and Jem can no longer hold back.
“Oh Sebby….holy shit….oooooohhhh fuuuuuuck!!”, she screams before collapsing, flowing like liquid into my arms. We are consumed by the darkness, drowning in the glorious mess of music and bodies, and the wicked sensation of Club Shadow.


36) Forever Mine

“Are you comfortable my love? Not too tight on the wrists?”

“No. No, it’s fine. I —I’ve just not been tied this way before.”

“What about the blindfold? You do WANT the blindfold? It’s not as good without it my kitten. But I understand if you’re not ready.”

Not ready!! Rania could hear the tone of disappointment in Katinka’s voice. Saw the pout forming on her lover’s sweet lips.

“Put it on. Please.”

Rania watched helplessly, as Katinka brought the blindfold to her eyes, allowing her head to be gently lifted and the cords slipped around her crown.

Now unable to see, each gentle touch, each loving kiss sent ripples of electricity along Rania’s skin, leaving behind an itch she couldn’t scratch.

“Lower. Lower, Kat. Pleeeease.”

Rania pulled at her restraints, desperate to break her bonds and push Katinka’s head to where she needed it to be.

“I have a surprise for you Sweeting.”

Rania heard the clink of a glass, felt the splash of cold water against her thigh, and the ice in Katinka’s mouth against her mound. She squealed with delight as the ice began to melt, trickles of ice cold water ran between her legs, mingling with her dripping cunt.

She squirmed. Legs unable to move more than a few inches either way as she strained with each new pleasure Katinka’s mouth and fingers brought her. Each pause in Katinka’s attention brought with it a tingling sense of anticipation until Rania could stand no more.

“Please Kat, I need you. Take me. Make me yours.”

“Is that what you truly wish my love? To be mine? Mine forever?”

“Yes, of God YES!”

“Then I’ll do it, for you my love.”

Rania felt the cold of her lover’s face, hands and body against hers, not noticing it before, the ice having been a delicious distraction.

Unseen by Rania, Katinka’s face grew pale, her cherry lips turned to rosewood red. Visceral hunger changed angular features to a twisted version of the image Rania held in her mind. Canine teeth shifted configuration to form ancient fangs as Katinka sank her teeth into Rania’s thigh, piercing the femoral artery. However, Rania felt no pain, only her companion’s love as she drifted slowly towards oblivion.

She felt Katinka pull away, tasted the salty, metallic wrist offered to her lips.

“Drink my love. Take my essence inside. Stay with me forever.”


37) The Dragon’s Altar

Why do dragons always lust for virgins?

There should have been a thousand things on Kjarla’s mind as she was led to the altar of her sacrifice, through tunnels so dark that pitch black was pale in comparison. But this was the question most pressing: Why does it have to be a virgin? And would the dragon know the difference?

In the silence of the tunnel, the men’s breath sounded deafening. There was a rumble to Fjodor’s breath, and a slight whistle to Thorolf’s. Wulf’s was fast with fear, as if it was him going to his death, not Kjarla.

Beneath her fingertips, the stone walls were cold and wet. Touching the tunnel filled her with horror, with dread, with a sense of falling even as she crept along step by step. She wasn’t bound. Kjarla was a willing sacrifice, and there was no need for fetters yet.

“Would the beast reject me if I were no virgin?” Kjarla flinched from the noise of her own voice. After such a long silence, it echoed from the rocks like thunder.

“Would you want to find out?” It was Thorolf answering her, the gravel of his voice thick with hope. He didn’t want her to die, not even to save them all.

“Yes.” They came to halt. The air had a salty tang, sign that the mouth of the tunnel opening to the sea was near. “Don’t let me die without ever tasting passion.”

A hand found her, hot and heavy, snaking around her nape. Kjarla shivered.

“I don’t want to let you die at all.” Wulf. His breath caressing her face as he bent close. More hands in the dark, calloused palms and strong fingers. Mouths, warm and wet on her skin, on her lips. A wet cheek moving against hers. Kjarla felt herself open like a flower in their arms. She didn’t know who it was, and it didn’t matter. They were as desperate as she was, and she welcomed them inside her. The cold of the tunnel receded as they explored every inch of her, until her cries of pleasure filled the darkness with her song. Even if the dragon didn’t care, the warmth of the men taking her was worth it.

She didn’t regret a thing when the manacle closed around her wrist and secured her to the dragon’s altar.


38) Blindsided With Blindsight

I couldn’t see my own hand just inches from my face. We were in a unique restaurant called Opaque, one of those sensory deprivation places where patrons dine entirely in the dark.

After carefully leading us to our table, our server then brought drinks and warm bread. In complete darkness, other senses were enhanced; dinnerware and whispers echoed around us, food smells were distinct, and touch became our only means of navigating.

Following a drink and some small talk, Trisha said she had to use the restroom and summoned our server to lead her there. Before leaving, she gave me a deep kiss and said, “There are even more anniversary surprises to come.”

Reaching for more bread, I felt something brush against my right leg, then felt hands between both my thighs, gently coaxing them apart. Fingers tugged at my zipper, and I immediately thought *this* must be the surprise Trish mentioned.

Experienced hands gently pulled out my cock and stroked it a couple times, before slowly engulfing my entire length. I threw my head back and bit my lip to keep quiet – this was an incredible surprise, and wished I had thought to do it for her.

In and out she sucked until it was fully hard, now finding her rhythm – it felt incredible. Her lips and tongue were magical and her fingernails dug into my tightening sack. Adding her other hand, she gripped my shaft and stroked as she sucked, in perfect synchronization. For a moment, I wondered how she returned without the server, but dismissed that thought as I felt the cum rising from my balls.

Suddenly, the room fell eerily silent and I clutched the chair’s armrests as my seed rushed down her throat. She kept the pace until the pulses ceased and my softening member slipped from her mouth. The cacophony of the restaurant resumed as she tucked me back in and zipped me up. She disappeared as quickly as she had arrived, once again brushing against my leg as she left. Oddly, I heard familiar heels in the distance, getting louder as they neared.

“Sorry I took so long, Honey, the line was terribly long.”

“What?!” I thought.

My scrambled brain tried to process her words, along with what just happened. My eyes grew extra wide… Did the darkness get darker?… my shrinking cock twitched one last time…


39) Werewolf Song

Cold. Damp. The feeling of hard rock beneath my feet. I knew I shouldn’t have come here but her scent – a curious mix of sandalwood and smoke – delivered me to her.

She snarled when first we met, teeth pulled back, hands curling into claws. Fearsome as she was, she did not strike. Even then I considered my life forfeit: this was a creature who could both destroy me and create me anew.

Tonight, her human side has not been gone for long enough to forget caution. She removes her tattered shirt and as my greedy eyes drink in her skin, she wraps the fabric around my head and takes my wrist, leading me ever deeper into the woods. I stumble often, the wane moonlight doing little to help my path, yet she guides me safely to her cave.

I sit in the darkness while she returns to the forest, presumably hunting for less willing prey. I wait for her even as the chill seeps in – unbound and yet somehow incapable of leaving.

I smell her before I hear her: that faint, woody aroma carried by the breeze. It seems different now: richer and mingled with a tinge of blood and sweat. My ears strain to hear her footsteps until they echo all at once, grinding the gritty floor. Her heart is pounding, loud beside my head. She sniffs at my hair. Half-formed and wild, she could rip out my throat in an instant.

She knocks me onto my back, straddling my waist as she places two over-sized hands on my chest. I sense that she wants me to fight her, but I do not, aroused by both her strength and proximity. She lets out a low growl and shreds my clothing with her claws. Her shirt is still across my eyes, but I feel the warmth of her body as patches of fur bristle against my skin.

“Do it,” I breathe. She shifts backward, lowering herself onto my erection then riding me fiercely, our bodies moving as one. Her teeth nip my neck then she sinks them into my shoulder, the pain only adding to my ecstasy. I surge beneath her, faster and faster until the orgasm shudders through us.

In the depths of our cave, we howl.


40) The Blind Leading

“Where are you?”

“Here. Follow my voice.”

“Oh, this isn’t fair. I’m going to stub my toe or shin myself on something. I know it.”

“Sam, this is my apartment. Do you think I’d lay traps like that for myself?”

“…No, I guess not. But can’t you turn on a side lamp or something?”

She laughed softly, I corrected my course.

“Why would I have a side lamp?”

Oh. Right. I stepped gingerly on the carpet, arms reaching. Soft shag tickled between my toes. Didn’t this room have a window? Even starlight would have helped.

“There you are,” she said.

I’d barely touched corner of the bed. No blanket, but smooth, clean sheets. Sheets could feel clean. Who knew? I guessed Ivy did.

I slid my hand across the top of the bed, excitement from earlier in the evening replacing the uncertainty of the pitch-dark room, and the relief at having navigated the miles – or feet – to the bed. Where…?

“Mmmm. ”

An ankle. A calf. Warm, toned, bare.

“Are your toes ok?” Was that a smile in her voice?

“Entirely un-stubbed,” I said, sliding my palm up her leg. Soft skin, muscle underneath. Calf to knee to thigh. God, I wanted to see her like this. I reached the join of leg and hip. Her shivering exhalation was the sexiest thing I’d ever barely heard.

My other hand found her side, ribcage, the curve of her breast, and then she touched me. Her fingertips traced up my arm, to shoulder, neck and face. She’d gotten a good “look” at me early in the date, and then later as we danced – she was a perfect ballroom follower – and kissed in the backseat of the cab. This touch, this read, was different, though. Maybe because I couldn’t watch her expression.

Maybe because her other hand was wrapping around my cock. My gasp wasn’t particularly quiet, and she met the following groan of pleasure with a squeeze and an exploring caress that made me throb in her grip.

My fingers found a hard nipple, and soft fuzz and slickness between parted legs. She pulled at me – leading me by the cock to climb onto the bed, drawing my head down for a kiss.

As our lips met, and she guided my cock to nuzzle her entrance, I began to think sight really just might be overrated.


41) First Time: Redux

“Are you awake?”

She rolled over in response and placed the lightest of kisses on my nose.

“No.”

I reached for the lamp above our bed, but her hand found my wrist and tugged it back down.

“He’s only just settled,” she whispered. “Don’t risk it.”

I laced my fingers through hers and we lay together in silence. Already we’d learned to breathe as quietly as possible, in order to hear the fluttered sighs drifting out of the crib next to our bed.

She nuzzled my nose again. Before she could move away, I found her lips with mine. Her mouth tasted of toothpaste and the hot chocolate she drank each night before bed; of all the other times we’d kissed like this, wrapped naked under the covers.

Her free hand moved to my chest, then lower, her fingers twisting and gripping the soft curls above my cock. I hesitated, unsure where my own hands were free to roam at this stage. Carefully I grazed the back of my knuckles over her belly – plump and soft now, where for months it had swollen tight – and onto her hip, trying to frame the question in a way that wouldn’t force a particular answer.

Lips still pressed against mine, she lifted her left leg and slung it across my thigh.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Gently.”

I felt my way between her legs. As I cupped her vulva, she burrowed her head into my neck and exhaled. I thought about her cunt stretching around our son’s head in the delivery room three weeks earlier; its almost implausible elasticity and her keen of pain when it could finally open no wider. I thought about the stitches and the codeine. Her apprehension afterwards – “I don’t know how it’ll feel. How I’ll feel.”

We’d been naked around each other since the birth, but this was one part of her I hadn’t really seen – not properly.

So I learned it again, as if touching her for the first time. With her breath on my shoulder to guide me, I explored the contours of her cunt – a landscape altered only subtly, if at all, but still thrillingly new under my fingers.

She came with my thumb on her clit, and a familiar clench as she ground onto my hand. A stifled moan followed, then silence.

Slowly, our fingers unfurled. In the darkness, I felt her smile.

Now I’m awake.”


42) Possession Is Pleasure

She strained to see. The candles had blown out with the end of the ritual, leaving only the smell of smoke and cooling wax. There should have been moonlight, stars, something. Instead just blackness.

She heard the soft footfall of the summoned demoness circling her. That and her breathing were the only sounds that existed. Her ears strained to hear the breath of another, a heartbeat, insects. Nothing. Was she even still in her own world?

She jumped in shock when soft fingers traced the small of her back, above the swell of her ass. The quiet laughter in her ear raised goosebumps on her neck and caused her sex to ache. Sonia frowned. Nothing in her reading had said a succubus would affect a female. She opened her mouth to speak, but it was covered by a delicate hand. A decidedly feminine body settled against her back, their curves seeming to blend.

“No need to speak little one. I know your heart’s desire. There is just one more part of the spell to complete,” a husky voice whispered in Sonia’s ear, causing the goosebumps to travel down her chest. Her nipples became painfully tight. The hand covering her mouth slowly traced down her chin and throat, fingertips brushing between her breasts. Every inch of her skin was suddenly sensitive, nerve endings alive and all connected to her clit.

Warm hands, more than two, brushed over her skin, breasts, stomach, thighs, while that soft body settled more firmly against her back, legs molding against her own. A sudden smell of singed rose petals merged with the extinguished candles and the scent of her own desire. It all formed an intoxicating perfume.

Hands on her sex, fingers separating her folds, spreading her sweet juices up to her clit, back to her tight asshole. Penetration, stimulation, her entire existence focused on this moment, the pleasure moving through her. Tension rising, the intensity pulling her up to her toes, waves of feeling crashing together, racing across her skin, escaping her mouth in a scream.

The body supporting her flowing into her, the climax pulling the demoness in. Sonia collapsed to the floor, whimpering with the pleasure and power. Laughter echoed in her head.

“We are one, and your revenge can begin. I don’t think you will find possession unbearable my pet.”


43) Wearing His Shirt

Arielle thought she was alone, leaning against the fence in the darkness, until she felt his soft breath through the gaps, and heard a whispered, “Boo.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Hoping to get my shirt back.” She felt Lee’s finger brush against her arm. She moaned as a flash of heat shot between her thighs.

“Too late, I’m wearing it.” She detected the gasp and grinned.

“Really? Maybe I should check.”

She pressed herself against the slats as his fingers felt their way over the fabric of the shirt he’d removed when he’d started to mend the sink. His forefinger traced the line of her breast over the shirt, stopping at her peaking nipple. She felt his breath blow hard as he uttered an “Ooh,” and it hardened some more. His hand slipped over her belly, finding the button at the bottom of the shirt.

“Wow. It barely covers your pussy.”

As his finger slipped underneath her and touched her clit, the gorgeous scent of soap combining with the aftershave on his shirt overwhelmed her.

“You the only one up?”

“Yeah. Feel.” There was a broken section of the fence right near them. She heard his zip, then felt his hand pull hers through the gap. His cock was hard, and the squelch it made when she slid it through her palm left her squirming and drenched.

She felt the touch of his fingertips in equidistant measures down her body as he undid all the buttons.

“Take it off.”

She did as he asked, fumbling, laying it over the hole in the wood. In the silence, and the dark, she pressed herself up against the gap, feeling his cock tip getting wetter as he pushed it between her folds. She felt the heat of his body and the thrust of his cock and she wished she could see his face.

A light came on upstairs and he grunted, ramming his cock faster against her. “I’m not stopping now.”

She heard the stifled moan as his hot jet hit her pussy lips and trickled down her inner thigh.

Naked, she went back inside. Maybe he would take the shirt off again tomorrow morning when he finished mending the sink, and he could claim it, and her, in the dark once more. She got the feeling he might well become a terribly forgetful next-door neighbour.


44) The Panther’s Kiss

The dampness of the cave seeped into his bones, but Duncan dared not light a fire. It didn’t matter which side found him, he’d hang either way. He slipped away long before the clash of swords, his knees trembling so hard he could barely run. Now he was a deserter, hiding from the inevitable in darkness. It wasn’t the possibility of being discovered by one of the two armies that scared him the most. There were rumors of witches in these woods, and he feared for his soul. It was only pure exhaustion that allowed him to finally drift off to sleep.

The stench jerked him awake, a mixture of cat piss and dried blood. Duncan could hear the faint scratch of claws on rock and then a screech, a vicious howl that echoed off the cavern walls and made his heart drop, widened eyes blindly searching the blackness. The panther’s sudden strike ripped the air from his lungs and knocked him back against the rock. The world turned, and he crumpled to the ground.

Duncan woke still cloaked in blackness, but he could feel her moving on top of him, squeezing him between marble smooth thighs. She howled again, a human sound, moaning and grunting as she impaled herself on his hardened cock. Her mouth found his lips, biting, drawing blood with savage teeth. He could feel her slick tunnel holding him inside her with a power he’d never felt before, pulling an undiscovered pleasure from deep within him. The slap of skin on skin and the squelch of her wetness as she plunged onto him echoed through the darkness.

She dug her claws into his chest, puncturing and scratching as she trembled and shuddered over him. He thought she might rip his heart out, but the pain urged him on. They screamed and cried together as she took her release, their sounds mixing and bouncing off the cave walls, filling the stone room with a cacophony of animal noises.

He awoke when the soft morning light found its way into the cavern, his torn breeches around his knees, his shirt ripped open and bloody. Duncan could just make out the faint scars on his chest, four vertical stripes down each breast, but there was no sign of the witch who had marked him. He would endure a lifetime in this darkness to let her devour him again.


45) Holy Darkness

It was no honest business, visiting the dark ruin by night, and Rinn wasn’t surprised to be grabbed a few steps in. A tall, armored form pressed against her back; one leather-gauntleted hand clasped over her mouth.

She jabbed her elbow back. Folkgeir wouldn’t have felt it through his cuirass, but he sighed.

“I don’t even warrant a timid shriek anymore?” he grumbled.

She could still taste his gauntlet, leather and the memory of blood. She scraped her tongue across her teeth. “You’re predictable—”

He’d have recognized the goad, but he punished her for it anyway, sweeping her forward with his hand at the back of her neck, forcing her head up for his kiss.

The last bruises were almost faded, but she could feel his armor imprinting itself anew, his fingers grasping under her cloak, already marking her through her thin dress.

The yeasty taste of beer on his breath mixed with leather and blood and she softened against him. The stubble on his jaw scraped her as he savaged her mouth, but she never felt so much with anyone else; she couldn’t care that she wouldn’t be able to hide it all in the morning.

He fumbled between them, freeing himself. Impatient, stooping to maintain the kiss, he caught her skirt and tugged. She let go of his shoulders to help him—he’d only rip it again and she was tired of mending—and then he caught her ass in his hands and lifted and then—

She gasped. She was ready for him. Like this? Always, but he wasn’t gentle: just that one, insistent thrust, impaling her, filling her. He was strong enough to hold her off her feet, and did, for convenience, but he turned her to the wall so he could lean into it, driving her against the crumbling stone.

Holding her with one hand, he reached between them again. She’d come too, he wouldn’t stand for less, his grunts echoing her rising cries as he worked her clit.

“We could meet… in an inn…” she panted, thinking of soft sheets and a fire for warmth and light.

“…be seen…” he grunted.

She was tired of the dark.

“I don’t care,” she said, words muffled in his shoulder before she set her teeth against the leather. No part of him marked as easily as she did.

He snorted, pounding into her. “Maybe I do, priestess.”


46) The Secret

As Elle squirmed under the covers, she thought about growing up as an only child, how she lived inside of her head, in worlds of fantasy. As she got older, she had what they called a “rich inner life.” In college, she was never happier than when she was left alone to daydream.

It made it easier to slip into fantasy. When she heard the floorboard in the hall creak, her whole body tensed under the blanket. Even though she knew what was going on, she’d help plan the entire thing, her imagination made it easy to let go of those facts and grow frightened as the door to her bedroom opened.

She kept her eyes closed as she felt someone sit down on the bed next to her. All the safewords and negotiations were filed away in a little box in her head as she let the icy fear creep into her blood, just as another feeling stirred between her legs.

As her blanket was pulled back, she tried not to make a sound. As a warm hand softly slipped across her bare arm, she tried not to shudder. Those fingers were so light, it was almost like she could ignore them and go back to sleep.

When those fingers slipped under the sleeve of her loose nightshirt, she held her breath. She couldn’t help shift a little. Was it just a natural reaction, or was she helping those fingers get to what they wanted?

When that hand cupped her breast, it was like electricity. Those fingers finding her nipples. How did they get so hard?

The other hand touched her leg. Would they really touch her down there? But then they would know! They would know how wet she was.

As that hand moved up, it caressed her naked hip softly. She only wore the nightshirt. That’s when she heard it, the growl of approval.

When those fingers slipped between her legs, the patience seemed to disappear. Hunger took over. Her legs were roughly spread. Her breasts grabbed and squeezed. Fingers finding her wet core, one finger slipping into her with no resistance. A dark laugh as her wetness was exposed. Then the sound of a zipper, the sheets pulled away, and weight on top of her, pushing her open. A mouth crushing hers.


47) The Storm

A sudden white flash followed by a deep rumble in the distance. The power snapped off with a satisfying click. We were plunged into darkness. Amy let out a high-pitched shriek; half giggle, half terror.

Jacob’s warm baritones’ soothingly spoke ‘It’s alright, just a power-cut…’.

The floorboards creaked under the shifting weight of a person cautiously moving towards me.

‘Jacob?’

I jumped violently as something heavy touched my shoulder.

‘I’m here, didn’t mean to scare you’.

I reached forward, searching through the darkness until I touched Jacob’s broad torso. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his warm body, my head resting on his lower belly, hands on his firm butt. I breathed in his familiar scent.

‘You found us!’ Amy cried.

I broke my embrace and groped around on the sofa next to me for Amy’s hand. My hand found her thigh and she let out a giggle.

‘Who’s that?!’ She squealed.

‘Amy, it’s me!’

Her warm hand closed on top of mine and she began firmly guiding it further up her thigh. I could feel soft, fine hairs atop cool skin.

‘How far do you want me to go?’ I whispered.

‘All the way.’ Amy mischievously whispered back.

‘What’s going on?’ Jacob innocently asked.

Amy giggled as my hand moved under her dress, tracing lightly over the soft skin of her upper thigh.

‘Seriously, guys, what are you doing?’

I began stroking my fingers over the textured fabric of Amy’s lace underwear, feeling the warm, supple skin of her labia beneath it. I gently pressed different parts, working my way up to find her clit. Amy let out a little gasp of pleasure. I began gently rubbing that area, listening closely to her response.

‘Guys?’

I felt tugging at the underwear as Amy expertly moved it aside. I stroked my finger inside the warm, wet folds of her labia, moving upwards until I felt the firm point of her swollen clit. My fingertip moved in tiny focused circles. She began to shake next to me, her breath coming out in sharp gasps. I quickened my pace and suddenly her body was rigid, as if every muscle was tensed. She let out a long, loud, orgasmic moan. I felt her wet clit twitching beneath my fingertip.

‘Ohhhh’ Jacob exclaimed knowingly.

I felt his hand stroking my hair. His deep voice echoed through the darkness, ‘Can I join in?’.


48) Venus and Mars Conjunction

Stars, Josh promised me.

More than I could name, more than I could count, more than were in my sparkling eyes. Flatterer.

It’s the only reason I agreed to go camping. Three hours’ driving down uncharted roads to the middle of nowhere. That, and the thought of him pulling over, putting the car in ‘park’ with a brick on the accelerator. Strong arms perching me on the warm, vibrating bonnet while pistons below and above massage my sweetest spot. Screaming my ecstasy with no-one within a ten-mile radius able to hear us.

Campfire scary stories, spicy barbecued chorizos and gooey burnt marshmallows and the occasional distant branch-snap. All on a starless cloud-filled, gloomy evening, made me scooch a little closer in the sleeping bag.

Near midnight, the storm tore our tent ropes out of the ground, sending us naked, soaked and scurrying to our car’s back-seat.

Josh pinned me down, kissing my breasts, indicating constellations with his tongue.

“North Star!” I pout, and he comes up, devouring my mouth hungrily.

Rain beats down on the gently-swaying car. Air, close and thick, sends my tangled hair everywhere. The door-handle digs into the back of one shoulder while my knees flatten to my chest. My ankles lock tightly over his shoulders while he must be pushing off the back of the front seat for greater leverage. Moisture drenches the upholstery. My eyes can’t adjust. This magnificent example of a man orbits my breasts with his tongue while he slips a finger inside me, his thumb flicking my clit. Sucking each nipple like popping a ripe grape from the stem, I shiver onto his hand and his hot breath is ragged, like a minotaur… Taurus.

“Pole star,” Josh pants, repositioning himself so he can pound longer, deeper and faster.

I grope his muscular cheeks, worming my spit-lubed middle finger down the cleft, encouraging him further with a gentle probing touch that grows urgent. My teeth sunk into his shoulder, I whimper with pure delight.

This position compresses my internal organs, gripping him like a warm vice. The friction builds and builds, my head rhythmically bashing into the corner between the rear seat and door. Finally, with a triumphant groan, Josh buries his thick cock deeply into me to the hilt, cumming a torrent, and I see stars.


49) A tempestuous tryst

“There goes the air con,” Tamia said, squirming out of her clothes then crawling naked to the makeshift bed.

Drew was guiding her in when someone knocked on the hatch above.

“I’ll go.” Drew dressed, then felt his way to the ladder. “Who’s there?”
“Garrick! The storm’s getting worse!”

Rain poured in when the hatch opened. Both men speedily descended into the gloom. Tamia retreated under the covers, even though it was pitch black. She felt somehow more naked in the presence of two clothed men.

“Tamia?” Garrick called.
“I’m here, hi Garrick.”
“You’re soaking,” said Drew. “Here’s a towel. Bed’s to your left, stay here tonight.”

Tamia’s heart skipped. Two strong, handsome men to take care of her. First Drew then Garrick slid in, both accidentally brushing against her.

“Oh! Sorry Tamia.” Garrick exclaimed.
“No problem,” she replied happily.

Was that Drew’s hand on her thigh? She gave herself to its touch as it ventured between her legs. A kiss on her neck – it must be him. How bold to play with her whilst Garrick shared their bed. His continued caresses elicited a moan. This encouraged another hand to feel it’s way over her body.

A third hand and another pair of lips began exploring her. Tamia floated in the darkness, which acted like a blanket over her inhibitions. She couldn’t ignore the press of two hard cocks and held them, enjoying their heat and urgent firmness.

Hands and mouths followed her as she bent to suck on Drew. Wait, was this him? No, this had a different girth. Garrick sighed.

The threesome flinched as the storm wrecked more of the structure above, but the peril and sense of doom increased their fervour. Tamia was both object for these men and queen of her harem.

Again she moaned when a tongue sought out her clit – an audible consent to these hungry men’s oral attentions. Encouraging them further, she held her legs high and spread, offering easy access to their fingers, mouths and cocks. Drew’s hardness rubbed against her opening and, just before the teasing got too much, eased inside.

“Good girl,” he groaned in her ear.

Tamia delighted in being filled with men greedily fucking her and seeking out orifices with their fingers. The all-consuming darkness made it seem as if they were one mass, fused together in pleasure and oblivious to the destruction above.


50) Stealing Hope

I commended my soul to the gods and slid down the rope.
The darkness was absolute. The splashing of the sewers bounced echoes off the limestone walls. Hearing the patrols was going to be difficult, but they wouldn’t hear me, either. I found the wall and ran a hand along it as I walked, grateful for my gloves. The smell was appalling.
The last time I’d been in darkness this complete was three nights ago.
Don’t go, I ask.
I have to, she says. This war—
I know, I know.
A flicker of light ahead. I pressed myself against the wall and counted my heartbeats.
I pull her to me. Her skin is soft, save for her rapidly hardening nipples. I take one in my mouth. She moans.
The light passed and I moved on. My goal was the dungeon under the castle. If she was alive, that’s where they’d keep her.
She slides her hands across my body, reading my skin with her fingertips, and brushes my clit with her knuckle. I gasp.
Twice more I had to wait out patrols before coming to the correct dead end. I began to scale the wall. She had to be alive.
I’ll come back, she whispers, working her fingers inside me, her thumb on my clit. I always do. Right?
Always, I gasp through the bursts of pleasure. Always and always, oh gods—!
I emerged in a privy. Quiet. The door was rough wood, by the snag on my gloves, and dim light came in under the crack. Candles. That meant someone had to be here, right? My heart pounded as I tied the rope off, readying our escape route.
I won’t let you down, I whisper, holding her.
I slammed open the privy door with my eyes closed, aiming my knives towards the flickering light on the other side of my eyelids. When the room was dark, I opened my eyes and turned my attention to the guards clanking in, slow and noisy. They howled about the darkness while I slid like a shadow, slicing their throats one by one.
Then it was quiet again.
I know.
“Diyon?”
I ran to the voice. “Kes?”
Her hands were cold as ice and the bars holding her were iron, but she was here, she was alive.
“Come on,” I said, choking back tears. “Come on. Let’s get you out of here.”


20 comments

  1. 1. This was a wonderfully descriptive story, the sound of his voice as crunching leaves and his heart like a clock on its way to stopping. The last line is perfect and beautiful.

    2. This is an interesting concept, using sensory deprivation to encourage a self-induced orgasm.

    3. I like the concept of this story, using food and taste, but it was supposed to occur almost entirely in the dark, and a lot of your descriptions use sight. “You look sexy covered in sprinkles”, “put some sprinkles around her nipples and pulled away inspecting her work”. These all imply that the characters are able to see.

    6. This was an interesting scene, a little scary, but it is something that I might like to try someday. I like how the water muffled and intensified her feelings at the same time.

    9. There were a few stories about storms, but I think this one was my favorite. I like how you channeled the characters fear into sexy desperation. I could hear the storm in your wonderful descriptions.

    11. What a fun game you describe here! I really enjoyed this dirty little story, and the last line was just the icing on top.

    12. This was one of the stories I voted for because it was so hot. I love the way it’s written with her thoughts and words interjected into the story. I find the juxtaposition between self-punishment and self-pleasure very interesting, and then the end is so realistic. It shows how easily we can get caught up in our own fantasies, and then when they’re over and we are shot back into reality.

    17. I liked this story, but I find it hard to read about a real person. I’m not a fan of hers, so I wonder if knowing it was about Melania skewed my opinion towards the negative. Writing about known people is tricky, but this was a clever idea!

    20. This was such a sad story! I hate to think your character will never be fully satisfied with her decision. The dialogue was perfectly real, I could sense the pain in her voice and hear that tone you get when you’re trying to act like everything is okay.

    27. What a clever idea for this prompt. I’m glad the two ghosts have found a way to be with each other, and it seems that the campers aren’t worse off because of it.

    31. I voted for this story because it was an amazing and creative idea for this prompt. It was completely different from any other story. It kept you wondering what it was that got her here in the first place and who else might end up in that darkness with them. I love a story where love prevails.

    37. Reading the title, I thought this was going to be a different kind of story, but I love where you went with this. I’m glad your character got a chance to take a little control before she was given to the dragon.

  2. Reading such well-described and varied senses made me kick myself for not doing a better job with my story – there were some real gems in this round. Quite a few seemed to lack much sexiness, though, instead choosing to focus on describing the scene or in too much backstory. As ever, though, this is personal preference and not expert opinion!

    1) Seducing the Vampyr. I like how you’ve used multiple senses, the imagery of the fish swimming into darkness and the comparison of the voice to crunching leaves. Very clever.

    2) Blind Touch. You paint a wonderful picture and got me invested in this character’s need, I do like a happy ending.

    4) The Sensory Pleasure Chamber. Yum, what a wonderful scenario, deliciously described. It was enjoyable not knowing the gender of the person being touched until towards the end. The last line was confusing though – where did the slap come from and who was it aimed at?

    6) Thank You, Daddy. The sense of peril and discomfort contrasted perfectly with the more erotic sensations in this story. Not only did you have the darkness heightening senses, but also the contrasts between wet and dry. Great work.

    7) Is this Heaven?. Wow. So sweet and yet so erotic. Both characters are perfectly formed and the anticipation is built wonderfully. Love the title too.

    8) Surprise Party. Yikes, that’s one helluva twist. The three sentences of the first paragraph each ended with ‘desk’, which seemed a bit much. Otherwise this was a deliciously hot story and I liked how you suddenly moved my imagination from just two people in the room to many.

    9) The Dark Storm. Having also set my story in a basement beneath a storm I enjoyed how different yours was. It was also really well written – “naked and ill-prepared” is a great set up and their exploration of one another is beautifully described. That roaring ending works so well too.

    10) Deep in Space. Amazingly imaginative. What a great character! I liked how it seemed as though I was being let in on a secret – a brilliant writing technique which I’m going to now have to try myself sometime.

    12) Dirty Girl. This had a good pace and I liked the descriptions of frenzied need in the darkness. The last line could have been left out, to leave the reader on a sexy high, but as a whole this was excellent work.

    13) Eating Out. Oh wow, a very sexy story. The descriptions you’ve created for his cock are clever too.

    17) Duty Call. I was reading this and enjoying the frisson as well as wondering who these characters were and what they were doing there. The reward of revelation at the end worked so, so well. Such a sexy, ingenious story (and anything which may upset a certain president is always to be welcomed).

    20) Distant Dreams. The frustration of the main character really comes through in this, as does her slight unlikeability (yeah, ok, that’s not a word!) – great writing. The use of the unsexy word ‘twiddling’ was an excellent contrast to the way in which you described the previous, much more sexy nipple play.

    22) My Wardrobe Mistress. What a superb idea for a story. Is Curtain Call a magazine, or were you referring to the stage hand? The unexpectedness of Maureen going down on Clara made for a great read.

    23) In the Dark. Carefully describing the proximity of a masculine body really helped get across the newness of this experience to the main character – very clever writing.

    25) Power’s Out. Two lovely, believable characters who I found myself rooting for when I read that it’s their first time together. Great job of describing those accentuated senses. Casual sentences such as “We liked to do this, this ‘play-fighting’, she and I” really helped the voice of the character come across as genuine.

    26) Twos And Blues. This felt like a fully-developed character in fewer than 400 words – brilliant writing. Humour can sometimes detract from erotica, but here you’ve used it as part of creating the character and her fantasy, combined with what may also be happening in the dark, keep this on sexy tracks.

    27) Haunted House. Wow, good work! I re-read the beginning to make sure I’d understood what was happening – such a clever idea for a story. Although you mention the darkness at the beginning I’d have liked another reminder of the lack of light, but this is a minor point.

    28) Heat Lightning. Some lovely descriptions here “firefly cigarette”, “rampant heat lightning” etc and the heat really comes across well. It was just lacking in sex – some great build-up but no reward!

    30) The Duetists. What a lovely, cleverly imagined scenario. I enjoyed how you built the tension, although thought the smut came a little too late in the story. The similarities between the music being played and the touch between characters worked really well though.

    31) The Cursed Women. An excellent, creative story. One small thing, which I made the mistake of doing too, was that I don’t think you focused enough on other senses such as sound, smell or taste. That didn’t detract, however, from this lovely tale.

    32) Blacked-Out Britain. Seriously hot, perfectly described. Those other senses are really apparent in your story (I particularly liked “the brine from the Channel”).

    33) Cryptic Need. This was very uncomfortable to read, which isn’t a bad thing. In fact, the fear of being buried alive is described brilliantly here – kudos to you and your writing ability. I didn’t find it particularly sexy though.

    35) A Sensational Evening. Yes! A story that immediately gets to the sexy part and sustains it throughout. I think the pace of it could have been helped by breaking up those long paragraphs, but the confused (‘confused’ being a good thing in a story set in darkness) came across really well.

    36) Forever Mine. Again, another story which gets straight into the sexy part – I love it when short stories do that! The twist was expertly introduced too, brought in towards the end but not in the very last sentence.

    37) The Dragon’s Altar. The sounds of their voices in the dark, and the shock of hearing her own, are described with great skill in your story. It’s imaginative yet believable and the sexy denouement is developed perfectly.

    40) The Blind Leading. Having the character describe the feeling beneath his toes, or the sensation of clean sheets, was a great way in which to accentuate those senses in the absence of sight. I had to re-read to understand why she thought having a side lamp was a laughable idea.

    41) First Time: Redux. A really sweet, touching story that also manages to be good and sexy too! Bravo.

    42) Possession Is Pleasure. Mmmf, so damn hot. The pace of the penultimate paragraph worked so well – great use of commas.

    43) Wearing His Shirt. Although this was at first hard to follow (why was he mending her sink?) it was, on the whole, a magnificent story dripping with beautifully-described sex between two fun and unashamed characters. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard a cock squelch though!

    46) The Secret. Nice set-up, which establishes the scene and character well. I think you could have made more of the senses (like I should have done), but this was a good and creative story.

    48) Venus and Mars Conjunction. Like it. A great, intense story. However, darkness didn’t seem to play a huge part in it and I was confused about “North star” and “Pole star”. The descriptions of their bodies and touch really made this an excellent bit of writing though.

    50) Stealing Hope. No! I want to read more! Such skilful storytelling. I don’t think italics should be used between thoughts (e.g. ‘I whisper’, ‘she says’ etc.), but I may be wrong about that. Anyway, a fun thriller cleverly interspersed with erotica.

  3. So many good stories. I loved all the sci-fi and fantasy elements that came from this challenge. As always it was so difficult to choose!

    My list of favorites in no particular order:
    10- Deep Space
    23- In the Dark
    26- Twos and Blues
    32- The Cursed Women
    37- The Dragons Alter
    42- Possession is Pleasure

  4. 2) I so love this premise! I love when writers make sexual difficulties center stage! Though I wasn’t sure at the end who was doing what. It seemed the dom (am I using the right word?) was doing the fingering, but the last line suggested the MC instead?

    4) I feel like you have an interesting, sensory experience here but the passive voice, tense changes and run-ons make it hard to delve into.

    7) So sweet! I enjoyed this taste of first love so much.

    13) Oh NICE. I hope this is a thing and someone invites me. And that ENDING!

    19) I feel like you have a great story building here, but the last paragraph halts the progression instead of moving it forward at the critical point. I’m a little jealous of this dream, though!

    20) Kick to the feels. Good job melding eroticism with heartbreaking reality.

    21) Pitched tents. LOL I love a good pun.

    26) Love this ending. “Is it okay if…” BWAHAHAHA

    27) I was confused on the ending. Is Gabrielle saying this, of Betty not knowing Gerald has un-possessed Steve?

    31) Beautiful writing; one of the best in this round.

    33) Was this a story about a woman buried alive? If so, props on making this so sensual!

    34) I felt the tension strongly here. Great writing!

    41) Not a scene we usually see. Beautifully done, very mature!

  5. Congratulations to all those still left in the Marathon. It’s a big ask to set time aside to write ever-longer pieces. My voting (as always) is based firstly on writing that grabs me, the way your words are put together in a unique and beautiful way and secondly, if you have an interesting and quirky take on the theme.

    Stories that were simply about being outside at night or in a room with the lights off didn’t rate at all with me. Too easy and too cliche (and for me, not really total darkness). This is a writing exercise, a place for imagination and creativity.

    My favourites were entries 10, 11, 22 and 33. One was outstanding for me, the other three beautifully also written and tickled my imagination’s fancy. I also loved the convincing adolescent voice of entry 7 ! All had gorgeous use of language and painted vivid word pictures.

    I won’t single anyone out, but please ensure you know how to punctuate dialogue correctly, it’s very distracting when it’s not right.

    Fascinating how two writers used the same sensory deprivation restaurant lol

    Entries 17 and 30 were quite confusing at the start which detracted from any enjoyment the rest of the story might have had for me.

    Every round I look forward to seeing what everyone comes up with ! Keep up the fabulous work.

  6. General comments on the round. 400-600 words is my favorite form of flash fiction to write, so I was looking forward to this round. About 22 of the 50 stories overall made my ‘long list’ of liked stories. A short list of 7 stood out for me, but in the end coming up with my votes was pretty easy.
    I found a number of stories – some of them otherwise good – to be noncompliant with the theme. A story taking place entirely in the dark means that segments of the story (perhaps other than flashback or imagination) not in the dark shouldn’t be there. One party blind or blinded, but another able to see felt like it was a run around the rule.
    In the story by story comments, if some of them feel like nitpicking, you might be right. A lot of stories for me came very close, but something relatively minor and fixable made it not work for me.
    -LBG
    1) Seducing the Vampyr – this suffered from grammatical and proofing errors. A pretty classic hedge (that I am guilty of myself) in the use of “seemed to”. That us rarely useful. Does a voice seem to echo, or does it echo? There was a bit too much use of passive voice, and the action was a bit incongruous with the title – the protagonist has done this more than once before; it’s not really a seduction.
    2) Blind Touch – I feel the action here proceeds too abruptly. Moving from start to finish in 400 words is hard, but it can be done. A true sensory deprivation chamber also works on reducing touch and sound, but touch and sound are crucial to this action, so it’s a bit of a misnomer. Some nice touches (in several meanings of the word) toward the end, though.
    3) Dining in the dark – A bunch of pieces don’t really work: Grabbing icing from the floor? Aria can see in the dark? Inspecting her work? This story appears to violate the “entirely in the dark” rule of the round. Plus a lot of proofing and grammatical issues. 2 paragraphs of nothing but “She did this” sentences make the writing repetitive.
    4) The Sensory Pleasure Chamber – A fair amount of redundant wording and some tense switching problems. Some of the action is confusing. Why is no one is allowed to talk? Where is the slap from -two other people? These two? Could the narrator tell it was a woman just from the thigh? That could be shown in tactile clues, instead of told. There’s lots of potential here, but a few missed beats.
    5) Out to eat Fun kicker at the end. I don’t think the scene is compliant with the rules, as almost 1/3 of the scene is not in darkness. The protagonist’s trepidation could have been fed in after entering the restaurant.
    6) Thank You, Daddy – I really liked this story except for one word, used twice. It’s a powerful scene, well written. There just really isn’t the need for “Daddy”, either in the title or the last word. I think its use is gratuitous and cuts the potential audience substantially. It would be more universally appealing with a more general Dommish term, or, better, no name at all, just ‘Thank you.’ For the Daddy audience, the word can be implicit. For everyone else, perspective meaningful to them could be implied instead.
    7) Is this Heaven? – Some of the visual reference doesn’t work for the dark scene, and some of the descriptions are awkward. Visual cues that don’t belong: ’red gold’, ‘freckled lips’. He can’t see them. What do they _feel_ like? This is very sweet and more than a little hot. ‘springing urgently through his shorts’ sounds like it made a hole.
    8) Surprise Party – She can’t see, so it’s a stretch to describe his approaching cock. Doesn’t really work. “I will follow through” sounds like she has a choice, but she’s bound and it really reads like she doesn’t.
    9) The Dark Storm – This was an excellent sensory ride, the action inside was a cool reflection of the weather outside.
    10) Deep in Space – This was cool and trippy. It read like Golden Age Science Fiction erotica, if there ever was such a thing. A lot of telling rather than showing, but the genre had a fair amount of that. I liked the risks it too. A minor hick-up was I had to work to not read the alien species name as Antideluvian, which would have implied a whole other thing.
    11) The Games We Play – Well put together, and a game many play at least occasionally. Not quite pitch black, but close enough. Could have used fewer adverbs.
    12) Dirty Girl – This was pretty powerful and made my short list. The staccato writing style worked for me.
    13) Eating Out – An interesting and different scene/theme. Well written, but the implication of a “tasting” is that you sample more than one, and that wasn’t clear. Also the jump from Alessandro to Alex – that familiarity – didn’t work for me.
    14) Learning to love – Perhaps it was the second person POV, which is hard to pull off, but I didn’t feel this one. I wonder how it would read in 3rd person.
    15) Heat of the Night. – Atmospheric and good. “Japanese films, crossword puzzles and sex” would make a good memoire title. The unnatural silence in the end added just the touch of mystery/surreality that actually made the scene more real for me.
    16) Dark Hors D’oeuvres – Very much the quickie, and thus a little jarring (where’s the waiter now…?).
    17) Duty Call -Not a bad ‘Bodyguard’ fantasy (with a fun pun title) and “Ancillary cock” is a great term. Melania was a total buzzkill for this reader. I think stories that use famous people – movie stars/singers/etc – appeal to a very narrow audience, and if you aren’t it, you the story is a miss.
    18) Spa Break – Liked this. It was porny, but fun.
    19) Enlighten Me – This story was too piecemeal and disjointed for me. The parenthetical felt like notes for the writer rather than a pice of the story.
    20) Distant Dreams – A sad one, but well done. Not 100% clear if the dream is memory. It should be, since one can’t feel real pain in a dream. A couple awkward wordings e.g., the contradictory imagery of ‘ my hand lay thrust between my legs’ “lay” and “thrust” don’t work together.
    21) Night Camp – Nice, vanilla. Sweet. Not having a lot to say about it is not a bad thing 🙂
    22) My Wardrobe Mistress – The story breaks the rules, since it is not all in the dark, but otherwise it’s great fun.
    23) In the Dark – Apprehension doesn’t zing, and the use of advertising twice in one sentence is awkward, but well written otherwise. The story conveyed the apprehension and sensory input really well.
    24) Unexpected circumstances – Well done, and this one made my short list off the bat. A nice little edge of consent story. The quotation exclamations (e.g. “Aaah!”) are really not necessary. Take them out and try it – I bet you’ll find it reads tighter and better.
    25) Power’s Out – Cute, but awkwardly worded. Extra points for the use of ‘numbnuts’ endearingly.
    26) Twos And Blues – Well written and a unique take on a classic set up. It’s really two stories in one, which is hard to pull off, but done here successfully. Definite like, and made my short list, but the dissonance of the opening sentence (it took me half the story to get R2 out of my mind) almost killed it.
    27) Haunted House – Not really in the dark. Using the ghosts to get around the restriction is clever, but feels like an end run around the primary rule. The ‘possession’ scene was well done, though.
    28) Heat Lightning – Not really compliant. Far too much illumination – in fact illumination is critical to the punch of the story. A nice seduction. Too many repeated words.
    29) Round Two – Interesting lover-go-round. A bit hard to follow with all the names in so few words. Still semi compliant with the rules.
    30) The Duetists – I liked it, but it was a little too fast of a seduction for a stranger to a blind woman. Also only quasi-compliant, because the man seems like he can see – it’s ‘in the dark’ for the protagonist, but it’s not really in the dark.
    31) The Cursed Women – Tense problems, but an otherwise nicely done little fable/fantasy. Good use of the senses.
    32) Blacked-Out Britain – Semi-compliant as it starts in light, but good period feel.
    33) Cryptic Need – This one was indeed too cryptic for me. I found it macabre instead of erotic.
    34) Among The Pines – This was sweet, and agonizing, and a very very well written story of unrequited, forbidden lust/love. The desire is palpable. The gender pairing here is not my own sexual preference, but this story’s eroticism is universal. It got my vote.
    35) A Sensational Evening – This was okay. I’m not sure why I didn’t like it more. Either I’m becoming jaded, or I was getting a little fatigued by orgies in the dark by this point.
    36) Forever Mine – I am definitely jaded on Vampire stories, so I couldn’t get into this one. I also thought it was not compliant. One person in a blindfold and the other able to see doesn’t feel like a story that takes place in the dark.
    37) The Dragon’s Altar – Nice short piece, that made my long list. A clever ‘what if’ that turned into a hot scene. I think ‘opening like a flower’ is too visual for something that happens in the dark – another metaphor could work better.
    38) Blindsided With Blindsight – Of the three dark restaurant stories, I liked this one the best.
    39) Werewolf Song – I found it to be non-compliant as light and sight were critical to the story. I liked the gender-flip away from the standard werewolf story.
    41) First Time: Redux – This got my vote. Well done emotionally and erotically, and felt human and real. My only nit was that 3 weeks post partum feels early – but not everyone’s experience is the same.
    42) Possession Is Pleasure – Made my long list. It felt more like a start to a longer story than a complete short piece.
    43) Wearing His Shirt – Light in the story. Though here it felt like a more minor infraction than in other stories. I had a little difficulty figuring out where and how the action took place relative to the fence.
    44) The Panther’s Kiss – Nice witchy were tale. Not fully compliant. What is it with were-beings and damp caves? Made my long list.
    45) Holy Darkness – The story planted clues and implications to something much larger and deeper, without feeling terribly incomplete. Well done
    46) The Secret – The tension and tease of the scene is great it made my short list.
    47) The Storm – A nascent threesome. An enjoyable read.
    48) Venus and Mars Conjunction – Fun. I appreciate good astronomical puns and metaphors. Felt a little cramped in that car.
    49) A tempestuous tryst – Not sure where they are, – the hatch implies a boat, or a shelter, but it’s not clear. It’s also not clear why this threesome is so non-problematic/undramatic for being so spontaneous.
    50) Stealing Hope – The back and forth to flashback and present, and the speech without quotes made the story hard to follow. Throwing knives blind to put out candles is rather superheroic. Some of the language doesn’t work “They howled about the darkness while I slid like a shadow” A shadow doesn’t make sense as it’s already dark. Moving _silently_ would.

  7. It’s hard to make a choice of just three. Seriously, there is a lot of great writing here … and some sexy moments reading you 😉

    I would like to leave more detailed comments on the stories for you writers but … I don’t know fiction that well (I have written so much in my life but not that) … and the truth is I am learning from reading all of you! I am not sure what to say yet but at least relieved that I got my vote in this round. Congratulations to everyone who made it this far and wrote a story for round 5.

  8. Round 5
    There were a lot of common themes in the entries to this round – Sensory deprivation restaurants and orgies, werewolves and vampires, a few storms. So many of them had small errors in them, too (including mine). Two things I am planning on doing for round 6- 1) brainstorm to try to come up with a more original idea. 2) Let my story sit after I write it and come back with fresh eyes, maybe twice to make sure I get all of the errors.
    Also, I’m leaving the asterisks in for this round. Those were my favorites that I was considering voting for. Sorry that some of the comments are so superficial. I find it hard to get through the stories AND have enough time to really dig into them enough to leave meaningful comments.
    1. I really like your voice in this.
    2. Very interesting take on the prompts. I like the use of the sensory deprivation chamber. I guess I wonder who the voice belongs to and how many times they’ve done this before.
    3. Dining in the Dark- this doesn’t really seem to take place in the dark. Amanda and Aria seem to be able to see each other just fine. Other than that, this is hot.
    *4. The Sensory Pleasure Chamber- Great use of the prompt. This has a nice, slow build that got very hot at the end! I love that I don’t know the gender of the narrator.
    5. Out to eat- It took me a minute to get the twist at the end, but that was great!
    6. Thank you, Daddy- I love the idea of being in water. I think some of the descriptions could’ve been tightened a bit, but overall, good job!
    7. Is this heaven?- very cute idea!
    8. Surprise party- the beginning was a bit mechanical, but I got into it in the middle. “His naked form bends over me” took me right out of the story, because she can’t see AND she seems to be facing away from him…
    9. The dark storm- good take on the prompt! I bet similar experiences have been had by real people!
    10. Deep in space- I really wanted to like this, but I couldn’t really follow it. I feel like much of the smut is hinted at or referred to, but not actually shown.
    *11. The games we play- This was very well written. Your descriptions are lush and vibrant and the characters really pop.
    12. Dirty Girl- Interesting solo experience! I wonder how it would read in the first person.
    13. Eating Out- I think I know what you were trying to do here, but at first I thought the reference to the “last Vegas bachelorette” was signalling a flashback. And the rest could read like a flashback, until the end. A simple “now” or “currently” in the next paragraph (after the Vegas one) would clear things up. Also, I’m not sure hot the title fits.
    14. Learning to Love- I think keeping this in the simple past would’ve been more effective than switching between simple and past perfect. I love your idea for this, but it was hard to get through the choppiness.
    *15. Heat of the Night- I don’t really get a sense of darkness from your piece, but I really liked it anyway. Your voice is perfect, matter-of-fact storytelling. The characters were real and the experience was relatable. Loved it!
    16. Dark Hors D’oeuvres- Good use of the prompt, but unfortunately a common theme for this round! Your story is generally well written, but is the purpose of the restaurant sexual? If so, a quick mention of it would be helpful.
    17. Duty Call- ancillary is an interesting choice of descriptor for a cock.
    18. Spa Break- Hot! I like the characters, but think you could’ve cut the intro a little to make more room for the smut!
    19.Enlighten me- This seems like part of a much bigger story, and the way you tell it is a little choppy as it is. No matter how you do in this round, this story definitely deserves expansion!
    *20. Distant Dreams- This is heartbreaking and relatable… at least the being with someone who can’t fulfill needs. Nicely done!
    *21. Night Camp- This was one of few stories that truly felt complete, with a nice little plot that included every part of the graph, especially the climax (LOL).
    22. My wardrobe mistress- I got confused in the middle there. Seems like you missed a shift from them kissing to Maureen going down on Clara.
    23. In the dark- I really liked this! I think it deserved a better, maybe more suggestive name.
    24. Unexpected Circumstances- This was hot! I’d like to know how he got handcuffed to the bed without knowing who was there with him!
    25. Power’s out- I think this would work better if you mention the first time thing closer to the beginning. I had an image in my head that was completely shifted with that fact.
    26. Twos and blues- Best first line!!! But I’m a little disappointed that they weren’t bi.
    27. Haunted House- very creative take on the prompts, but it might be cheating that the ghosts could see…
    28. Heat Lightning- this is well written, but I think you could cut some of the longer paragraphs to at least stick a kiss in!
    30. The Duetists- does it count as being in the dark if they are watching a concert?
    *31. The cursed woman- this was absolutely beautiful! The best story I have read so far in this competition!
    32. Blacked-out Britain- very hot! Love that you took a historical twist.
    *33. Cryptic Need- Wow! This is uber-creepy and wonderfully written! Great, unique take on the prompts!
    34. Among the pines- aw that was very sweet and heartbreaking and universally relatable.
    35. A sensational evening- This was a popular theme for this round! Very hot!
    36. Forever Mine- I’m not sure Rania knew exactly what she was getting into!
    37. The dragon’s altar- Oh I want to know what happens next!!! This is definitely an adult erotic fantasy novel that needs to be written!
    38. Blindsided with blindsight- Ha! I saw that one coming.
    39. Werewolf song- This had a very nice story arc! Impressive in so few words.
    40. The blind leading- I really liked your idea for this.
    *41. First time: redux- I really loved this. The idea was so unique and I think every couple has gone through something similar after the birth of a child. Very touching.
    *42. Possession is pleasure- This was very hot and well written. Great imagery, too! “A sudden smell of singed rose petals…” Beautiful!
    43. Wearing his shirt- This is a hot idea, but there are parts that just didn’t read right for me. “Maybe I should check…” “squelch…” and how did they have sex through the fence? Doggy-style? Because I got the sense that they were facing each other…
    44. The Panther’s Kiss- this was hot, but unfortunately very similar to other stories above.
    45. Holy Darkness- Very hot tumble in the dark!
    46. The secret- Oh I like the fantasy play in this. Hot!
    47. The storm – I like the juxtaposition of the heat between the two girls and the humor of Jacob’s confusion. I wonder if you could make that more impactful at the end.
    48. Venus and Mars conjunction- Wow that narrator is flexible!
    49. A tempestuous tryst- This was hot, but sadly, not the first storm story.
    *50. Stealing hope- I really liked how you interwove the sex as a flashback into the rescue story. Very creative!

  9. Whew, this was a *hard* one. Crafting a whole story, with only 400 words, set in the dark, and also include the erotic. Yeesh!

    Some feedback!

    In general:
    This time we had 400 words to work with. That is so many words! So I was looking for pieces that were less “here is a smutty scene” and more “here is a story with things that change from the start to the finish”. Most of these are not that. So many eating food in the dark. So many orgies in the dark. Unless they hit my particular kink, none of them are especially interesting. The characters are interchangeable and indistinct, the setting is nearly identical, the smut is standard. This isn’t to say that any in particular were *bad*, just so similar to the others that none rise above. Give me characters. Give me a STORY not just a scene!

    Two in particular stood out as being beautifully different from the rest.

    10. Deep In Space: Such an awesome take on “in the dark”! My first thought was “black holes don’t work that way”. My *second* thought was “Astrid, you love science fiction, just shush a sec and go along with the ride.” I am so glad I did! Excellent descriptions. Not quite what I would call a story, but definitely an effective ad. I loved it.

    41. First Time: Redux: Oh my heart. This is a real story, poignant and heartfelt and true. The character changing isn’t the narrator, and that’s okay. It’s a reclamation and I adore it. Definitely my favorite.

    Honorable mention goes to:

    2. Blind Touch: This is a real story, with a noticeable change in circumstance. I like the premise and the conclusion is satisfying.

    9. The Dark Storm: Not quite a story, but I like the atmosphere and the metaphoric through-line.

    15. Heat of the Night: Beautiful details. And the ending was poignant without quite being sad. I felt like I had a strong sense of the characters.

    20. Distant Dreams: Okay, there is definitely a story here, but like, it’s hiding in the negative space. I am intrigued by the character!

    Of the rest, most fell into the category of “scene not story” and I don’t have much more feedback than that. But here are a few more that stood out:

    3. Dining in the Dark: The names are too similar, and there were too many sight words for me to believe that this was really in the dark. “pulled away inspecting her work.”

    14. Learning to Love: This is almost a story. It ends on a beginning, and if we could have followed through to a true ending, a real resolution.

    17. Duty Call: I, too, looked up what an auricle is. I had to look it up. Most people don’t know that word.

    19. Enlighten Me: This would make an excellent opening to a spicy erotica novel. It is not, in and of itself, a story.

    26. Twos and Blues: I like the characters and I like the words and I like the history of the narrator. It falls into the “scene not story” trap, but it does so with style.

    27. Haunted House: I was confused by who was who in this story. An easy trap to fall into with only 400 words! Maybe name the human characters before the spirits?

    29. Round Two: I was very confused. Who is who and what are the relationships between them?

    30. The Duetists: I love the music!

    31. The Cursed Women: A story! But the idea of women being cast out for being different hits a little too close to home for me, and I couldn’t enjoy it.

    32. Blacked-Out Britain: Great characterization and excellent imagery.

    34. Among The Pines: I liked the slow unfolding of details about the relationship. Too sad for my tastes, though.

    37. The Dragon’s Altar: This is so close. We see how she feels about going from virgin to not-virgin, but only a little. There’s definitely something there, it just didn’t quite get there.

    39. Werewolf Song: A lady werewolf! Don’t see many of those. I love it! I was a little confused about the fabric wrapped around the narrator’s head. What part of the head? Why is it important?

    42. Possession is Pleasure: This sounds like the start of an interesting story. But why does Sonia need revenge? Why is it important? I like where this is going, it just didn’t get there.

    45. Holy Darkness: I am curious about this world and these characters!

    46. The Secret: This is the worst offender in the “scene not story” category. The piece ends before the scene does. I have no idea who these people are or why I should care about them.

    Thanks everyone for sharing your words with us!

  10. This round the assignment was to write a story that happens entirely in the dark, and to use your senses. Some writers have only ‘skirted’ the assignment, others had very original settings for their ‘darkness’ stories. Something I have noticed while reading the stories is the way writers use the word ‘feel’ too much in their stories. The assignment indeed said ‘use your senses’ and ‘feel’ is the sense of touch, but using it too much, tends to make a story boring. You can leave ‘feel’ away and use a more active form of your sentence, while still using your senses.

    My feedback:

    1) Seducing the Vampyr: This story is one of my favorites of this round. You have managed to give both characters ‘body’, to capture the tension between them, and to bring in the light without bringing in the light. Well done!

    2) Blind Touch: I like the idea of this story – the sensory deprivation chamber – but a couple of things took me out of the story. There are too many white lines. I think some of the story would have been stronger had the sentences all been in one paragraph. I didn’t like the frequent use of the word ‘Angel’. It’s not a bad story at all, though.

    3) Dining in the dark: I understand that Amanda and Aria are in a dark room and that this sexy encounter happens between them before they serve the guests. After reading it several times I am still undecided whether I like the story or not, and whether I fully understand what I have read.
    Tip: Make sure you check your story for capital letters (names and beginning of sentences).

    4) The Sensory Pleasure Chamber: I like how you have written a story where there is interaction between two characters, but the sex of the characters stays unknown. I just don’t get the first part of the last sentence, and I know this might be because I have missed something in the story (despite reading it several times). Other than that, a good story.

    5) Out to eat: This sounds like the kind of place I should go to at least once. I like the story, but would’ve loved to see more of the sexy second half and less of the introduction in the beginning. I think the ‘dark part’ of the story could’ve started earlier to make the sexy part even stronger.

    6) Thank You, Daddy: A sexy, but (to me) also a scary story, as under water play definitely isn’t my thing. But, even so, this is a damn sexy story!

    7) Is this Heaven?: I love how you have captured his helplessness, his shyness, in this story, and how, even though she’s giggling in the end, she doesn’t seem to be laughing at him. I love the fun in this story!

    8) Surprise Party: Even though the ‘pet’ is experiencing everything in the dark, the story doesn’t fully fit the assignment, which said that the story should happen entirely in the dark. That said, I like this story, up to the point where you introduce the fangs, which seemed a bit out of place. I understand that you kept it as a surprise, but it didn’t work for me. Sorry.

    9) Weathering the Storm: I love how you have mixed up the two storms, the one outside and the one inside. Beautiful metaphors here, and a sexy story! Well done!

    10) Deep in Space: This is an interesting, almost conversational, story. I like the setting, like the idea of a black hole, but the story didn’t really work for me, because it doesn’t feel sexy. Sorry.

    11) The Games We Play: I like this little middle-of-the-night interlude, and the games they play. Nice story!

    12) Dirty Girl: She is a dirty girl indeed! Everything in this story works for me.

    13) Eating Out: I totally like this idea for a last dirty experience before getting married, and the idea is well executed. Just one question: is Alex the same person as Alessandro?

    14) Learning to love: You have captured so many feelings in this story. I like how the dialogue is worked into this, without it actually being dialogue, and how gentle he is with her, how trusting she is with him. Lovely story.

    15) Heat of the Night: The first time I read this story, and now that I am reading it again, I had to go back to read the first two paragraphs again, because of the switch from ‘we’ to ‘Liliana and I’. Technically this is correct, as both ‘we’ and ‘I’ are from the first person perspective, but still it took me out of the story.

    16) Dark Hors D’oeuvres: I totally like the idea of this story, but there are a couple of things where I have some questions. It’s said he’s her new client, but they seem to know each other? Then towards the end the air shifts and he kisses her, which to me indicated that he stood up and walked over to her. But then she stands and moves over him and then moves up and down, which indicated to me that he was sitting again? Am I missing something here?

    17) Duty Call: A nice story in a very dark panic room, and forbidden sex between colleagues. Be careful with starting several sentences after each other with ‘he’ or ‘she’.

    18) Spa Break: Not a bad way to spend a lunch hour!

    19) Enlighten Me: I totally like the idea of this story, of him being able to read her thoughts, of him literally being the man of her dreams. Be careful with using sentences too many sentences such as “Sundress on, no shoes.” or “Feeling cautiously around until she touches what feels like fur.” or “An intake of breath and…”. Too many of these sentences in a short piece can put distance between your reader and your story.

    20) Distant Dreams: There is something so incredibly sad in this story, the way she can’t follow her dreams because she has made her choice. You managed to convey her feelings very well.

    21) Night Camp: I remember my days of camping and trying to be quiet while doing ‘naughty things’ and knowing someone else might be listening. I like this sexy scene.

    22) My Wardrobe Mistress: I love the fun in this story, love the girl on girl action and love that last line! Oh and… crotchless bloomers. Yum!

    23) In the Dark: A well written story and I love the man on man action here, the way the first time is overwhelming.

    24) Unexpected circumstances: Since he was at a party and then tied down with metallic bracelets in the dark, I took it he consented to whatever might happen at the party. Also because he didn’t ask to be released, but underwent the ‘treatment’ of the unknown woman. A sexy story, but some people might not like this because consent is not clear.

    25) Power’s Out: I like the idea of this story, but the frequent use of the word ‘felt’ made it difficult to read. You can leave it out by making the sentence more direct, i.e. “and I felt her arms go around my chest,” can be “her arms went around my chest” and “I felt her boobs get shoved into my back” can be “she shoved her books into my back” or “she pressed her boobs into my back” and “I felt her hands shove me down onto the bed” can be “her hands shoved me down onto the bed” or simply “she pushed me down on the bed”.

    26) Twos And Blues: The first line made me smile, and when I realized that this story had a different twist from what anyone probably expected, it made me smile even more. Original! Well done!

    27) Haunted House: A story with ‘double darkness’, the darkness of the night, and the darkness of ghosts. Although these are ghosts no one should be scared of. I like how you went from the first couple, then to the ghost couple and back to the first couple again.

    28) Heat Lightning: Where this story does play off in the dark, it still doesn’t fit the assignment entirely, which is a shame because it is a nice story. Be careful to use the same phrase (‘heat lightning’) too much in such a short piece. You’ve used it four times, and once in the story would’ve been enough.

    29) Round Two: There are so many character names in this story that I am a bit confused by it.

    30) The Duetists: A beautiful piece, and a sexy encounter. I like it.

    31) The Cursed Women: This is a beautiful story, well written! And an original setting for the assignment too! Well done.

    32) Blacked-Out Britain: I like the setting of this story, the wartime, and them still finding pleasure despite it. Lovely story.

    33) Cryptic Need: This is dark and sexy, and scary too. Well written, and I like the original idea of darkness here.

    34) Among The Pines: The longing in this story is almost palpable, and I actually wished that something sexy would happen.

    35) A Sensational Evening: Wow, I want to go to Club Shadow! I love the sexy scene here, and the way the story builds to a crescendo.

    36) Forever Mine: At first I thought this is just another BDSM scene with restraints and blindfold, but then there was the vampire bit at the end, which gave the story a nice twist. Even so, I think this story would’ve been stronger with less dialogue.

    37) The Dragon’s Altar: I wanted to read on when I got to the end of this story, which is always a good thing. I love the setting here, love how she first experiences passion before she becomes the dragon’s sacrifice. But, will she…?

    38) Blindsided With Blindsight: It’s funny that with an assignment like this, two almost similar stories were sent in. A sexy scene.

    39) Werewolf Song: I love the original setting of this ‘darkness’ story. The images you paint with your words are so clear that I could see the scene in my mind. Well done.

    40) The Blind Leading: I like how this start out playful and then turns to something sexy. Where I do like this story, I feel it could be sexier. I think you can reach that by making the first part – the setting the scene – shorter and then give more room to the sexy part.

    41) First Time: Redux: Where I totally appreciate stories like this, that comes from real life and addresses issues from real life, I don’t find them sexy, despite the sex. I find the endearing, loving, and they should be told.

    42) Possession Is Pleasure: An original story with different kinds of darkness, and I would like to know what kind of revenge will follow.

    43) Wearing His Shirt: A nice story, and a sexy encounter.

    44) The Panther’s Kiss: Another story with an original setting. I love when writers think out of the box and write something surprising like this. Love the setting in the cave, the panther and the reference to the darkness in the last paragraph. Well done.

    45) Holy Darkness: The last sentence gave the rest of this story a totally different feel. I like when one sentence can almost change the essence of the story. Well done.

    46) The Secret: In this story the darkness seems to be there because she has her eyes closed all through the sexy encounter, which is an original take on the assignment. I like it.

    47) The Storm: At first I thought something was going to happen with Jacob, but I like that it was Amy. Watch out with using the word ‘feel’ too much.

    48) Venus and Mars Conjunction: I like how you held onto the theme of stars from beginning to end. Sexy story!

    49) A tempestuous tryst: Oh I do like the storm going on inside while the storm happens outside. The story feels all natural and not forced. Well done.

    50) Stealing Hope: I like how two stories are being told in one, even though at some points I had to go back to read some sentences again. Using more white lines will help with the pacing and keeping the two stories apart until they come together in the end.

    Thank you to everyone who keeps on writing for the assignments, and entertain us with your stories, You rock!

    Rebel xox

  11. I loved this task and the resulting stories are all so good. I really struggled, way more than in previous rounds, to whittle things down to a top 9 and it took me until Friday evening to finally make a decision. I have left feedback on all the stories this time but for many of them it is really minor niggling points but the standard was so high you sadly missed out on votes as a result.

    I have done my top stories first then everything else. As always if you want to discuss your story with me feel free to get in touch.

    31 The Cursed Woman

    This is really excellent writing. You managed to pack a fairly rounded full story into a short piece. The opening line totally grabbed my attention which didn’t waver the whole way through. The darkness is absolutely pivotal to the whole piece not only literally but metaphorically in the sense of punishment and loneliness and redemption through love and connection.

    34) Among The Pines
    Unrequited lust done beautifully. The sexual tension is palpable, and his desire and discomfort with it is both raw and sexy. In such a short piece you made me feel sympathy and kindness towards this man and also let me feel his secret lust. I could totally imagine laying in the dark desperate to be touched or to touch something you perceive to be forbidden.

    11. The Games we play
    I LOVE this one. So many hot lines in this but “not even when the musk of his balls enchanted my nostrils with the earthy notes of his exertion.” literally made me flare my nostrils at the thought. This is great writing and that explores both their kinks for what they are doing and is both sexy and oddly romantic too… if you like being used in the dark that is.

    23. In the dark
    I really did like this piece. You totally captured his apprehension and nervousness at what he was doing and how that added to his arousal. The darkness is absolutely core to the story too as it clearly is helping to make him brave. I also really liked that it wasn’t the best sex ever; that his nerves and excitement got the better of him and that made it feel very real/believable.

    37. The dragons Alter
    The ending is a real cliffhanger as I want to know if the dragon rejects her or not. The deflowering of Kjarla is definitely hot and the story flows towards it nicely. You definitely told a story here did something very different which I really like. The various names were a bit confusing at first and I had to reread it to work out who was who and I feel like with another 100 – 200 words this piece would absolutely come alive.

    6) Thank You, Daddy
    This is excellent writing. I got to the end of this piece and felt like I was fighting for breath. My reaction to this piece is fear and anxiety and initially I thought I didn’t like it but then I realised that it was actually really strong writing to illicit such a strong response from me. The only reason I have given it 5 instead of 10 is because even though it is really well written and is a bold and unique story it is a scenario that is a massive no for me.

    12) Dirty Girl
    The short sentences give this a really urgent feel that totally works. Your descriptions are very strong and draw me into the piece. I wanted this line “She likes to hurt.” to say “She likes it to hurt” it just makes it a stronger statement. Also feel like some brief explanation as to why the dildo was there… maybe she left it there in the morning in her rush to get to work? It would have helped give it context and finally the darkness aspect whilst there, is not central to it, hence why you lost a few points.

    50. Stealing Hope
    I really like that you took the ‘saving the captive’ and made it an f/f story. That really worked well in my opinion and weaving in her memory of her lover with her mission to rescue her allowed you to pack a lot into such a small piece. I was a bit confused about the eyes closed and candle section but on rereading realised that she used them to snuff out the light. I feel like you could have left that out and still had her somehow slitting the guard’s throat because that ruthlessness to save her lover is hot. The darkness was definitely central to the story and it is a great story just not quite as hot to me as some of the others.

    45. Holy Darkness

    The sex in this is ridiculously hot, urgent and rough and really fucking sexy and her yearning for sheets and warmth was a nice contrast to that. My only criticism is I don’t really understand why he wouldn’t want to be seen with her, clearly priestess is a clue but I think some other hint as to who these two were was needed to make it a bit more complete.

    1) Seducing the Vampyr

    I really like this line; it makes me think about breathless anticipation. “The heartbeat pulsing beneath her face was slow and faltering, like a clock on its way to stopping.”

    This part….
    Suddenly, there was movement in the inky blackness, not perceptible by eye, but she could feel it. A new odour joined the scent of the room. Leather. And rust. Not rust – the image of bloodstained teeth flashed in her mind’s eye. Oh God.

    I would drop the word ‘suddenly’, it is not required and adds nothing and also ‘Oh God’. It is not dialogue and it doesn’t really tell us anything. A description of her physical response to that thought would draw us more into her experience and how she/it feels.

    2. Blind Touch
    I lower the zip of my skirt, its metallic rasp strangely suggestive. The fabric slides down, a butterfly’s touch against my hips and thighs.”
    This really captures how the lack of light makes something we would normal miss more prominent.
    I wish you had a few more words to play with to be honest as it feels like a rush to her orgasm whereas more buildup would have made it a much hotter piece. With some editing, maybe shorter tighter sentences you might have been able to do that.

    3. Dining in the Dark
    I don’t really get why they would be serving people in the dark? I found it hard to engage with the story as a result. Also there are quite a few errors in this piece, for example Amanda is sometimes with a capital A and sometimes not. Names should always be capitals. Also there are far too many uses of her name, Amanda, and too much description of the physical acts and nothing about feelings or emotions.

    4) The Sensory Pleasure Chamber

    The opening paragraph is a bit awkward and it took me a couple of reads to work out what the voice had been right about. I found the narrator of the piece hard to connect with. There is very little about how this experience is making them feel and I know it is meant to be anonymous sex but there just seems to be no connection/feedback between the two people.

    5) Out to eat
    I found this a very odd sentence “You know I don’t like to eat in the dark” How often does anyone eat in the dark. I feel like “I have never eaten in the dark” would have made more sense.

    This is a fairly well written piece and the twist at the end definitely left me smiling but compared to others it just didn’t stand out as a very memorable story.

    7) Is this heaven
    I love all the stuff about the smells but I just kept wondering why they were in the closet. By the end I realise that maybe this is meant to be teenaged fumblings but I really feel like the lack of context for what is happening, why they are there etc, detracts from the rest of the piece.

    8) Surprise Party

    What I think is missing from this piece is any fear or even apprehension on her part. Mostly she seems calm and as if she knows this person well so the reveal they are vampires and no reaction on her part doesn’t make for a particularly exciting piece.

    9) The Storm
    There is a real heat and intensity to this piece that works well with the idea of a raging storm but it just kind of stops which is really jarring and doesn’t really reflect the passion and urgency of their coupling.

    10) Deep in space
    Very unique take on the prompt which I liked and this is a very well written piece but it just feels lacking in erotic/sexy department for me.

    13) Eating Out
    Definitely potential but you give away the twist too early and so it is obvious when it happens. I did really like that you included the foreskin in your sex. Something so often neglected.

    14) Learning to love

    This one made it onto my short list. There is a lovely intensity to this but also a tenderness that I liked. The descriptions made me want to switch out the lights and just touch and be touched. However there are quite a few mistakes in it and I feel like the ending needs work. “Asked me to put my arms around your neck.” is such an awkward sentence.
    15) Heat of the Night
    This makes me want to fuck on a hot sultry summer night. This is strong writing but I felt like the sex should have come before the drink or else it should have been a slower coupling considering they had already fucked. Also the ending feels anti climatic compared to the rest of it and I was confused why everything was silent. It just didn’t seem to fir the rest of the piece.

    16) Dark Hors D’oeuvres

    There is some nice writing here but overall it doesn’t really work for me. I don’t think you had enough words to do this justice as there is no real build up to the sex they just launch straight into it. I do really love this line though. “I could smell my excitement, amplified in the dark.”

    17) Duty Calls
    This is well written but the risk with writing about a real person like this is that if people have a strong feeling about them already then they will bring that to the piece and that definitely was the case for me. I have absolutely no time for any Trump related stuff that paints them any of them as sympathetic characters and as a result this piece left me cold.

    18) Spa Break
    I had to look up aesthetician as it is not something I had ever heard before which meant I didn’t really engage with the piece as I found that word perplexing. The piece just feels a little contrived and reference to the darkness is fairly fleeting. I actually had to go back and read it again to find it.

    19) Enlighten Me

    This is a really involved piece and that is sadly its downfall. It feels like a synopsis of a much longer story. One I would happily read mind you but in this current form it just doesn’t work.

    20) Distant Dreams

    This is a bittersweet piece for sure. It is good writing, I found myself engaged with the female character and connected with her and her longing for something she had given up. I am not sure it is erotic though but it definitely gave me feelings. However the reference to being in the dark is fleeting and this was another one where I had to go back and find it and for that reason you missed out on being in my final 9.

    21.
    The opening sentence is too long and mostly unnecessary to the story. There is no connection between these two lovers; he is basically a stunt penis in this story.

    22. My Wardrobe Mistress

    I love the kiss to smother her laughter and reference to the mint imperials. “Moist Mint Imperial lips smeared my flesh. The slight stickiness of her tongue caressed me with a minty-tingle” I love this bit.
    However she seemed to go from naked in the dark to dressed and back on stage very quickly and I am guessing Curtain Call is magazine but I don’t know for sure and so that ending left me slightly confused.

    24) Unexpected circumstances

    I don’t understand how he got here. I know there is some reference to a party but ending up strapped to a bed in the dark is quite a jump with no real explanation as to what happened.

    25) Power’s Out
    Their banter is interesting and I liked the slight confrontation between them but it just didn’t fit with it being their first time having sex.

    26) Twos and Blues
    This is another one where I feel like it is a great synopsis for a longer story because you just don’t have enough word count to flesh these characters out enough and so there is no connection between the two men or their aural voyeur.

    27) Haunted house
    I really liked the idea for this one but like the previous one I really feel like it needs to be a much longer piece. I want to know more about Betty and Gerald, what happened to them? Why that house? etc and then we need to know more about the other couple to bring the 4 of them together in a hot sexy body swap. It totally has great potential for a longer story but in this short form it is lacking some punch.

    28) Heat Lightening
    The darkness really feels incidental to this story although I really liked this line “and she placed the cigarette in her mouth to make her own firefly.” There are some continuity problems with this piece, one moment she is falling asleep then she has an ice cold tea to press to her skin, and suddenly she is on a couch which seems odd for a porch. Also, if he wanted her why would he only come out in the dark? The ending is a nice tease though.

    29) Round Two
    I am confused. Are they having an affair with multiple people behind Samantha’s back or did they all have a big old orgy earlier in the evening? Who are all these people? Is it hotel or a dorm? Just so many questions and nothing to really engage with.

    30) The Duetists (Duettists?)

    I will admit that I missed she was blind on my first read and I have to wonder if it was maybe a tiny bit too subtle. It is a great idea for a story but I was almost uncomfortable with his advances as if he was taking advantage of the fact she couldn’t see and the lack of conversation between them makes it hard to feel any erotic connection between them.

    32) Blacked out Britain

    I know this is nit picking but fishermen in the war where hugely at risk, there was a high causality rate mainly due to them hitting mines and lots of them ended up in the navy too. I know this is fiction but maybe some reference to her fear for him, to their coupling being mixed with her terror at him being lost at sea would have heighten the sex between them. Sometimes a tiny bit of research when writing an historical piece can be used to bring it alive.

    33) Cryptic Need

    They fake did themselves in order to die in a coffin as they orgasmed? That’s a bold story line for sure and whilst the writing is strong but the story just felt confusing I didn’t find it erotic or sexy as I was just so bemused by what they appeared to be doing.

    35) A Sensational Evening
    If you stuck to sex this would have worked better for me but the moment you introduced impact play, paddles and floggers in the complete darkness you lost me. I just can’t buy that you can do that in the darkness and sadly that overshadowed the whole piece for me.

    36) Forvere Mine
    I am a sucker for a vampire story (excuse the pun) and this is rather lovely but I feel like the darkness part of it is not central enough to push this up into my votes.

    38) Blindsided With Blindsight
    Nicely done, the best of these dark restaurant stories for sure but I feel like you gave it away too soon. You didn’t need to hint that it was not his partner with the reference to her getting back to the table without the staff but leaving the twist right to the very end would have given it more kick.

    39) Werewolf song
    It’s a good story but the darkness is barely a feature, in fact he even see’s her clearly at the beginning. Also she wraps the shirt round his head presumably to stop him from seeing then there is an odd reference to the moonlight not helping him to see. I don’t really get why she leaves him there and then comes back. I know that it allows you to explore her approach through his other senses but it I feel like it was unnecessary and interfered with the flow of the piece.

    40) The Blind Leading
    This is another one where I had to go back and reread a couple of times as I was confused and then I realised that Ivy was blind. Watch out for mistakes for example “I’d barely touched corner of the bed.” This sentence doesn’t make sense. It is good writing but I feel like her blindness is too subtle and that makes for a slightly confusing read at times.

    41) First Time Redux
    This is really good writing and there is much of it I really liked but despite your efforts to try to make the reference to the birth sensual it didn’t work for me. I feel like you could have talked about her changes to her body and how watching her birth the child had been amazing but the reference to stitches and stretching I found off putting and really didn’t make this piece hot to me. It definitely is tender and strong writing but is also another piece where the darkness element is not really pivotal to the piece at all.

    42) Possession Is Pleasure
    There are lovely descriptions here but I am not exactly sure what is happening. Why is she wanting to be possessed and what is the reference to revenge? Maybe this is another one that would work much better as a longer piece.

    43) Wearing His Shirt
    Are they cheating? Not that I have a problem with that but I think it needs to be clear otherwise why bother with the whole garden tryst. Also I feel like fucking through a hole in the fence would be both awkward and potentially noisy and maybe going back in the house naked with jizz running down your leg might be a problem if they are cheating.

    44. The Panther’s Kiss
    We have had a few cave stories but I do really like this one. There is some nice little story detail, the deserter, the fear of witch stories he had heard and then a muddling of things because could it all be a nightmare, his vivid dream but then that doesn’t explain the marks. The darkness is definitely a strong theme in the piece too. “The stench jerked him awake, a mixture of cat piss and dried blood.” This is a really powerful line that almost had me flaring my nostrils as I imaged the smell. You only missed out on points because the sex part wasn’t that hot to me.

    46. The Secret
    I like this, it is a kink that works for me but I feel like with some editing you could have combined the 1st two paragraphs into one giving yourself some more words so that it didn’t end it at such an unsatisfactory moment.

    47. The Storm
    Who are these people to one another? I feel like who they are and why they are there is missing and that makes this piece feel a bit disjointed.

    48. Venus and Mars Conjunction
    Sorry the star thing didn’t really work for me. I did enjoy the description of the sex in the car, the discomfort of the small space and how that is part of why it is hot definitely came across.

    “This magnificent example of a man” don’t ask me why but this feels oddly out of place with the rest of the writing where they come across as very human and then suddenly this sentence feels like he is a bit godlike.

    49. A tempestuous tryst
    I really like this line “Tamia floated in the darkness, which acted like a blanket over her inhibitions.” I totally get this and I think it is something you could have made more of, playing with her surprise at her boldness, maybe how it was out of character, just creating a bit more tension in the piece.

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