Smut Marathon 2020: Third voting round

With the corona virus spreading it’s tentacles around the world and keeping us all in a tight grip, I have expected many writers to drop out of the competition, and some indeed did. Not everyone can write when they’re anxious and worried about this thing affecting everyone, but to some writing is a welcome escape. We are not all the same, and that’s to be respected. Wherever you are, whether you are a reader or a writer, please take care! Stay safe!

I hope the stories in this round give you a welcome distraction from the circumstances!

ANNOUNCEMENT:
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The assignment

This round the assignment gave the writers more freedom than in rounds one and two. It was left quite ‘open’, leaving it to the writers’ interpretation, but with two elements that should be present in the story: masturbation and voyeurism.

The assignment was as follows:

Your character is masturbating and someone is watching them.
Write about what the voyeur sees.

Specific requirements:
* Your story is between 225-250 words in total. No less, no more.
* Give your story a title of 2-4 words.

Knocked out

All writers in this round go through to round 4, as there are no knockouts at the end of this round.

Readers, what should you do now?

Read all entries, and vote for the stories you like the best. Try to keep the assignment in mind when you make your choices. You have to vote for no less than three stories, and no more than five. Don’t forget to click the ‘Finish Survey’ button when you’ve made your choices!

Please note:

  • Writers are not allowed to tell anyone which entry they have written!
  • You can only vote once. Votes will be monitored and double votes will be removed.
  • The voting round closes on Friday 3 April 2020 at 22.00 CET (see the countdown in the sidebar).
  • Results of the voting round will be published on this site on 5 April 2020 and then the author of each story will be revealed.

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Enjoy reading and start voting!

~ Marie Rebelle
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1) Forbidden by Wicked Sisters

Forbidden from his bed-chamber by wicked sisters who twitch their clit, I watch him through the keyhole of my adjourning room. On bended knee, folds of my nightgown draw tight against the folds of my aching quim.

He removes neither boots nor britches. Pale arse-cheeks graze his bed. Testicles pulled ’til flesh is taut across his wide palm. Strong fingers slide down his knotted stomach ‘til he firmly grips his dripping dagger, and strains it away from his navel, where the first of his white juices pool.

Conjuring spirits with his war-ravaged, muscular body. Transformed. Triangulating neck-muscles, and cock, flex. More stallion than human; gritted teeth chew on a bit. Eyes and nostrils flare. Spittle and mead lubricate his abundant foreskin. He presses his full knob against the clean, white pillow. Inhuman gargles of satisfaction. Thrusts riding roughshod.

My cunt engorges. Juices cascade my inner thighs, milk-white breasts slick with drool. I suckle my long, forbidden fingers.

Pleasure becomes a panting blur.

Climax from his fecund groin is growled. Shirt lifts to reveal his sphincter echoing his orgasm. Sweat gutters his broad back, blessing between his buttocks. Last time I witnessed this, my husband’s arse was awash with cum, Banquo’s name ‘pon his lips.

Macbeth feeds himself his juices like a final, cursed communion. Post-orgasmic trance pushes him through the dark to King Malcolm’s door. A slow heartbeat with steel dagger ventures this deed done…

Only I see ghostly sheets billow, forming as if a naked man shares his bed.


2) The Meeting

He sits across from me, in his pristine suit.

Anyone looking in would think we were having our usual meeting, but nobody would realise that on his instruction, I’m sliding down my panties so they bunch at my ankles.

He bends down, takes my panties, and puts them in his suit pocket.

I wait, slightly breathless, for his next instruction.

When he speaks, my eyes widen in alarm, but I know better than to disobey. Slowly sliding up my skirt, I spread my legs open.

He looks at my cunt, his gaze impassive.

I’m aroused. I can feel my clit tingling and I know my juices are starting to pool on the chair. I close my eyes and sigh as his final instruction comes.

My hand slowly finds my swollen clit, and I begin.

Slow at first, I gently tap and circle. Then, I dip my finger into my wet, clenching cunt and rub my juices around my clit and pussy lips. He likes to see my vulva wet.

I rub my clit and fuck myself with my finger, my nipples hard against my shirt. My juices are now flowing and I squirm in the wet chair.

I open my eyes and see he is watching me, his eyes locked on me, but there’s no reaction other than his erection straining against his trousers.

The sight of the stoic, aroused, tips me over the edge and I gasp as I come, shaking and squirting slightly.

Then we start the meeting.


3) Welcome to the Machine

We crowd in, naked bodies brushing. A voice crackles over the speaker explaining the rules. The warm press of flesh calls to me. Arousal wafts thickly as we depart for our separate rooms. I take my place in the closet sized pod, cock throbbing. We’ve been separated by interest. “What do you want to watch?” they asked. My cock pulses, straining with anticipation. CA-CHUNK! The divider between our pods vanishes. A blonde stares back, finger slowly working her wet slit. She smiles, blows me a kiss as I slowly stroke. CA-CHUNK! The gears turn and we rotate. Redhead, hard nipples grazing the glass, her breath fogs the window, bullet vibe working. She gasps and bites her lip. I lube my shaft with precum. CA-CHUNK! Her breasts heave a breathy sigh as her dildo slides in and out, honeyed juices dripping. My breath comes faster as I work my cock. CA-CHUNK! Brunette; her moans have me stroking furiously. Her hips buck. Ejaculate drips down the glass. She tips her head back and smiles. CA-CHUNK! Intense whimpers, her green eyes bore into me as she works the wand. “Come for me!”, she mouths. I stroke frantically, moaning as I comply. Thick jets of cum splatter the glass. CA-CHUNK! Blue eyes and an amused smile. She licks the glass in front of her as she fingers herself. I blow her a kiss. A gloved technician enters, cleans, and a new guy takes my place. CA-CHUNK! I smile and walk to the locker room.


4) April 25, 2020

We knew we shouldn’t, but we did.

It was ten to midnight and the streets were bare. Only one month earlier we had danced in these same streets, chasing the rhythm of samba snares and shakers as the bateria weaved through market stalls.

Wait, he had said, when I tried to kiss him. He had wanted to draw out the tortuous longing that had been building since we first locked eyes.

But then things changed. And waiting became all we could do.

I stayed in the shadows as I made my way to his building, careful not be noticed by the monitors. Someone had put up posters on lamp posts that read, Go back – it’s not worth it.

The door to his unit was ajar. My heart pounded in my ears as I stepped inside.

There he was – waiting, like he had promised, on the other side of a tall pane of glass that had become our second skin.

His shirt was already off, and I gestured for him to undo his pants. I let my dress fall to the ground, shedding the weight of the day with it. His eyes followed me hungrily as I slipped my fingers passed my panties.

Fuck me, he mouthed, his hand encircling his already hard cock.

My body ached to bridge the space between us.

I pushed my fingers deeper inside, moving to his rhythm. My breasts pressed against glass, fogged with heavy breathing, as our bodies rose and fell in tandem.


5) The Quarantine

Two meters. Six and a half feet. They had promised each other tonight; before the order came down. She smiled at me “do it anyway”. I saw her attention focused on my movements.

We danced, keeping our distance. I reached down, clothes fell aside; Held her eyes. My hand did a slow stroke, fingers teasing me and she watched. I admonished her, her eyes reluctantly move between watching my hand’s first stroke upward and my eyes. She catches the pulse at my throat it is mirrored in my cock. A wave of tumescence arising, I imagine how the drop of fluid glistens and catches her eye. Slowly adding lube, I can see her eyes following the movement of my hand. Her breath catches; she flushes, and I start to stroke faster.

She tries to move; she sees my slow hand. It elicits a whimper from her; she moves back. My voyeur sees me nod, she smiles. I increase my pace again. I can control what happens, her realization makes her gasp. It feels good; sensation, control, desire. She’s seeing my hand stroking the length. It’s heady, I need this, she does too. I know the light is catching the gleam of lube and liquids. She sees me thrust into my hand, getting closer now. Up and down, twisting for more sensation. It ends all too quickly. She sees me reach forward “tomorrow night?” A nod from her and I turn my camera off.


6) In the Mirror

She shot him a coy smile when she caught him looking at her in the mirror. He started to turn, but she shook her head. He froze as she pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it on the floor. A lacy bra followed. She arched her back, brown nipples hardening, and sucked on her pouty lower lip.

The muscles in his arms clenched and knuckles turned white as he gripped the sink. Dark eyes raked over her reflection. Hungry.

With tantalizing slowness, she ran her hand over her taut stomach and undid the buttons on her cutoffs. Faded denim caressed curvy hips and long, smooth legs before joining the pile of discarded clothes. Her hand dropped lower and slipped beneath satin.

Again, he shifted, but she pinned him in place with a look and slid off her panties.

Her chest heaved as she teased her nub. Moaning, she dipped into her glistening wet core and circled back. Trembling fingers danced faster, the cresting wave stealing her breath.

He watched her writhe in the glass, his desire rising. The need to touch and taste burned in him, but seeing her take her own pleasure made him rock hard with anticipation. Their gazes locked.

She screamed as her orgasm rocked her, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

He groaned, glued to the mirror.

When the aftershocks subsided, she stretched her hand out in invitation.


7) Sudden Need

Viola wasn’t sure what was going on. Ruby had said that she ‘needed to take care of something’, before rushing into her room. “Ruby…?” she called out, knocking lightly on the door, before realizing the door was ajar. She heard moaning and the sounds of breathlessness, and gave a quick peek in.

Ruby’s red hair was splayed against her bed and pillows, her glorious body shone with the soft light of the sun from the window, nude as the day she was born. One of her hands shook with unmitigated pleasure on her breasts, groping with an intensity that Viola didn’t know she had. Her other was at her cunt, her fingers digging into her body furiously. “Yes, Viola…” she moaned out constantly, her hands moving with each phrase.

Viola smirked, standing with her back against the wall as she watched her girlfriend enjoy herself. Ruby’s breasts heaved, when they weren’t being mauled by her hand, each bouncing with each breath she took. Viola sneaked closer, giving herself an eyeful of Ruby’s cunt, and Ruby’s fingers working herself masterfully. Her fingers were covered with her juices, and Viola had to stop herself from interfering. She gave a quick look to Ruby’s beautiful face, and the small streaks of sweat that only made her hotter.

“You know, all you needed to do was ask…” she murmured softly, shrugging off her shirt with an intent to join her girlfriend.


8) The Working Girl

Forty-two days.

That’s how long I’ve watched her.

I grip my cock over my jeans, but it’s an empty gesture that promises no release. I need her, but she’s otherwise engaged.

Soft moans of pleasure reverberate off the cubicle walls, both from the speakers on her laptop and her parted lips. My tongue would fit perfectly in that gap between her pouty bottom lip and thin top one. Would she taste like the caramel-drizzled coffee she drinks each morning?

Fuck, my jeans feel too tight.

One hand squeezes her breast over her lace top, the other disappears beneath her skirt. When her legs spread to allow her delicate fingers room to explore, I groan. I want to be inside her soft folds, tracing her clit with my thumb. I want to pull away, dripping, and suck my fingers clean. I want to know what all of her tastes like.

Then, she turns. The wall traps me between it and her cutting gaze. I brace myself for an onslaught of rage–after all, I caught her fucking herself at work. Instead, she holds my stare and swivels her legs toward me. Her fingers pump wildly, gleaning with slick. Her skirt rides up, showing off her bald pussy. I massage my cock over my jeans as her head arches back and she trembles, an orgasm rolling through her. Without meeting my eyes, she licks her fingers and closes the window to her laptop.

Forty-three days looms on my horizon, too far away.


9) On Call

As the newest RN to join the staff, Alice was stuck with night duty. Eager but dead on her feet, she willed a bright smile across her face. Through the glass, she peered at her patient and smothered a gasp.

Her patient was shaking violently.

She didn’t call for help. The veins protruding from his neck, the strong jaw clenched, the rapid movements of his arm, and the significant tent in the thin blanket told her all she needed to know. She watched the light reflected in his simple gold band bounce like a metronome across dark, rigid flesh. Her eyes fell to his broad chest, rising and falling with desperate breaths. It was obvious that her patient urgently needed satisfaction.

She wondered what delightfully perverse images raced through his mind. A wife’s sweet smile contorted in passion? A round ass or swollen tit? Both? Yearning for a hot mouth or a warm cunt on his cock? Perhaps he allowed his mind to wander to a former girlfriend, one with a lithe body, pointed breasts, and a mural of tattoos. Maybe, Alice considered, he traversed further into depravity and craved a multitude of partners, an amalgam of bodies and fluids.

Ignoring the beeps of the monitors, he threw aside his blanket and erupted as she watched the thick ejaculate dribble down his shaft.

Alice let him catch his breath and clean himself. She smothered her overwhelming arousal and opened his door, her signature smile plastered on her face.


10) Tease Me

I wanted to fuck Katy Johnston more than I wanted my next breath.

She’d tormented me–her younger brother’s best friend–since I was 14, and after all these years, she still burned me alive.

“Love the beard!” She hugged me and whispered, “Bet it feels GREAT on a woman’s thighs.”

That cocky smile. Those eyes.

Dammit.

That Saturday I changed her oil at Jack’s while he worked.

“Beer break,” she announced.

My heart raced when she entered the garage wearing a sheer swimsuit cover, nothing underneath. She smiled, then sauntered toward the pool.

I washed up, grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and followed.

Cover-up discarded, she sprawled naked on a lounge chair, stroking herself. “I’ve been thinking about you.”

I sat beside her and nudged her legs apart, watching her finger her perfect pussy. It glistened in the sun and I wanted to eat it like a peach.

“Don’t stop,” I said.

She shivered as I traced my icy beer along the inside of her thigh. Then I slipped two chilled fingers in her hot, tight honey hole. She gasped and stroked faster. I did, too.

I kissed the inside of her knee, then licked my way toward the fingers that frantically rubbed her clit. Her knees trembled. Her breathing became ragged. When I ran my tongue along her slick folds, she grabbed my hair and ground her soaking pussy against my face.

I’d wanted to tease, but one taste and I devoured her.


11) Purple Haze

Elizabeth moaned and groped for the vibrator with her left hand. Eyes shut, she’d been teasing herself with her right: slow, languorous strokes starting with her palm cupping herself, a sinuous draw upwards—pressing the thick base of her middle finger against the increasingly eager flesh—until her fingertips brushed the sensitive button and she started again.

Now, though, tremors wracked her, greedy little twitches from her very center, and she needed the molded plastic of the Giant Purple People Pleaser rumbling against her.

Her eyes snapped open at hearing a groan from her laptop’s speaker.

“Fuck, baby, do you realize how sexy you look?” her husband asked.

She smiled into the webcam, a little breathless. “Look all you want, Jeremy. I’ll be holding a different stiff, purple thing as soon as I’m home. Conference ends tomorrow!”

“I can’t wait, sweetie.”

“That’s obvious, from the look of things!” She grinned slyly as the picture-in-picture clearly showed Jeremy with his cock in his hands and jacking himself ferociously.

She sat up, closer to the camera and switched her attention to her breasts. Jeremy was a boob-guy, way more than an ass-man.

Using both hands, she tilted one up and licked her tit with a broad lap of her tongue. On the second try, she captured the puffy nipple loosely with her teeth and looked directly at him, giving him an exaggerated wink as well.

“Shit!” he said. “Gimme a minute to clean up?”


12) Revel In The View

He stands barefoot with his backside toward me. His veiny hands grab hold of his shirt tail and pull it up and over his head, revealing shoulders of corded muscle. His hands move toward his waistline, hips gyrating, as he turns to face me. His fingers slowly unbuckle his belt and unzips the fly of his jeans. His bare bulge pressing against the open zipper begging to be released. He gives me a knowing smirk as he pushes his jeans down past his taut derriere. He releases his grip and the jeans fall to the floor with a heavy thud. He steps out of his crumpled pants and saunters over to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his stiff cock now pointing at me. His right-hand glides over his muscular thigh, across the coarse black hair, reaching for his cock. He takes a firm grip at the base, squeezing just enough to make it turn a dark shade of red. A bead of pre-cum forms at the slit. He slides his hand up the shaft to catch it, rubbing the slickness in small circles around the tip. Closing his fingers around his cock again, he slides his hand halfway down the shaft then quickly thrusting up over the head. He does this over and over, slowly down and quickly up over the tip. His moans matching each upward thrust.


13) 60-second show

60, 59, 58…

I and the others silently cheer her on, hoping she’s able to make the most of this rare opportunity. Her alabaster skin contrasts vividly against the dark leather armchair, but we’re distracted by her finger pumping in and out of her soft folds – wetly fucking herself for our viewing pleasure. Entirely naked and exposed, as she usually is in my presence. Free from bondage, which she usually is not. Free, also, to touch herself and bring herself to orgasm, which she now has just…

…45, 44, 43…

…seconds left to do, before she’s locked up again.

“Keep your legs spread,” I gently instruct, watching mesmerised as she reveals more of herself to her audience. The sheen on her cunt glistens in the lamp light and I salivate at the memory of her taste. There’s a clock ticking off the time until she’s put back into handcuffs.

…23, 22, 21…

It takes effort to restrain myself, to not touch but instead just watch those breasts, which quiver with her rapid hand movements. The look on her face switches from embarrassed to ecstatic and then, when one of my friends moves in for a closer look, embarrassed again.

…10, 9, 8…

Finally I see her surrender to our scrutiny, her desperate need for release overcoming her embarrassment. Her back arches, her breasts thrust up and…

…3…2…1


14) Waking Dream

Destiny wakes with a hand between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit.

Falling asleep to her roommate, Kayla, fucking tends to have this affect on Destiny. Plus, Kayla has excellent taste in men, and Steve is no exception.

Destiny remembers her dream and presses harder on her mound.

Steve’s cock was in her mouth as Kayla sucked sweetly at her pussy. Then they switched positions so that Steve could fuck her while she ate Kayla out.

Destiny’s fingers caress and rub and press, but she doesn’t come.

She decides to bring out the artillery.

Crossing her room, Destiny notices the door ajar and a pair of eyes peeking through the crack. She doesn’t acknowledge the voyeur, but continues to her goal.

She retrieves her rabbit vibrator and returns to her bed, lying with her legs spread over the blankets. She places the rabbit stimulator against her clit, turning it on.

“Yes, right there, Kayla.” She speaks in a low, but audible voice so that her audience is sure to hear.

She rubs the shaft up and down over her pussy before easing it inside.

“Steve, your cock feels so good.”

She pumps the rabbit in and out, moaning with each stroke, calling out to both Steve and Kayla to make her come, which she does in one explosive orgasm.

As her breathing calms, she hears footsteps pad down the hall and a door click closed.

Destiny drifts off to sleep wondering if Kayla will join in next time.


15) Parisian Paraphilia

Mme Ducrai had suggested that one of Henri’s painted medallions in the brothel’s salon could cover a trou-voyeurs. The teensy painter now climbed on a foot warmer and opened the disguised flap with Mireille’s face drawn on it. She herself already sat on the chaise longue in the room behind the panel. Mireille wore just a white chemise and was putting on her marine blue stockings. As her hands reached her inner thigh they wandered off over her milky skin. She pulled her chemise up and exposed her chatte. Henri’s breath quickened. Savouring her folds from a distance didn’t diminish his arousal, on the contrary. Lautrec’s eyes were trained to observe any detail and etch it into his memory. Like the protruding bud that Mireille pressed between two fingers. It was remarkably phallic and she liked to rub it while clenching it. Her moans accompanied her motions and Henri discerned how her labia glistened in the sunlight seeping through the net curtains. She pulled up a leg, spreading wider. Her two fingers glided towards her pussy hole, entered briefly and subsequently lubed her erect clit. Her left hand grabbed a breast squeezing it hard. Plunging them into her pussy again she rocked her two fingers upwards against the spongy spot that Henri had learnt was so erogenous. When she orgasmed, his cock struggled against his trousers for a similar release. But he could always rerun what he’d seen in his mind like that new invention called cinema.


16) Michael’s View

One afternoon I had discovered Michael watching me pleasure myself. From that point forward, it became routine. I would stretch on my lounge chair, massaging my panty covered labia. My legs stretched apart, compelling him to observe my beautiful trimmed pubic hair line.

Today was different; today I began sliding my panties off to achieve better access. I licked my middle finger and used it to moisten my nipple, giving each a little pinch. Slipping my fingers down between my lips, producing a moan while showing off my swollen, dripping wet box. I continued moving my fingers up and down accompanied by in and out motion as well. One could see the slick self lubricant that created a small pond under me. You could see my wild uninhibited lust. That’s when I brought out my favorite toy. Turning the vibrator on and resting the wand on my clitoris.

That’s when I moaned. “Michael, can you come here?” As he moved around the hedge, I could detect that he was rather aroused as well. I continued speaking, “You’ve been watching from a distance for so long, you may as well see the best part.”

As I played my own sexual organ, he watched with enthusiasm; my muscles contracted, and my clit was rosy pink with some swelling. I tightened my pelvic wall before I reached my orgasm. Michael had a front-row seat, just in time for me to squirt my juices all over his feet.


17) Peeping Tom’s Surprise Show

I happened to be in her neighbourhood. Peering through her front room window the sight that greeted me could not have been better planned, were it me directing it! There she was! The MILF I’d chatted to online sat on a chair at her dining table, her lithe legs spread upon it, her back arched as she watched a laptop screen on the table in front of her. Blinking in disbelief, I didn’t know whether to stop to watch or carry on walking. There was a fence running around the front garden, so I propped my foot up, leaning forward as if to retie my shoelace.

Glancing up, I noticed ‘Milf’ tilting her head back and reaching between her legs. It looked like she was thrusting something into her groin. Her fingers or a dildo I couldn’t see from where I was watching. But there was no doubt as to what she was doing, pussy petting with some gusto! I wondered what she was thinking about as her hand worked rhythmically like a percussionist tapping a drum to the beat of her desire.

Suddenly her mouth opened, and her jaw went slack. This was the finale of her solo performance, and her dark hair fell forward over her chest. She placed her ‘drumstick’ on the table. It must have been 12 inches long! The greedy girl now licked it clean. A message on my phone alerted me. “Smile, you’re on CCTV!” A picture quickly followed. Time to run!


18) Voyeur see, Voyeur do

My apartment is at one end of a U-shaped building abutting a residential neighborhood. Opening the balcony’s sliding door allows me to look into the backyards of a half dozen homes.

I spied a buxom resident sunbathing in her backyard wearing only dark sunglasses and a bright yellow bikini. The contrast against her slick bronzed skin caused a familiar twitch beneath my balls.

Fingering underneath them, I let my palm brush against my already stiffening shaft.

Her face was turned away from me, so I felt brave enough to slide my boxers off and as I came to full attention.

She cupped one breast and pinched her nipple, her other hand massaged between her legs.

I began to stroke my full length, a few seconds later; she slid one hand under her bikini bottoms placing the other on top to grind her fingers against her clit.

She began to shudder causing her glasses to slide off. I could see that she was looking toward the other side of my building.

Looking the same way, I saw a guy on the balcony across from mine, completely naked, staring directly at me. He was jacking off to me, while I was whacking off to her!

I locked eyes with him and came harder than I ever had while masturbating.

I glanced down at the girl, she was curled into the fetal position squeezing her breasts while her body shuttered in involuntary spasms.

I wondered, was that a “social distancing,” ménage a trios?


19) Will They?

Friday afternoon, early finish, “Hometime!” Elsa smiled, except she wasn’t going home. She was staying at her sisters. Her marriage had broken down and Hayley’s was the only place available. ‘Quick shower, change, and then out with my girls’ she couldn’t stand another night of ‘I told you so’s’ from her holier than thou sis. Hayley had landed lucky with Adam, took him for granted. He was always working away, ‘probably why their marriage has lasted’ she chuckled.

Entering the house, she was alarmed to hear music. Hayley wasn’t home, the drive was empty. She tentatively walked upstairs, seeing the bathroom door ajar, strains of Fleetwood Mac’s ‘Everywhere’ echoing out.. “FUCK” she gasped, it was Adam, he was back early, and obviously wasn’t expecting company. His toned body reflected in the bathroom mirror, hot water beating down on his torso. Elsa heard a moan and did a double take, “SHIT” she covered her mouth, he was wanking in the shower. She was mesmerised, watching him squirt shower gel into his palm, massaging his thick shaft, dragging his foreskin back pumping, harder and faster.

Biting her lip,senses heightened, Elsa couldn’t help but slip her hand inside her pants, already soaked in anticipation, she knew it was wrong but it felt so good. Pressing her clit, she looked up, just as their eyes met… “oh fuck, ADAM!”


20) Rear Window

“Why are you sitting in the dark, Rupert?”

“I’m looking through my telescope.”

“Seeing anything interesting?”

“Uh-huh. Birds.”

“Don’t be daft. You remind me of that film from the Master of Suspense, about a man in an apartment building, spying on the neighbours.”

“Uh-huh. But he had one broken leg, not two.”

“What are you…? Oooh, babe. You’re playing with yourself.”

“Yeah, I’m practically coming.”

“Tell me. What’re you looking at?”

“Give me a helping hand and I’ll let you know.”

“Sure, I’ll take over. Turn your wheelchair, peeping Tom. What do you see?”

“Mr Hislop.”

“Hislop? The dentist?”

“Yep.”

“What’s he up to?”

“He’s parading around, butt naked, masturbating and watching porn on a giant widescreen television. Mmm… keep going, babe… Oooh…Yeah.”

“Any good porn?”

“I think they’re amateur movies from one of those streaming services. Oh, Hislop’s squatting. Slow down, babe.”

“Sorry. I’m excited.”

“Good Lord! Mr Hislop! ”

“Jeez, Rupert. Tell me, what’s he doing?”

“He’s… he’s… Oooh, babe… Aaah, yeah… Rub faster… Oooh, wow.”

“Rupe? Let me have a peek. I can’t see it through the window.”

“Okay.”

“Where can I adjust the focus?”

“Turn there.”

“Blimey! Is that a cucumber in his rear end?”

“Ahhh-yeeeaah-ahhh-uhhh-AAAAAAAAAHHH. Fuck. That squirt felt good!”

“Oooh, he’s rubbing his penis expeditiously. He’s speeding up. Oh! Whoops.”

“What’s happening?”

“HA! His wife won’t be amused. He’s sprinkled his sperm all over the screen.”

“Umm.”

“What?”

“Sorry, babe. You won’t be pleased.”

“Why?”

“I think I’ve ejaculated into the sansevieria.”


21) Voyeur Indulgence

An alluring brunette teasing her voluptuous thighs open. Sliding her hands ever so slowly up her thighs, feeling the enticement of bringing herself to the point of orgasm as her ultimate focus.

Having obviously thought of her lover all day, she is so wet and wanting, needing release. Cheeks flushing as she feels her way to waiting drenched lips, caressing with her fingertips.

I feel a tingle and warmth as I watch her do these things. Feeling the pleasure she brings to herself as my own.

She glides two fingers into her depths as she uses the other hand to massage her clit. She sighs out a low moan with the pleasure she feels. Losing herself in the feeling of her own skin.

Eyes becoming heavier the more her body melts into the ecstasy she brings to it. Hips begin bucking and moving to the rhythm of her hands. Groans and sighs fall from her lips as she comes closer and closer to the edge.

Yes, that’s it, so sexy and such a turn on to watch. She is almost there. Just a little more. Almost at the brink.

Reaching and falling over the edge, she cries out her pleasure from her release.

That is, I cry out from my release. For being a voyeur of my own pleasure, in a mirror of perfect placement, is the sexiest, most exquisite of turn-ons I have experienced.


22) My Wish, Your Command

“We’re live in 60 seconds. Do you want the fucking job or not?” Genie’s tone is harsh, impatient. My cock hardens instantly, and she notices. “So, you’re one of those.” She smirks, then scowls. “Go get in position!”

I hurry, my arousal surging as I find my mark. My downward view is obscured by the raging hard-on jutting from my pelvis. However, on the widescreen before me, I watch pre-cum pool at the tip.

“Alright, fuckboy! Start jerking in…five…four…three…” My hand grabs my erection and begins pumping.

Genie’s red-lacquered nails type furiously, confirming the live broadcast. Lewd comments flood the widescreen, but I search only for those by KinkGenie23:

>That dick’s so fucking hard.
>Holy shit…it’s already leaking!

My grip tightens. Pre-cum drips while I imagine crimson-tipped fingers stroking me hard. A drawn-out moan escapes my bared teeth.

>I’m getting so wet watching you!

Viscous sounds draw my attention back to Genie, who is frenziedly fingering her pussy while watching me on her monitor. Everything fades as I focus on her glistening fingers slapping against her slippery sex as she watches my darkening glans play peek-a-boo on her monitor. My lower abdomen tenses with a telltale ache of urgency as she screams her release and grinds upon her palm, sending me over the edge too.

Afterwards, I’m amazed by my luck. Not many broke college students think to answer a sex ad and get paid to have their kinkiest wish granted by a Genie.


23) Balcony scene

Cracks in the walls of Taranto’s old tenements slither upwards like snakes, escaping the cries of mourning and the smell of death in the narrow alleys below.

At night, from our opposing balconies, Giulia and I watch the men in suits. They always look the same, but the person on the stretcher is different every time. Today it is the locksmith from number four. Like so many before, he will probably die – and die alone.

This is hardly the time for torrid affairs; I know that and so does Giulia. But demise just can’t eradicate desire. Surrounded by sorrow and separated by force, our fingers ache from not being able to touch.

Giulia sits down on the floor of her balcony, her back to the wall, motionless for a second. Then, she kicks off her shoes and undoes the knot in her hair. Her words are unspoken but I can hear them.

Watch me.

Her slender fingers indicate a smooth path, slowly upwards along her calves. She pulls up her skirt, spreads her legs, then touches the inside of her thighs, gently, controlling her impatience and increasing mine. It is the promise of pleasure postponed. Her body shivers slightly as her fingers find the centre of her ardour.

Touch me. Join me.

The movements of my hand mirror hers. This is the closest we can be. With the Gods off duty, Giulia and I have no choice but to worship life itself.


24) Social Distancing

She moaned, her voice low and heavy with want. Lit up by the candle flickering on the nightstand, abandoned wine glass next to it, she lay spread out in all her naked glory on the plush duvet. Slick and squishy sounds emanated from her hungry fingers probing the dark triangle between her luscious thighs.

With a frustrated grunt she rolled over and rifled through the open drawer, triumphantly pulling out a Magic Wand. Slowly she ran the head of the vibrator up and down her slit, and another moan escaped her parted lips only to be muffled by the buzzing as she clicked it on.

Peeking at her through the slats of the partly closed louvered doors of the closet, I reached into my pocket and pulled out her panties, silky satin meeting labyrinthine lace in a classic bikini cut. I entwined my fingers in them, crushing the rich purple material, sodden enticingly with her scents, against my face. I took a deep whiff before hurriedly stuffing my secret bonus back into my jeans.

Her eyes were still scrunched closed, legs crossed and holding the implement tight against her vulva as she tautened with a loud groan, then crested her orgasm with a short series of yelps and a look of divine serenity on her face.

“Aaand.. scene. You were magnificent Kelly!” I announced, reaching out from my enclave to turn off the video camera.

“Thanks Phil,” she panted, “it’s a special one for my OnlyFans.”


25) Watching Her

He sat in the corner of the bedroom, cock in hand. She entered the room fresh from a shower and naked. She laid flat on her back. “Carry on little girl,” he whispered. She obeyed. He watched.

Spreading her legs, she reached down to find her clit. Wasting no time, she began rubbing, twisting, and massaging it with her thumb and fingers. Sensations shot immediately through her, charged by her audience.

With her free hand, she retrieved the glass dildo from under the pillow. She inserted it slowly and purposefully into her mouth, making sure to get it slick. Then, moving the dildo between her legs, introducing it slowly to her cunt. It glided smoothly into her, filling her. She squeezed tightly around it, still playing with her clit. Nice touch, he thought.

She raised her feet off the bed with the first wave of an orgasm. She continued moving the dildo in and out of her cunt. She raised her knees higher, driving the dildo faster and finally, squeezing her clit tight as the last wave hit her. Trickles of her own come seeped out from around the glass. With rhythmic motions, she pumped the glass cock in and out of her body while her fingers massaged her swollen clit. Her body unfolded, and her feet were back on the bed.
Releasing her clit but allowing the glass cock to remain as she tightened against it with each wave of her ending orgasm.

“Well done, little girl.” He whispered.


26) Observation

“Fascinating… We’ve never seen a reaction like this before.”

As he watched his test subject on the security camera feed, Dr. Massey was nothing if not intrigued to see her frantically rubbing her clit with a look of utter longing in her eyes. As she quaked and twitched against herself, one phrase spilled from her mouth over and over again.

“071… 071…” It was the designation number of the life form she had been exposed to just hours before—a specimen that, under most other circumstances, was hostile. Previous subjects had been gored, flayed, ripped to shreds; it was already surprising enough that 071 had left this one alive without factoring in the masturbation on top of that.

“Langley?” Massey glanced over at his coworker across the observation room. “Pull up the security footage from 071’s containment unit. If this is what I think it is, we need to collect some samples of its pheromones stat.”

It was exactly what they thought it was. The large, somewhat reptilian creature lay in its cell, asleep but certainly not quiet. Low growls came from its mouth, its hips twitched and bucked against the air, and its member, which normally was hidden behind a scaled sheath, was very much erect. Massey cursed himself for not being there to observe the prior interaction between the two beings behind the cameras; it would have been a sight to behold.

“Just as I thought… 071’s in heat.”


27) Between Silk and Silk

Through the image on my monitor, Daniela smiles at me, and my heart jumps – leaping over the months and miles we’ve spent apart. Sunlight from an open window catches a few strands of her golden hair; I can almost smell her shampoo.

Then I notice her shoulders are bare, and I’m struck by an impulse to lick her all over. I feel my breath begin to quicken.

“Are you… naked? I ask uncertainly.

With a wordless grin, my love tilts the camera, revealing her naked body. Oh, damn

“God, you’re beautiful,” I hear myself say, the yearning in my own voice surprising me. “I want to kiss you right” – I touch the screen, where I can see the ivory line of her collarbone – “there.”

Daniela presses her hand to her lips, then to her neck, closing her eyes. When she opens them again, her blue eyes flicker with fire.

“I’ve missed you, Angie,” she whispers, the heat in her voice igniting my skin. She palms a slow circle over one of her nipples until it hardens. Suddenly, I am tingling with the memory of touching her lovely breasts and being touched by her delicate, soft hands. It is like being pressed between silk and silk. My face flushes hot.

“Tell me where else you want to kiss me,” she purrs, slipping her hand past her belly to the pink folds of her sex. As she traces her clit with her finger, the distance between us dissolves.


28) The Perfect Exchange

He strips for me and I dress for him, lingerie of his choosing; lace knickers, fishnet stockings and no bra. I kneel at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to join me. His soft, lean, body is presented for my viewing pleasure, feet placed either side of me as he stretches out on the bed, biting his lip as our eyes lock.

His hands waste no time, eager to massage his balls and his hardening cock with well-lubed hands. I squirm; eager, expectant and hungry for more than just a show. He’s rock hard in the blink of an eye and I know from the way he moans as his hand moves against his erection that this won’t be a long session.

I gasp as his movements quicken and stare wide-eyed as his body flexes and various muscles tense, he will see this as an early finish and I will see it as a glorious triumph.

The tip of his cock glistens and I lick my lips in response. His eyes are closed now as he loses himself in his own thoughts, his hand pumping hard and fast, the veins of his cock pulsing as his moans punctuate a stream of dirty words and beautiful expletives.

I lean forward with perfect timing as his cock explodes, resulting in hot sticky rivulets of jizz decorating my tongue. He sighs with satisfaction as my hand reaches into my knickers, now it’s his turn to watch.


29) Subterranean Rock Cock Blues

Melanie’s the new girl in the cave dig team. She’s the shortest of the whole crew, by about a foot, but her tits barely fit in her overalls.

I’d had to clamber up to the ‘Minstrel’s Gallery’; one of the lights was on the blink. Quickly sorted, I stretched out on the flat rock, in a dark recess.

My doze was cut short by the unexpected arrival of Melanie. What the fuck? Better keep schtum. When she started unbuttoning her overalls, it was a bit late to make myself known.

The heavy overalls dropped around her ankles. There she stood, in hard-hat, bra and knickers.

In the middle of the chamber is a blunt stalagmite which, only as Melanie tugged her knickers down, squatting as though to piss, I realised was the size and shape of a huge knob.

She tore open a condom and, two-handed, rolled it down the stalagmite. My prick stiffened and pulsed as I watched her nuzzle her hairy cunt against the nub of the rock cock. I couldn’t believe that she could possibly accommodate its girth but, switching to a kneeling pose, her back to me, she gradually sank onto it. As the phallus entered her depths, a primordial, guttural growl came from her throat. Leaning forward onto her hands, she began to lift and fall, slowly, then faster, until she was gasping and shuddering.

She dismounted with a deep sigh, settled on all fours, tossed another condom behind her and spoke.

“Your turn, Neanderthal.”


30) Cora’s Kitten

Such interesting noises, Cora thought, walking to the bedroom. Her kitten had shyly requested “alone time.” So adorable…and deliciously corruptible. Cora hadn’t made her masturbate in front of her. Yet.

She stopped in front of the door, silent and listening. The moans she heard were too delicious to ignore. She slowly cracked it open, keeping quiet. She nearly moaned at the sight.

Her kitten was propped up slightly, her dark complexion contrasting perfectly with the pale pink sheets. The vibrator whirred between her legs; her toes curled into the bed, wrinkling the bedsheets. However, it was her kitten’s face that was her undoing.

That’s my lip to bite.

The sight of her teeth digging into her bottom lip had Cora slipping inside the bedroom. Her kitten hadn’t noticed her, which was perfect. She was entrancing. Her hips moving of their own volition, the little sounds that made Cora hungry for more…

Her kitten was getting close. Cora stepped forward, getting her attention. She visibly jumped and opened her mouth to speak, moving the vibrator away, but Cora cut her off.

“Continue, kitten,” she said, her tone brooking no argument, “Cum for me.”

Her cheeks darkened. “Yes, Mistress.”

She pressed the vibrator back where it belonged and let out a loud moan. She quickly climbed to her peak again.

“Eyes on me,” Cora commanded. Their eyes met and her kitten came undone. Her vulnerability shredded the last of Cora’s self-control.

“Now, kitten,” she approached her, smirking, “the real fun can begin.”


31) Piano Duet in A♭

I hear him, every time: his door creaking open, soft footsteps stopping outside my room, his zip opening. Does he know that?

He might, this time.

Usually I lie facing the door, knees up and parted a little to funnel his vision towards what we’re both focused on. But tonight my feet are braced on the headboard, legs spread enough to accept a man between them. From his new perspective he’ll see my thigh tattoos. If he can read them he’ll know “Everything happens for a reason” and “Fate loves the fearless.”

My breasts—softer than his footsteps—are mounded between my arms, so he can’t see my hands, just one elbow making small circles while the other lifts and dips in time with my thrusts; a conductor’s baton coaxing a crescendo from my squeaky mattress.

He’ll have to search his memory to picture my slick arousal, for his imagination to replace my fingers with his cock, his hand with my heat.

He watches me orgasm, sees my belly rising as I arch my back like the duvet is burning me, like my bed’s hotter than my cunt. He can see my face now, mouth open in ecstasy. If my eyes were open too I could see the keyhole; he’d be staring at me staring at him. Does he understand?

My pleasure and my body subside together; I imagine hearing an echoing sigh and the splash of semen on skin.

I whisper, “I won’t lock the door tomorrow.”


32) Working to a Deadline

I love my toy, never more so than when she’s like this.

A contented sigh escapes my lips as I survey the sumptuous sight before me: my angel, naked save her collar, squatting at the foot of the bed, furiously stroking her shaft while her arse twitches around her jewelled princess plug.

Her legs are bound in a strict futomomo, her thighs and calves spilling beautifully over the stringent web of rope. Her back is arched (not painfully, but enough to cause discomfort) against the mattress as I sit, watching, stopwatch in hand.

The best thing though is her headwear. My finest satin panties – soiled from a day of exertion and my own onanism – lovingly encircle my bitch’s face, keeping her dead to the world beyond my heavenly aroma.

I grin as I note how the material collapses inwards with every furtive inhalation, infusing her body with my juices, both sweet and acrid. She’s doing so well. I shoot a glance at the stopwatch.

‘Ten seconds,’ I tease.

This is my favourite part. The sudden flurry of febrile activity. She beats her meat as though it’s wronged her, her sphincter clenching desperately around its metal intruder, but to no avail. I stop the clock.

‘Time’s up!’

A moan of anguish.

As I remove the slick fabric, and gaze into those hopeless, tear-streaked eyes, I dangle my baby’s cage before her, savouring the shift from exhaustion to fear.

‘Better luck next time,’ I say, but of course, I don’t mean it.


33) Between Shots

An exhibitionist through and through, she sardonically called it The Twoman Show. Hidden cameras everywhere, following her movement automatically, 24/7. No privacy. She didn’t want to know where the cameras are, and she got her wish. No place and no activity is off limits. Not knowing the number of peepers at any given time. She was delighted. At first. Tingles all over when you think of being watched. But even a consummate exhibitionist sometimes craves privacy, as she had eventually discovered. And so she thought she found a camera-free spot. Silly little thing. I chuckled at the expression on her face as she squeezed her petite frame behind a bookshelf, carefully facing away from the wall, a hand sliding in her slit, a blissful expression on her face. Oblivious to cameras, one face level, one aimed right at her cunt, and one facing up from the floorboards. Three screens.

1: Eyes closed, a quiet moan escaping through parted lips.
2: A wet squelch of already moist fingers, close up, the happy button peeking in between.
3: Legs parted, hornydew forming on the delicate folds, drop after drop, growing, then ever so slowly detaching and falling toward the camera.

Moan. Peek. Splash. Rub. Squeeze. Tug. Whimper. I watch the screens, lost, matching my motions with hers. The thought of having outwitted her adding to my excitement. I come as she does, relishing the thought of sending her the footage later.

And then the sly vixen winks and sticks her tongue out.


34) The Roommate

Low sultry moans peaked Nick’s attention as he unlocked the front door to his apartment. Essential papers needed for his afternoon’s meeting were resting on the desk in his room. Silently he closed the door, creeping towards the pungent womanly scent and sounds wafting towards him. Intrigued and confused he paused by his slightly opened bedroom door where he discovered the source of the enchanting music to his ears.

Settling against the partially opened door, Nick eased far enough along to clearly observe. On his unmade bed lay his roommate, Annie. His medium blue comforter was a stark contrast to Annie’s pale flesh. Her legs parted widely and full firm breasts displayed tightly peaked nipples His comforter dampened to a darker hue as soaked fingers clutched and scraped parts of it across her midriff. The dildo rolled over her hips.

Eagerly Annie grasped it, pressing the head into the epicentre of her need. Her pussy was swollen, coated with juices while glistening fingers teased and rolled her reddening clit, his name spilling from her lips.

Long blond hair spread across his pillows as her head tossed. A spellbinding dance of light and dark weaved across flawless skin from the open slats of the white blinds. Her womanly hips began a mesmerizing undulation, keeping pace with each thrust of the toy. Her body arched, writhed and ground back in response as she pushed to completion.

Papers and work became a distant memory.


35) Carpe diem…fingers crossed

I have to peek through the keyhole when I hear my flatmate moaning over the buzz of her Hitachi. She sounds too good to miss… and pandemic confinement is so boring. Couldn’t help it.

With her big blond hair, Little Miss Perfect conjures a Pornstar-Barbie form of vanilla perversion; it makes you want to believe no woman ever came as hard or as wet. I wonder who she’s Facetiming this time…some new loser she met online. I tell myself that as if I don’t care. She tilts her head back, closes her eyes, lets out a whimper, so soft I almost miss it. Mirroring what I see, I slide a hand under my panties. I haven’t touched anyone since the curfew started and I’m so horny it’s absurd. Her tits are round, bouncy, if I were a man I’d compare them to some sexy-sounding fruit. I’m so lost in thoughts of my face against her bush, that I completely freak out when the alarm rings on my Apple watch.

Obviously she hears it too. Next thing I know, she opens the door to find me on my knees, legs spread fuck-width apart. I can choose to panic and be mortified, or I can choose to embrace the wild thing in me. I can turn this into an impromptu virtual threesome. I grab her phone to film myself licking cum off my hands. This is when she tells me her private livestream has over 800 000 followers. Now that’s awkward.


36) A Daffodil in Spring

Oh, what’s this?

The willowy creature spreads herself naked across lilac silk sheets, her graceful limbs like a lily welcoming the sun.

What naughty things are you planning, my beauty?

She bends her knees and pulls them apart, her feet planted on the bed. Between supple white thighs, her vulva opens, sweet and pink like a cherry blossom wetted with morning dew.

Inviting a roving eye, perhaps?

A hand glides to her mons as the other cups her perfect breast. Her luscious labia majora are petals of an orchid, her labia minora the coral lip, tempting a passing bee to come explore the cup.

Or a finger. Yes, a finger.

She presses and circles her clitoris, urging the tiny bud to bloom. Her soft mewls testify to her awakening arousal. Tentatively, she dips a fingertip into her slit.

A second finger quickly joins the first, delving deep into her yearning cunt as her moans crescendo. Pulling her fingers out, she stuffs them into her mouth, sucking hard as shudders wrack her body.

Don’t stop there, angel…

Her saliva-slick fingers find her clit again. Rougher, pushing and rubbing hard as her breathing quickens. Thrusting her hips up, her fingers pump ferociously into her clenching sheath.

Can’t watch…too much!

Tipping her head back, her eyelids flutter close as the ecstasy overtakes her. A long low moan brims up her throat to seethe from between clenched teeth.

Moments later, Amaryllis opens her eyes and smiles up at the mirror on her ceiling.


37) Sweet Release

He didn’t notice her makeup or the splash of scent she wore behind her ears. Hell he didn’t even notice the sheer lace bra set that she wore to bed. She wanted to feel the weight of his desire pushing inside of her but the weariness of the day was heavy in his sigh as he leaned over and flipped off the lamp.

She knew what would help erase the day from his mind. She spread her legs, closed her eyes and sighed as her fingers found her center. Each movement of her hands had her arching skyward.

He first heard her. The soft whimpers of desire; the sounds he knew as intimately as his own. He opened his eyes to watch her. His eyes roamed the body of the woman he loved. They skimmed over her long legs, up to her full breasts and down to the slim hands circling her clit.
He felt himself harden in his hands.

She felt his eyes on her. She could hear the deep tenor of his moans. She opened her eyes and stared at him as she slid her finger in and out.. over and over. She could feel herself tighten.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted inside of her. He wanted to feel the velvet softness for himself but his body betrayed him and he yelled out at the intensity of his orgasm.

She smiled and tossed her head back in triumph as the wave of pleasure washed over her.


38) Have An Away Day

“Do you want to watch me touch myself?” She asked with a look that slowed my breathing.

I looked at her, and then down to where her fingers were unfastening the front of her jeans, the bronze coloured button almost popping like a cork through the denim slit. Was she really going to lower the zip? Oh god, I could see her knickers. My cock made a jerk to escape the dark confines of my trousers. I could actually feel my pulse banging down there.

Her fingers flipped up the thin lacy trim, and she made a slight grunting noise. I dared not look at her face, I was scared, no embarrassed to be caught watching despite the invitation. It was so unbelievable.

She wiggled in her seat, her jeans came down slightly and her t-shirt rode up. Her belly was flat and from the light through the train window I could see her heartbeat vibrate like a drum. Her fingers explored between her legs, sometimes balling a fist and pushing against herself. She groaned and crossed her legs, trapping her fingers tight. I mirrored her actions and crossed mine too, to crush the swelling.

“Are you watching?” She gasped

“Yes.” I replied, shocked at the sound of my voice.

Without warning her knees came up and she squealed in almost silence, trembling and pushing her head against my shoulder. I felt a rush of warmth as I lost control and hoped this teenage moment would last forever.


39) Home Early

“Master, I’m home!”

Miranda closed the door behind her. Hmm, she received no answer.
She continued on inside.
“Master?” His car was parked in front, so he should be home.

Miranda went up the stairs. Maybe he was asleep?

“Oh, you like that, huh? How ’bout this?”

The hairs on Miranda’s arms rose. What was Master doing? Surely he wasn’t…

She approached the bedroom door slowly. Wet strokes filled her ears, adding to the dread filling up inside of her.

“Take that, Nikki, take it all.”

His voice was thick with arousal.

Softly, she opened the door so she could peek inside. Yup, there he was. His broad shoulders and tight ass were all she could see. He was pleasuring himself, blocking Nikki from her view entirely. They had agreed play with others was fine, but she had hoped to be informed.

Despite everything, Miranda wished she was on the receiving end of his attention instead of this Nikki.
Master wasn’t usually the impulsive type. This girl must have made some impression to have wiggled herself into his bedroom already.

The door creaked as she leaned against it. Her Master turned around in an instant, his eyes wide. “Miranda, you’re home early.”
“Yes, Sir. Want to introduce me to Nikki?”
He smirked and took a step aside.

A lifeless sex doll greeted Miranda with a vacant stare.


40) Invitation to a Dance

The ballet dancer—Miss Torso, I nicknamed her—joined a silver-haired gent on her balcony. She gave him a peck on the lips and he pressed her to him, making it last.

I rolled my chair away from the window, cursing my leg cast, wishing I were him.

***

Long after midnight, light still poured across the courtyard from her apartment. I pulled out my camera and adjusted the zoom lens.

She touched two fingers to her lips, then pressed them to a photo on her vanity. Twirling for her invisible audience, she unzipped her dress and let it fall. Bending at the waist, she removed her lace thong and flung it towards—me.

A peek over her shoulder, a smirk—but did she really see me?

Her brown nipples seemed inches away. Stretching across the bed, she spread her thighs slowly apart, like curtains revealing the showstopper. Her fingers spiraled her clit, her wet lips. She bit her lip as she traced her breasts. My cock tented my thin cotton pajamas, imagining my tongue painting her flesh instead.

Slipping her fingers inside, her other hand balled up the sheets as she arched her back and—

Shaking with my own climax, I accidentally snapped the shutter: the sound as loud as a slap against wet flesh.

She rolled to sitting position, legs crossed demurely.

Blushing from head to toe, she looked directly into my lens

pressed those same two fingers to her lips

and blew me a kiss.


41) Cherry Blossom Road

There is nothing quite like self-isolation at home with a dull to-do list to encourage an easily distracted mind to gaze out an open window to deserted streets for far too long. I like to think I’ll get dressed today but the fresh spring air filled with the aroma of cherry blossom is more than enough incentive to sit naked in the glorious sunshine. Just a little while longer I think to myself, as I let my hands run over my torso and down to freshly trimmed cock and balls.

The realisation that my eyes must have been closed for longer than I thought hits me when I notice the delivery van suddenly parked outside. The driver is still inside and I can see him looking down at what must be his phone. He licks his lips and I can’t help but imagine him exploring every part of my now rock hard erection.

Spitting a few times onto my hands is all the lubrication I need as I stroke my cock with one hand and roughly pull on my balls with the other. Annoyed at getting closer to orgasm a bit sooner than expected, I return to look at the delivery guy to find him returning my gaze. Our eyes lock. His right upper arm moving as vigorously as mine is too much to stop my cock from exploding semen all over my face.

I close my eyes again and wonder if the doorbell will ring this time.


42) A Haunting Experience

If I’d known that ghosts could get a hard-on, I would have done myself in sooner. Only problem is there’s not much inspiration in an abandoned, haunted house. At least, not until Raven showed up with dark hair curling around a figure that made my non-corporeal mouth water. She loved the place even though I’d overdosed in it three months ago.

Raven moved in and had a sex drive beyond anything I’d seen before. She’d bring home men who looked like GQ models and women reminiscent of Playboy bunnies and they’d all be begging for mercy by the time she was done with them. I was jacking myself off all the time. It was my version of heaven.

Although I loved watching her play, in sleep she was just as sexy with her full lips parted slightly and smooth skin begging to be touched. She took my breath away. Raven had just fallen asleep when she began caressing her body. One hand cupped her full breast, tugging at the nipple while her other one slid down her belly. Raven’s middle finger parted the dark curls of her pussy and played with her clit as she moaned. Raven’s body writhed as she finger-fucked her wet pussy. I stroked my cock, imagining how she’d feel and wishing I was alive again.

Raven’s eyes fluttered open and stared at me. When she smiled, I almost lost it.

“Get over here and ghost fuck me.”


43) Lessons in Love

Removing the blindfold, Mark absorbed the scene before him. Anne lay exposed on the bed. The soft light illuminated the curves of her body. On the pillow her hair splayed round her face; her eyes closed. She caught her lip between her teeth, releasing it with a sigh. Her breathing was heavy, making her breasts rise and fall. One hand lay near her head, palm up, relaxed. His gaze travelled down her body to the other hand between her legs. Her index and middle finger alternated between a slow circular movement and a long stroke. During the long stoke her fingers would vanish into her, emerging wet, before circling her clit. There was no sense of urgency, and she continued in a steady rhythm. Her moans and sighs increased in frequency. Mark widened his gaze to take in her entire body as it shifted and undulated, tensed and relaxed. A ship on swelling seas. Free hand pressed against her face. Breath uneven. Face and chest, flushed. Mark turned his gaze back between her legs. Anne’s fingers rubbed her clit quickly now, and she thrust her pelvis against them, seeking release. The rest of her body stilled, holding her breath, and he leaned forward, caught on the precipice with her. She exhaled a satisfied moan, her body to melting into the bed. Mark released his breath. Her fingers moved slowly, drawing out her climax, before she withdrew her hand. Mark sat back, blinking, his lesson ended.


44) Parental Lesson

It was the first time I had seen her do anything for herself. That was the biggest shock of all, not what she was doing, but that it was not in any way a service to someone else. Emphysema had taken Dad a year ago; I was an only child home from college for a long weekend. While heading back up to my childhood room after a midnight raid on the refrigerator, faint sounds in an otherwise silent hallway lured me to Mom’s bedroom. Faint bluish light, the sounds of heavy breathing, of sighing moans and cooing squeals all seeped out from under the closed door. I gripped the knob like a surgeon, turned it and stepped noiselessly in. A laptop screen glowed, showing a tiny frame of naked bodies against the huge headboard of the king size bed. Stretched out in front of it like a mountain ridge was my mother. Her body was draped over a line of embroidered pillows, crushing them. Her ever neat and sensibly short hair was matted and tangled. One arm pulled a sheet tight across her broad back. Her snow white thighs rolled slowly back and forth, and her naked doughy buttocks clenched and churned as she rode the hand buried beneath her. The woman who had shown me the value of surrendering her life to the roles of laundress, cook, chauffeur, and nursemaid was now unknowingly showing me the value of giving one’s body over to pure sensual abandonment.


45) Raunchy Restroom

The door opens and I observe a woman in a short dress enter the restroom. My shift has just started and I am placing the last fresh towels next to the sink. “Good evening, ma’am.” I nod into her direction.

After a short while, I hear a moan. “Ma’am, are you alright?” No answer.

I see that the door to her stall is not closed. I peek around the corner and hold my breath. She is sitting on the toilet seat, her long legs spread, her feet resting on the walls. The dress pulled down, her breasts exposed. I see her rosy cunt, fingers pounding the wet channel, the other hand rubbing the swollen clit.

I observe her open mouth, silent moans escaping. Her eyes are closed, her facial expression focused. I don’t dare to move. I want to see the fireworks, I want to see her explode. The tension in her body increases. I watch her back arch, fucking herself faster and faster, not stopping to rub her clit. Her body starts to twitch and she lets out a scream. I can feel a strong tingle in between my legs as I see the last waves of pleasure run through her.

I walk back to my station. As the door closes behind her, I make my way to the stall and step inside. I lock the door, sit down and pull down my knickers. My fingers slide into my wet cunt. I need this now.


46) Best ride ever

Although the evening begins slow with just a few short rides in my cab, it’s about to change in the most memorable of my career. The woman I pick up sneaks into the backseat with a waggish giggle and names her destination in adorable Scottish-Irish. Her whole presence is enticing with lustful curves in a flared summer dress and a titilliating hint of perfume.

I start driving, but check her in the rearview mirror, because she’s moving in her seat. “Are you okay?”, I ask. “O, yess, this is pleasurable enough.” I adjust the mirror to check upon her and notice she is sitting -not very ladylike- with one foot on the backseat and her knees apart.

I stop talking, when I look straight into her bare cunt. Startled, I look up to her face. She daringly looks back at me, licks her middle finger and brings her hand to her pussy. By now I’m grateful for cruise control.

She lets her wet finger glide over her soaking clit, while the other digits caress the short hairs there. Her eyes closed she lays back her head and I hear her soft moans. Then she lifts her butt a little and her finger strokes between her lips quick and quicker. Just when I see a glitter of her juice dripping she freezes quivering and falls back on the couch with a smiling sigh. With my dick bursting in my pants, I hoarsely state “I see you’ve arrived, but we’re only halfway.”


47) Hot Man Sluts

She might be approaching her 73rd birthday, but Geraldine Copps still has enough of her marbles to know that when one receives a message containing a link captioned “Hot Man Sluts XXX: Impaled”, one should probably leave well alone for fear of unpleasant digital infestations. Minutes later, a flustered apology pops up on her phone; Brian, her great-nephew, is abject in his remorseful embarrassment, having accidentally sent Aunt Gerry a message intended for his boyfriend.

Evidently, the link is safe to be clicked upon. Curious – and feeling jolly daring, Geraldine pokes a finger at the blue text.

“Oh my goodness,” she breathes as the video begins to play.

The young man is slender, wiry with broad shoulders; a swimmer’s build with strong leg muscles. They must be strong, otherwise he’d never be able to-“Oh my,” says Geraldine again. The performer, presumably one of the aforementioned Hot Man Sluts, is lowering himself gradually onto a kitchen chair – or rather, onto the outsize red ribbed dildo suctioned to the seat, the other end disappearing slowly between his flexing buttocks. He seems to be enjoying himself immensely, bouncing and squeezing himself a little harder with each increment of penetration.

Geraldine is fascinated.

Still gazing at the decorative fellow on the screen, she rummages in her handbag for her credit card. Apparently there are fifty-three more Hot Man Slut videos available, a bargain at only £7.99 a month. Much better value than her Crochet World subscription.


48) The Cum Bucket

Tommy was sunbathing in just his boxers in a clearing by the river. He got the urge to play with himself. He removed his boxers and took hold of his cock and brought it to life.

Lucy a single woman was walking in the woods when she came to a clearing and stopped dead in her tracks.
There in front of her, a guy lying on his back, knees in the air stroking his manhood.
She opened her blouse are fondled her naked breasts as she observed him. His huge ball sack danced in time with his hand movements which were getting faster.
Lucy wanted more so her hand slid into her panties and cupped already damp vagina.
She rubbed herself and the guy’s hand was just a blur now as he arched his back.
“Fuck yes,” shouted as strings of his semen shot over his stomach, chest, neck and face.
Lucy put her hand over her mouth to stifle any sound as she could feel her own juices gushing from her most intimate part.
She lost her balance and stepped forward breaking a twig with her foot.
Tommy looked at her and smiled then beckoned her over.
Without a second thought, she walked towards him, removing her blouse and skirt.
After she removed her panties Lucy knelt down and started licking and sucking his salty cum of Tommy’s body. Reaching his face she straddled him and said: “I hate men who waste cum.” and kissed him.


49) The Lesson

There He is, in a chair across from the bed, brandy in hand, one ankle on the opposite knee- the picture of male indifference.

I am anything but indifferent. Legs spread at the edge of the bed, sweat dripping down my back and in rivulets descending my breasts, begging and pleading as I hold the vibrator to my dripping wet pussy. Bound in place only by my Master’s command. I have spent the evening here, as I edged towards my orgasm and have been yanked away so many times I have lost count, tears streaming down my face making their silent plea that I be allowed to cum. “Please, Master. Please…”

Finally receiving a barely perceptible nod, giving me permission, I cum. Waves of pleasure wash over me, so intense they are painful, I try to move the vibrator away and ride the wave down but I hear across the room quietly, “no small one, again, keep it there”. I whimper as I hold the vibrator in place and I cum for Him again. Another nod indicates that I’m not through yet. And again. Moaning. Gasping. Sobbing. The tears come, this time a silent plea that I might be allowed to stop.

This is where I was yesterday but I didn’t have an audience. Nor did I have permission. So today I have to learn my lesson. And what a lesson this is.

“Thank You, Master.”


50) Night On The Tiles

It’s the best first date he’s ever had. Flirty, dirty – two glasses of wine apiece and her knickers in his pocket after a dare at the table neither of them quite believed she’d do. But their frantic kissing is drawing attention.

“Come with me,” she murmurs, leading him into the bathroom.

She slides the zip of her top down, showing him the red bra cut to barely hold her breasts. Looking straight at him, she licks her fingers, rubs them slowly over her hard nipples.

“Turn around,” he says.

She does, pressing her tits against the tiles, the cold making her gasp.

“Touch yourself, please. I want to watch.”

She slips off her skirt and rubs her wet finger against her even wetter cunt. She arches her back to show him more, revelling in his gaze. She rocks in time with her finger pulsing gently on her clit, leaning on the tiles to cool the flush on her cheeks.

“Don’t come yet,” he says, and stands just behind her, the head of his cock nudging at the entrance to her cunt.

She moans and tries to sway her hips back, but he moves away, keeping the same minimal contact. The tip stays grazing against her, teasingly matching her rhythm, almost-but-not-quite pressing inside.

Her breath is coming faster now. He watches carefully and moves his hands to hold her tight just as her orgasm hits.

“Oh, my god. Wow!” he whispers.

“So… second date?” she asks, smiling.


51) Dirty Laundry

Steam washed over Maria’s face when she cracked their bathroom door open, but then cleared enough to reveal her roommate behind the glass sliders. He always showered when he returned from the boxing gym and Maria was determined to catch the sneaky soap stealer.

Dark and stocky, with a wooly down covering his thighs, Andre was a powerful man who was now coating his erection with her body wash. Long, prominently jointed fingers worked up the suds as he massaged his head and balls in steady rhythm.

Then — swoosh.

In quick order, Andre grabbed the panties Maria had hung to dry on the clothesline above the shower head and wrapped the lace tightly around the base of his shaft.

She froze, transfixed by his cock straining against the fabric that had only hours before graced her pussy. Andre spread his buttocks apart and worked the lather between their deep valley. With one foot propped against the edge of the glass, he stuffed himself down to the constantly bruised knuckles of two fingers and fucked his ass with the abandon of someone unaware that they were being watched.

Quiet moans escaped his lips, prompting Maria to clench her thighs together and suppress her own gasp. But when Andre clutched his cock to release a stream of jizz all over the shampoo bottles, she had to physically cover her mouth and walk away. Grinning, she already knew just the pair of panties she’d hang up to dry the next day.


52) Predator and Prey

Chloe surveyed the assortment of toys before her. One hand slid up her body and began drawing slow circles around her nipple the other stroking between her legs.

She bit her lip before settling on the quartz crystal phallus, he was intrigued by her simple choice. She’d passed over the wand, and hardly even considered the vibrators. She closed her eyes, opened her lips and ran her tongue over the pale pink stone in her hands. This was the moment he’d been waiting for, he could feel his erection coming to life. She reclined on the bed lowering her hand she delicately spread the lips of her shaved pussy as if for his inspection. Circling her clit he heard her moan and he reached for the glass between them, willing his fingers to touch her.

Michael watched her fellate the crystal cock and could almost feel her lips on his cock. She lowered her hand, spread her legs and pierced her waiting cunt with the saliva cloaked dildo. She began to arch her back, quickening the pace as she fucked herself. He exhaled sharply, not even aware he had been holding his breath. He knew she was close now, her orgasm teetering ever so delicately on the edge. She pulled the dildo away from her body, dripping wet, and placed it once more between her lips, licking her juices off it as if she knew he was watching. Taunting him. He would possess her…soon.


53) Working Late

Outside the glass wall to Harriet’s office, Max stopped in his tracks. The CEO usually went home early, but there she was, seated at her desk in a strangely darkened room.

Harriet was not working – her computer switched off. She was hunched over the huge desk, one hand clasped around her breast, the other arm disappeared under the table top – between her legs.

Max watched her perfect body silhouetted against the evening sky, her arm rhythmically moving between her thighs. He sensed her trembling, gasping – her mouth fell open, but no sound was heard through the heavy glass panes.

He felt his cock growing hot, stretching inside his pants, swiftly approaching a full erection. What he wouldn’t give to get a look between her legs! Was she stroking her clit? He imagined it pink and stiff. Was her elegant fingers probing the wetness of her cunt? The succulent crevice where he longed to bury his cock.

Suddenly, he wanted her to notice him. Wanted to look her deep in the eyes as she came – share the experience of her orgasm. His cock was now completely hard.

A muffled scream reached him through the glass wall. Harriet twitched in her chair and doubled over on the desktop, her entire torso shaking uncontrollably.

Max swallowed, then turned and walked away, searching for a toilet where he could release the unbearable pressure building up in his balls.


54) Self-Isolation

One week into lockdown and I’m already stir crazy – craving human interaction. I find myself spending more time sitting on my top floor balcony overlooking the flats opposite, watching as little vignettes of daily life are played out, imaging the lives of the strangers opposite, creating fantasy worlds for me to inhabit.

The window directly opposite, but two floors down from mine is my favourite, I have a great vantage point, and I watch now as he appears in his bedroom with just a towel around his waist, which he discards to reveal his semi erect cock bouncing delightfully as he moves to the chair facing the window. Leaning back he lazily strokes himself, his fist gripping the base of his shaft before teasing up to the darker, shinier head. He slaps it against his torso a couple of times and I imagine him slapping it against the cheeks of my arse before slamming inside. He fist pumps a little faster now, sliding easily over the thick wet length and I imagine my lips parting to slide him down my throat. He’s close I can tell and I’m willing him to cum, I don’t have to wait long and I watch as his body stiffens, thighs locked tight as he pumps hot cum over his chest and torso, imagining it over my tits, dripping from my chin.

He’ll have to wash his hands for at least 20 seconds I think, smiling to myself as I return to my laptop inside.


55) The Warmup

I lean against the wall and watch his reflection. If he were to lift his head and open his eyes, he would see me standing here. Leaning towards the shower screen, left hand raised above his head and pressed against the glass supporting his weight. Head dropped down between his shoulders with eyes closed, his right fist moving slowly up and down his stiff shaft.

The pull of his hand up and down his cock starts to increase in speed, twisting a little as he nears the tip. My mouth waters. I know what that glistening tip feels like in my mouth. The crisp memory of his swollen glans sliding along my tongue makes me gulp in want. A soft groan escapes him and my pussy weeps in reply.

My gaze is transfixed by his hypnotic rhythm. Breaths panting past parted lips in time with the beat of his hand. My knees tremble with the near overwhelming desire to drop in front of him, head tilted back ready to receive all that he is building. His thickness surges as his lower stomach tightens. I briefly wonder what it is he is thinking about as his body continues to tighten and quicken, chest lifting and falling in heaving breaths.

His head lifts and drops back as thick white strands splash against the glass of the shower screen. My body throbs as his loosens in relaxation. I step away quietly, ready to enjoy my own time with some wicked thoughts.


56) The Gang-Bang

Three men were fucking you. I wasn’t one of them.

I had my doubts when you suggested this. It hurt, hearing you craved more sensation than one man could give you. But I let you talk me into it. You said, “They’ll wear condoms, and you’ll be there to keep me safe.”

Now, there was the college-jock with the hard muscles and huge cock stuffed into a too-tight rubber, keeping him constricted and hard for far longer than I’d ever last. His cock was pumping mercilessly in and out of your cunt, making you moan and shudder with every thrust.

He directed traffic, and the others, the bearish black man whose cock you sucked, and the older man whose cock already wilted from a sudden orgasm upon entering your greedy ass, complied. They all worked to stimulate you completely beyond yourself.

As for me? I sat there, lost in the moment, seeing you as I never got to see you.

You were beautiful, possessed by the abandon of being the plaything for these three men. You were turned on, so much so that I had lost any pretense of detachment. My cock was rock-hard, and I stroked it, in counterpoint to the rhythm of your fucking. I felt the older man’s gaze, but I was too far gone to care. Your moans became full-throated cries of release, pushing me over the edge.


57) Brief Encounter

After a long shift, I looked forward to being gently rocked by the comforting motion of the train. Outside, the city sparkles against the evening gloom. This is my chance to share in the shards of life framed in the glimmering windows lining the tracks.

With a sudden jolt the train slows to a crawl.

Fuck. Typical.

Resigned to my fate, I take the chance to immerse myself in the stories shining back.

And then I see him, one hand leaning against the window. Street light coats his bare body in a golden haze. With his head thrown back, his hand moves in slow deliberate strokes. Even from here I can see the strength of his grip, arm taut as he slides back down his length.

His mouth opens as his fist reaches the tip of his cock, expertly twisting over the head. A sudden sweep back of his hand with hips thrusting forward in an seeming act of defiance against the dusky sky.

His movements become more deliberate, I sense the tightening of his grip. He stares out of the window and I follow his gaze. In the window opposite I see her, smiling. She is lost in the moment, her hands replying with her own soft rhythm.

Another jolt and the click clack motion pulls me further down the track. I’m left craning my neck, desperate to share their story a fraction longer. And yet all I am left with is the sweet burn of their after-image.


58) Cleaning Lady

As an anti-social science-student, I took on a ludicrous side job: cleaning toilets. Silently I go around like a shadow, armed with cloth and rolls of toilet paper. Once a customer has finished her business, I clean up as invisible as I can. Best for all of us I suppose.

Yesterday was quiet, yet something extraordinary happened. After my lunchbreak I found the washstand a mess and I quickly started wiping the porcelain and picking up paper towels. Suddenly I heard a sigh, like someone in distress. Startled I turned around and noticed one of the cabins was ajar. Peeking in I found a woman squatting on the toilet with her legs wide open. Her skirt was coiled up, revealing hold-ups and a bare-shaven glistering pussy. Holding the sanitary bin to balance herself with one hand, she pulled out a beaded necklace from in between her legs with the other.

Each time one of the shiny globules passed the sensitive edge of her pink vulva, she moaned. She was obviously near orgasm and unaware of her spectator. Proceeding to muffled cries, little droplets of her secret joy moistened her fingers, that by now were rubbing her clit frantically. She growled when she came, with a deep resonating sound. Confused and flushed I stumbled over to the mirrors. A few minutes later she came out as if nothing happened. In the split second our eyes met she smelled her fingers, blew me a kiss and paraded away with clicking heels.


59) Sadiq comes home

“I just got fucked,” Sadiq said as he entered the flat. “I’m going to shower.”
Camille said nothing, wondering who had had the pleasure of fucking her husband. It made her smile: he was attractive; people wanted him. It turned her on to know that her partner had lots of sex. Compersion felt good.

He’d left the bathroom door open. She could see him naked in the mirror, fussing around, getting out his favourite steel toy before entering the shower. “Horny bastard,” she thought. The water came on, and Camille left her desk. The idea of missing watching Sadiq pleasuring himself was too distracting. She entered the room silently and lent on the wall, regarding her husband, water running down his brown torso, eyes closed, cock held tight in one hand, the other pushing the curved metal dildo into his body. She had seen him like this many times before, knowing how much he loved being watched while masturbating. He had one foot up on the side of the bath, fucking his arse deeply. He leant back, mouth open, catching droplets of water as he moaned. His pace quickened, the hard steel pressing on his prostate. He held onto this moment as long as he could, right on the edge of his orgasm. His cock started leaking as he came. He pulled the toy out, leaving his arse gaping and stretched.

“You’re so hot when you fuck your hole like that,” Camille said. “Bring it here.”


60) Five O’Cock Shadow

Five O’Cock was happy hour when Kiera got to watch the shadow above her bed. She knew the shadow was of her lover and it was a game that they played. They always pretended the other wasn’t watching.

She always started lightly tracing her index finger around her outer labia. Once she felt herself start to moisten, she would trace her inner lips. Her kegels would squeeze as she watched Dave’s shadow cock get teased with his fingers, imagining they were hers. She wanted her tongue on his tip as she slowly started to trace her clit.

When Kiera couldn’t take the aching anymore, she got out her favorite dildo. It was made from one of those “Clone-a-Cock” kits found online. She watched dreamily, Dave stroking his cock in time to her thrusting her dildo in and out of her slick pussy. Since she knew he was watching, she made sure to put on a show, using her lover’s shadow as her own real life porn. Their thrusts and strokes mimicked each other.

As the sun went down, their climaxes peaked higher. Together they reached the point of no return. Kiera was the first to get dressed and head to the bathroom, while Dave snuck around front and pretended to just get home. They greeted each other as she came out of the bathroom, where they headed to the kitchen to make dinner together.


61) Stick Shift

As soon as I’d slammed it into the car adapter, my Hitachi buzzed, its motor no match for the Dodge Charger that David drove. He had no idea what he was in for.

I looked over my shoulder. No one in sight in both directions of this deserted desert highway that shimmered in the summer heat. Perfect.

In one swift motion, I spun to lean on the door. I perched my right foot near the stick shift and propped my left foot on his headrest. I flicked up my sun dress to reveal my pussy, already glistening in anticipation. I’d slipped off my panties at the last stop.

I grinned as his furtive looks and peripheral peeking showed I’d grabbed as much of his attention as he dared, pushing his muscle car to a comfy 70mph.

I slowly moved my vibrator toward my mound. On contact, its motor growled down in pitch. I tensed and drew a breath. The feeling even more exquisite with David’s dangerous gaze on me. I slid its buzzing head up and down my lips, making it slick.

I shifted the stick over my clit as David gripped his own. With my free hand, I pinched my nipple. Then, when David turned for a longer look, I teasingly sucked on my finger.

As the car engine and vibrator roared, I arched my back and my moan drowned out both as I came and came and came.


62) The Tutorial

Tara teased herself first; index fingers sliding up and down either side of her slit, circling – not touching – the hood of her clit. Gradually she spread and smeared a subtle sheen of arousal over her folds. She slipped one, then two curling fingers into herself, sliding them out and over her bud each time. Jay, rapt, almost copied her sigh, and light moan just from watching.

Jay’s cock strained in the confines of his clothing, but he couldn’t move. He could only watch as Tara built a wanton rhythm with her fingers, starting her hips bucking into her hand. Pleasure radiated from her, filling the room, building as her hands, her body undulated, quicker, arching herself higher as if offering herself up. To him? To some Goddess of Bliss.

Gasps and whimpers grew in volume and abandon, faster, wilder. Until she came – suddenly, with a shuddering cry, shaking on the border of violence, fingers buried deep and fluttering. And her face – the look on Tara’s face was rapture, utterly lost, and the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Jay had forgotten to breathe, only exhaling when she drew a deep, satisfied lungful and looked over at him with heavy-lidded eyes. Her fingers were still between her legs.

“Now you,” she said.

Jay found his earlier reticence gone like it had never existed. He was going to do anything it took to make her look like that again. As often as he could.

He’d never gotten his pants off faster.


63) Madam DeBouviour’s Tea House

In a darkened back room, a woman sits at ease, sipping tea in a large velvet armchair. At length a small window slides open to reveal a colossal, brute of a man. Stripped to the waist with muscles corded like rope, he stands statuesque; poised like a fighter.

Turning slowly, the hulk loosens his britches revealing a member like the thick trunk of a tree dangling between his legs. Tabitha’s breath catches and her hand involuntarily traces down her bodice to her thigh. Settling himself in his chair, the man grabs his steadily rising erection in a calloused hand. He slowly pistons up and down, focussed, working the shaft like a train building up steam.

Transfixed, Lady Tabitha slides a hand between the folds of her skirts; a hidden pocket there cleverly allowing direct access to her own aching sex. She quickly finds that slippery pearl and circles it, building up a rhythm before eventually matching the brute’s speed with her own. The man’s eyes glaze over and she watches mesmerised by his two engorged testicles, as they bounce and jiggle in a gloriously carnal dance beneath his pumping fist.

With a final guttural groan he comes, shooting sticky strands of white across his tattooed chest. In the dark, Lady Tabitha Caldwell of Chippington Downs writhes in the armchair, bucking against her hand into her own shattering orgasm. She rises, fixes her hair and exits.

Oh yes friends, there are many treats to be found in Madam DeBouviour’s Tea House.


64) Downward Dog

“Have a good day,” I said to the client’s back as she headed out. Carrie, the gorgeous studio owner, whisked her damp auburn curls over her shoulder. “Thank goodness we have an hour before our next class.” She closed the space between us, her blue eyes softening in a way I hadn’t seen before. “Wanna take a break with me?”

Carrie led us back to the room, enveloped with the smell of sweat and candles. She reclined back on my mat, easing her sticky yoga pants down her taut tanned legs. Nerves sizzled through me when she pulled me on top of her. I’d never kissed a woman but the expert flow of her mouth kept me at ease. I reached clumsily to touch her before I felt Carrie’s caress on my wrist.

“Sorry,” I said, jolting upright. “I should have—”

“Watch. Learn.” Carrie’s smile told me that she knew I was the novice and she the expert. She slid her hand between her legs, her clit slick with want as her fingers swirled the pink bud. My pussy clenched with every stroke, imagining it was my hand bringing her this ultimate pleasure. I sat still as she fondled furiously, wanting a taste but too mesmerized to move. Three fingers disappeared inside of her as she arched her back. Her juices soaked my mat and, without another thought, I licked the droplets like a puppy in heat. It was as close as I could get and all I needed.


65) Office Orgasms

His hands strained against the necktie binding his wrists to the chair. His penis tight within his trousers, desperate for release.

His eyes fixed hungrily on the woman torturing him from the sofa. One stocking-clad foot took purchase on the sofa arm, the other resting upon his thigh, agonisingly close to touching his erection, legs spread wide to reveal her glistening pussy.

With one hand she cupped her breast, firm nipple pinched between thumb and forefinger as she gently caressed it, circling it with her thumb. Biting her bottom lip, she never broke eye contact with him as she moaned through each breath.

He shuddered as his eyes drifted to her other hand as it continued to stroke between her thighs, two fingers tracing around her clitoris, teasing it and him by drawing out her pleasure, her groans growing with every touch.

Thomas moaned in reply, his voice quivering as he longed to touch her, to taste the heavenly nectar oozing from between her legs.

Her hips moved to meet her hand her body writhing as her movements quickened, becoming more desperate. Her fingers trembled, her breath became laboured, and she threw back her head, eyes closed tight.

She relinquished her nipple, sliding two fingers inside herself, back-arching, hips pressed against her hand as she thrust them in and out, hard and fast.

A joyous cry escaped her lips, the sound bringing him right to edge, almost causing him to cum alongside her.


66) Hunter in the Wildwood

First, my song; a captivating melody floating through the trees. Forget the doe you have been stalking, now there is a different quarry.

Quiet as the breeze, you drift towards the lake. Not a bough breaks, not a stem sways; you are very skilled.

Through reeds, you glimpse me. Long, slender limbs of alabaster; hair like pale honey, flowing down over naked shoulders. I recline on a large, smooth rock, a stone’s throw from your hiding place.

As you peep, delicate fingers lift one breast, tease a rose-pink nipple. My other hand slides lower, pulling your eyes after it to the secret cleft. You smile, hungrily, as I shift position, legs wider. Fingers tease, then slide inside. One, then two thrust and swirl.

You stare, entranced, as my head falls back, my hips push forwards. My song becomes guttural, needy, a desperate plea for relief. Your eyes are drawn inexorably to the flushed pink haven where my fingers dance.

Stealth forgotten, resistance gone, you break cover and splash across the shallow lake, slipping and staggering on the uneven objects, unseen underfoot underwater.

My head comes up, my mouth a perfect ‘O’, apparently noticing you for the first time. No chance to flee; our lips lock and I taste your last breath, drawing it greedily into me.

Finally, too late, you notice cold, inhuman eyes. My embrace tightens, your vision fades, and I pull you down with me, beneath the water, there to lie forever on the bed of bones below.


67) The Scientific Method

The experiment was starting. The Researcher opened up his laptop and quickly started the data recording. Viewed through the thermal camera, the Subject was a red body on a cool blue bed, but through her jeans, a hot white spot was burning through. She crossed her legs, pressing her thighs together, and the sensitive microphones picked up the rustling of fabric rubbing her clit and the shudder in her breath she couldn’t suppress. She squeezed tighter and tighter, and then with an unsatisfied gasp, jumped to her feet.

The Researcher zoomed in, close enough to count every stitch on her thighs. A droplet glistened in the seam of the Subject’s crotch, soaked through the denim. Note that. She popped open the button of her jeans, and the fly slowly zipped open. Exactly forty metal teeth snapping apart. The Experimenter counted every single click.

The Subjects fingers slipped below the waistband, hidden from view but still perfectly visible to the infrared camera. The fingers bent around, glowing question marks on the monitor screen, and then suddenly, vanished. The hand began to writhe, the fingers slipping in and out as the palm pressed down and traced heavy circles over the clit.

The heart rate monitor began to beat faster and faster, the oxygen levels spiked, hormones cascaded through the Subject’s body. Her body grew hotter and hotter until it was a blaze of light on the computer screens. The Researcher nodded with satisfaction. Time for phase two of the experiment.


40 Replies to “Smut Marathon 2020: Third voting round

  1. Yet another superb collection of stories. People’s imagination knows no bounds and I found it very difficult to choose. Good luck to all the authors and I am waiting in anticipation for your next musings.

  2. A lot of arched backs in this round.
    20 REAR WINDOW – Editorial nightmare. Therefore I give myself one point.
    23 BALCONY SCENE – Lovely lockdown story. Point deserved.
    40 INVITATION TO A DANCE – Wondering if the writer was inspired by the same Hitchcock film I used for my story. Point given.
    47 HOT MAN SLUTS – If I make it to 73, I might be just like Geraldine. Point earned.

    1. Give #4 a break…I had to look up “bateria,” too. But it IS a word and it makes total sense in the context of the story. It does not appear to be a typo for bacteria.

  3. Some outstanding entries this round. Wish there were more than 5 votes allowed!

    2 Loved that he collected the panties. Good story.
    3 Not sure if this is a dystopian or utopian world, LOL. CA-CHUNK!
    4 Backstory takes up soooo much of the words until the masturbation begins. Honestly not sure if that much waiting was good or not, for me.
    7 Good workup! I think the ending lost just a tiny bit from the final “with” clause? You don’t have to tell us her intent at that point, and ending with the shirt image is pretty strong.
    9 Loved this one. Totally in her head all the way.
    10 Her beard quip was awesome. Great first line, right into it.
    12 Good descriptions of all, but the ending feels incomplete, to me.
    29 From title to climax, this was impressive.
    33 Good story but the last line is the pièce de résistance.
    34 Peaked instead of piqued right off honestly killed the mood for a moment. ☹
    35 Now THAT’S awkward. Great story.
    37 STOP PEEKING IN MY BEDROOM! Lol
    38 Nice little vignette!
    39 TBH, with the Master part in play, I didn’t really believe this story, her peeking in and him not being angry?
    45 Great story.
    46 Nicely done, and great last line! Tiny thing bugged me on a very technical sense – a soaking clit.
    47 Hilarious in all respects. Well done!
    49 Not that into dom/sub stories overall but this was well told.
    50 Naughty!! Great story.
    51 Glad I don’t have roommates anymore!
    58 Lovely last paragraph!
    66 Fantastic denouement!

  4. I liked #4, but there wasn’t much of the prompt in the short story.

    #6 followed the prompt, was well-written and sexy

    #8 sexy and fun to imagine

    #9 I liked it, but not the term “shaking violently”. That pulled me from the story.

    #13 was sexy and original

    #26 was good–not my style, but still fun to read.

    #27 was a great start–I wanted more to read!

    #40 felt like reading poetry. Lovely. Sexy.

    #57 was great–true peeping Tom!

  5. Clearly this proved to be a difficult round. The increased word limit left many open to spelling and punctuation errors, and saw an uptick in dubious syntactical and formatting choices which made several stories hard to follow. Also even with a still fairly meagre 200 words some stories managed somehow to be overwritten. I’d urge all writers to focus on technical rigor and economy going forward.

    However, this round also saw some of the sexiest and most technically proficient work yet. And so, without further ado, the stories that won my votes:

    13) 60-SECOND SHOW

    As ever, stuff with a strong D/s dynamic automatically gets into my good books. I just love the pairing of adjective and verb in “gently instructs” and the effortlessly sprinkled details that get tossed in throughout such as the throwaway reference to the handcuffs, which tells oh so much with so very little.

    30) CORA’S KITTEN

    This is, hands down, the hottest story, and as such it brought about the most marked… umm… “physical response” of the round. Every word of this is a masterclass in getting the reader hot under the collar. That shy blush, those toes curling into the bed. Such beautiful imagery. And of course, the five sexiest words I think I’ve ever read: *That’s my lip to bite*. UNF.

    49) THE LESSON

    Again, a wonderful Master/slave dynamic. One of the strongest openings to a story AND descriptions of the Perfect Dom™ that I’ve read in a long time. And as for the pet name “small one” I shall definitely be using that. Somehow so different from “little one”, less affection, warmth, smiling condescension, this is all about contempt and degradation and I am Here. For. It.

    50) NIGHT ON THE TILES

    This one hooked me from the off. A fun, vivacious opening segueing straight into our lead female being deprived of her panties in a public place. What’s not to like? I just love the febrile, urgent grubbiness of this union juxtaposed with the restrained politeness of their dialogue and the opulent surrounds conjured. Top marks.

    The other stories on my shortlist:

    6) IN THE MIRROR

    Love the way she toys with her increasingly flustered man. Would love to know more about their dynamic, but that’s not a criticism.

    26) OBSERVATION

    I love the contrast of the poor nameless subject’s wanton corruption with Massey’s matter-of-fact demeanour. Intoxicating.

    27) BETWEEN SILK AND SILK

    I’m a total sucker for WLW, and these W really L the hell out of W. Gorgeous parting shot too, the icing on the cake.

    36) A DAFFODIL IN SPRING

    Beautiful descriptive language here, and I love the reveal of the ‘double self-love’ element. Not the only story to do it, but certainly the best.

    57) BRIEF ENCOUNTER

    Again, not the only story to employ the ‘observed whilst observing’ trope, but the striking imagery here really elevates this above the rest.

    And a few of the ones I wasn’t so taken with:

    1) FORBIDDEN BY WICKED SISTERS

    This piece was admirably original, and don’t get me wrong slash fic between Macbeth and Banquo’s ghost is a hot concept, but I didn’t understand the Weird Sisters’ role in the scene, and I badly wanted to given they’re afforded such prominence in the title. Also the language comes across as something of a chimerical mash-up of archaic and modern, and I would dearly have loved it to lean fully into either Shakespearean or contemporary parlance, both of which would have served the piece beautifully and assuaged the feeling of being buffeted between two worlds when all I really wanted was to enjoy some hot, gay, mind-corrupting medieval necrophilia.

    4) APRIL 25, 2020

    Not going to lie. Anyone who used any version of social distancing or other pandemic-related set-up as the jumping off point for their story was going to have to try really hard to get me on side. Because it was done a lot, and it’s the last thing I want to be reading about right now. This piece grated for several reasons: 1) the timescale is off (if you were still dancing in the streets as late as five days ago that’s a *problem*), 2) it conflates viruses and bacteria and 3) it misspells bacteria. But these are all petty gripes. My main issue is one that cropped up again and again this round, and that is that this story spends hardly *any* time describing the sight of someone masturbating, and therefore, frankly, fails to deliver on the brief.

    48) THE CUM BUCKET

    Such a promising title. And in fairness, this is a potentially hot scene, but the language is so staccato and perfunctory it never really allows the reader to ease into it. Too many (nearly all) sentences begin with the characters’ names or pronouns, which quickly becomes repetitive, and though we’re given lots of information about who these people are and where they are, we aren’t really told the first thing about them, or given any interesting descriptors of their environment. It’s all very cursory and clinical, which kills the mood before it’s even had a chance to be kindled. A shame as I wanted to get to know this couple, but got the feeling the author didn’t care enough about them to let me do it.

    That’s all my feedback for this round. This was definitely the most mixed batch of entries but within that there was some absolutely stonking work, and some strikingly imaginative premises even from the less polished pieces. Bearing in mind that some excellent writers have now started to be culled, I would like to see the remaining players really rising to the challenge of each assignment, and being both scrupulous and consistent about the technical aspects of their work. And of course, I’ll strive to do likewise.

    All the best for Round 4!

    1. I retract one of my five issues with #4. The term bateria is a perfectly valid word and works well in context, but while I’m willing to give the author the benefit of the doubt I’m not entirely convinced it isn’t a sly bit of wordplay, in which case my conflation gripe still stands.

  6. My short list is long again. Good jobs especially to: 6, 10, 12, 13, 17, 18, 29, 31, 35, 41, 42, 47, 48, 51, 54, 56, 58, 61, 62.

    From there I ultimately chose

    10) “eat her like a peach” – NICE.
    12) Love what you do with description. I could see this easily.
    13) I was torn; I was uncomfortable with the woman in bondage, but I gotta admit this was hot.
    18) Easily the hottest quarantine porn.
    29) Stalagmite porn. Now THAT is different. You win for most creative. Bravo, inkmate.
    42) Love the twist on this one. I’ve seen a few ghost erotica stories but I think this is my favorite. Playful, funny, and a nice view of the afterlife.
    47) I like seeing these stories of senior pleasure. I hope this trend continues.
    48) Loved the line “I hate men who waste cum.”
    56) I love when the women are the ones getting pleasured by multiple men, but since the husband wasn’t into it in the beginning, I felt sad for him. By the end I felt he was compensating.

    It pained me to cut this list down. I could have easily selected ten. But I ultimately voted for 13, 18, 29, and 42. Good luck to all in the next round!

  7. This is an excerpt of my complete feedback. The entirety can be found at brigitdelaney.com.

    “Hunter in the Wildwood” became a top pick as soon as I read it, which is something, considering it was second to last in the line-up. It is well-written unique, erotic, and hints at a world outside of itself, a larger story. In such a short space, it’s difficult to create a connection with all the characters, though not impossible. I didn’t connect with the man, but the narrator comes across clearly. We get a sense of her motives and needs. The title makes sense, and the piece feels complete…from “first” to “finally.” Also, the pacing is good, the second person narrative pulls the reader right into the story, like a character. Nowhere does it feel rushed for the sake of a word count. This ended up being number #2 in my list.

    #1 was “April 25, 2020”

    My only complaint with this one, and with others in this collection, was that the quarantine and health situation was assumed to be understood by the reader. These stories will be confusing to an audience years from now, because the situation will not be automatically recognized. Even with the date in the title, it may take some research for a future reader to figure out the setting is during the Corona Virus pandemic.

    That aside, however, this story is beautiful…sparse in ways, nearly poetic in places. The opening line is a wonderful hook, and the scene is set right away. I, as the reader, can place myself, and create a mental picture of the place. I also liked the tension created by the posters.

    I did question how the pane of glass could be a second skin, though it does create a compelling, if confusing, image (at least for me).

    The story definitely made me feel the longing of the characters.

    I chose it over “Hunter…” because it felt more real to me, and the emotional pull was more insistent. I could feel the characters’ desire, where “Hunter…” felt more cold, even though that was probably intentional.

    #3 was “Working to a Deadline,” another that did brilliant things with tension. The opening line is an immediate hook. I wanted to know what “this” was, so I kept reading with anticipation for the promised description.

    There is a good blend of description and dialogue, and the present tense makes the action more imperative. Deadlines make me nervous, and that is exactly what this story did for me. So, I’d say it was successful in its intent. (Though, I very much dislike the turn of phrase…”beats her meat,” I looked past it as it seemed to fit the voice of the narrator.)

    What would have been my #4: “Piano Duet in A” (sorry…I couldn’t find the correct character in my character map to complete that title) – I do have questions in this piece…such as why they title? But, I’m not a musician, so maybe I’m missing some imperative little piece that would pull it all together if I knew. Even without fully understanding the connection of the title, I do like the story, especially for the little specific details that create a moving picture in my mind. The sounds…the tattoos…the movements of her elbows… And the simple and open-ended last line leaves the door ajar for a story outside of this one.

    The story isn’t necessarily unique, which is something that cut so many of this round’s entries off of my list. But this one is more than just one person watching another for the sake of watching.

    The reason I had to cut it from my list? This is told from the perspective of the one being watched, which, technically goes against the prompt. Dammit. As much as I hope he sees the scene she has orchestrated, there is no telling his vision from through that keyhole.

    So, “Dirty Laundry” became my #4. It isn’t necessarily unique, either. But, pulled me right in and turned me on. The description of this big, wooly man masturbating with her panties and body wash, and fucking his ass with his fingers…yep…that hit the spot! And the final line sent it right on home with a little mischievous humor, pulling it all together.

    My fifth choice was initially my first: “On Call.” I liked this one because it was a real story. There were characters with backstories and motivations. They were deeply human, and therefore easy to connect with. Plus, I felt this was a very unique take on the prompt. It moved down my list, because, upon closer inspection and scrutiny, I didn’t find it particularly erotic.

    Number 6, “Observation,” similarly to number 5, moved down my list because, although it was unique and intriguing, I didn’t find it particularly erotic.

    “Subterranean Rock Cock Blues” was my 7th choice. Though I dislike the title (how is this about the blues?), and even though it kind of made me uncomfortable…I found it aroused me, anyway (gasp!). Plus, it definitely stood out among the other entries, so I give this writer kudos for taking us places that many of us maybe wouldn’t have gone on our own.

    My eighth and ninth choices were “the funny ones.” Humor can definitely help a piece stand out in the crowd, but the reason these ones didn’t end up higher on my list, is because I didn’t find them particularly erotic. “Home Early” and “Hot Man Sluts” were good stories that simply made me laugh.

    I had a few final choices that sort of hung out in the periphery, but I finally ended up going with “Best ride ever.” I felt it moved too quickly and didn’t give enough build up…she just hopped in the car and started wanking. It would have been better if the woman’s character were exposed a bit more and she’d taken a little time to warm the driver up. But the narrator was a likable character, and his voice came through despite the shallowness of the girl in the back.

    #1 “Forbidden by Wicked Sisters” – The language seem overdone to the point of contortion here…also, why are the narrator’s fingers forbidden? Wouldn’t it make more sense that what they do is forbidden?

    #3 “Welcome to the Machine” – This seems like a really interesting idea, but it’s not described in enough detail. What IS the machine? Why are they all naked? What are the rules? I have too many questions.

    #8 “The Working Girl” – I like how the opening and closing lines bookend the piece.

    #13 “60-Second Show” – The countdown creates movement and momentum (tension).

    #17 “Peeping Tom’s Surprise Show” – You lost me at MILF. It’s a clunky term, and even though it fits with the voice of this rather unlikable character, I couldn’t get past it.

    #18 “Voyeur See, Voyeur Do” – It is a cute idea, but it lacked detail and description. It felt more like a retelling of a story, rather than the story itself.

    #20 “Rear Window” – Excellent use of dialogue to tell a story.

    #36 “A Daffodil in Spring” – The prose seems a bit purple with this one, though it may fit the voice of the narrator. I couldn’t figure out if the voyeur was behind the mirror? Maybe I’m daft, to not just “know” that, but I didn’t feel it was intuitive. I liked how her name fit the flower theme…but an amaryllis is a lily not a daffodil, so shouldn’t it be “A Lily in Spring”?

    #41 “Cherry Blossom Road” – Great last line. Powerful endings leave a reader with something to hang on to.

    #42 and #44 kind of gave me the creeps… fucking the ghost of an overdose victim or catching my mom in the act? Not so sexy.

    #50 – Good hook…had potential and then sped through things and fizzled out with a rather lackluster ending.

    #56 – Great first line! But, it seemed so sad. I couldn’t figure out if he was angry, depressed, aroused, or all three as he watched his wife get fucked by these three men. Maybe the juxtaposition of these emotions should have been played up a bit more to make the story (and the character) more complex?

    #57 – Not a bad story…well-written…but I’m left feeling like so much was left out…that you sped through and cut all the description that would have made this a sexier tale.

    #58 – This felt more like an anecdote – the retelling of a story, rather than the story itself.

    #61 – Good setting and good set-up, but it fizzles from there. This could have been a very hot ride, but there needs to be interaction between these characters. What is this doing to him?

    #64 – Moves too fast to be believable.

    If I didn’t cover your story, but you’d still like feedback.. or if you have questions, please contact me!

    1. Thank you for your vote (again!), Brigit! And your feedback too – yes, I had my own doubts about the title but once I had ‘Subterranean Rock Cock’, I was never going to be able to resist the ‘Blues’; I figured that if Dylan could get away with it, so could I! (and I’m not sure that ‘Subterranean Homesick Blues’ is much more about the blues than my piece…)

      Jacques x

  8. 6) IN THE MIRROR-I enjoyed the pacing and some of the language in this piece, but found myself distracted by some of the descriptors (eg, ‘glistening wet core’).

    8) THE WORKING GIRL
    Not really understanding while the viewer feels he should be enraged?
    Otherwise, I like the flow and very vivid imagery of this piece!

    50) NIGHT ON THE TILES
    I love the first paragraph!

    I thought #9 and #67 were both very creative and well executed!

  9. 1-I’m really impressed with what you were trying to here. Your language is beautiful, but some of your imagery doesn’t work for me.
    9- You really captured the voyeur vibe here without being creepy. I enjoyed the wonderings of the nurse a lot! Great job!
    18- Ha! Great idea for this! At first I thought it was a bit creepy that he was jerking off to her right there, but you pulled it together quite nicely!
    21- very nice twist on this! I love the idea of watching oneself in the mirror. It completely takes any possible creepiness out of the situation!
    22- I really liked this one! It was fun and had a couple layers of voyeurism. I love how you brought it all together at the end, too!
    26- I loved this twist on the prompts! Taking the scifi twist was so refreshing. Great job!
    32- this was exceptionally good writing. I didn’t even think about the prompt until I was finished and thinking back on the story. Nice work!
    33- Love the end of this!
    36- This was interesting, but the shift in perspective at the end threw me.
    39- Haha! I love the twist at the end of this!
    46- I like the premise of this! Very hot concept!
    47- HAHAHHAHAA HAHHAHAH HAHAHAHA I will still be laughing about this one for weeks. Great job!
    66- this was fantastic!!! Definitely my favorite this round!

  10. All of the stories were great. Some stood out in a more positive manner than others.

    #2 the description and plot stood proud for me. Was certainly a perfect office scene.
    #9 I really enjoyed how this one flowed
    #10 Definitely had all the requirements with an added bonus for an ending
    #65 I absolutely loved the build up to a joyous ending.

    I have a hard time giving criticism to other writers of smut, because everyone has their own “kink”. So I’m not giving any negative remarks towards anyone’s writing. I am glad nobody is getting kicked out this round. We can all move forward to the next challenge.

  11. 1) I was intrigued by this one because I love to read/see/know about a man masturbating. However, this one felt too descriptive. There were a lot of metaphors used, and there were a few sentences that I had to not overthink to be able to wrap my head around. Otherwise, I think it is a great start with a lot of potential.

    2) I found this to be a very hot premise, as I definitely have a fantasy of playing in public. Though there is nothing that really says this is in public other than “usual meeting.” I would have loved to know the setting of this scene (cafe, office, home kitchen, etc), but I understand not having enough words.

    3) This one was a fun setting. I interpreted it as kind of a real lfe chat roullette. I would have liked to see this story broken into prargraphs, rather than one big chunk.

    4) This story and it’s bare streets kind of reminded me of today, with all of the shelter in place orders. I found this to be an interesting setting, with glass as a barrier. I am curious though, did the door get shut after the visitor entered, or did it stay open for passerbys to see? :p

    5) This was a great example of being able to maintain social distance and have fun at the same time.

    6) I found this one very hot. I always love watching my boyfriend through the mirror while I am brushing my teeth.

    7) This one was one of my favorites. At first I thought the two were roommates and it brought me back to the times I fantasized about my roommate in the past. I found this sory very hot, and something to relate to.

    9) There was something very naughty and so hot about this one. I always love stories about sex and masturbation in places that you just shouldn’t. A hospital is number one.

    52) Ooof, I loved this one! I love the idea of walking in and catching a glimpse of someone in the shower. It is just so naughty.

    56) I have always loved watching gang bangs in porn. There was just something about the idea of so many dicks at once that always turned me on. Whether there was one for each hole or they all took turns, I loved them. This was a great story.

    67) I like the setting of this one. I wish there were more sexuality studies out there to document these kinds of things. I would love to sign up to be tested/observed with the technology we have today.

  12. Firstly, titles… I scroll straight down to the title listing, in the survey section, and read the titles, imagining which would be the first that I would turn to if I saw them listed in the contents page of an anthology…

    So many appear generic (‘The Gang-Bang’, ‘Office Orgasms’, ‘Brief Encounter’) and, surely, have been used for stories before (wasn’t there a ‘Lessons in Love’ in Round 2?). Then there’s those that just seem to summarise the assignment brief – ‘Voyeur Indulgence’, ‘Watching Her’, ‘Observation’).

    Of course some of these might turn out to be titles with a clever double-meaning when I come to read the stories, but, right now, I’m looking for the titles that hook me in and make me want to turn to these stories first; in order, these are:

    31. Piano Duet in A♭,
    2. Welcome to the Machine,
    67. The Scientific Method,
    63. Madam DeBouviour’s Tea House,
    42. A Haunting Experience.

    All of these suggest to me that the stories might have that something extra to them, something more than the basics of one person spying on someone else wanking. ‘A Haunting Experience’ gets on the list because I’m a sucker for a sexy ghost story. (Oh, and I’d put my own story on the priority list too; I had reservations that ‘Subterranean Rock Cock Blues’ was, perhaps, more corny than horny, but I couldn’t resist it.)

    So, I’m going to start my reading with those whose titles have called out to me… will they live up to my hopes?

    *31. Piano Duet in A♭ – Well, I was about to congratulate myself on my instinct; this is a wonderful story! It’s sexy, subtle, and it’s a proper story that fully meets the brief. The writing is excellent, some lovely touches (‘a conductor’s baton coaxing a crescendo from my squeaky mattress’). But, hang on! How does the title relate to the story? The title lured me in, but I feel a bit cheated, even though I love the story.

    2. Welcome to the Machine – It’s an imaginative interpretation of the assignment. And, this time, the story and title definitely fit! But I’m alienated by the solid block of text, without paragraph breaks. Also, the differentiation of the women as ‘blonde, redhead, brunette’ makes them into caricatures, rather than real characters.

    67. The Scientific Method – I like the idea, the suggestion of the title is realised and the assignment brief well met. There’s some untidiness it the writing that gives an impression of it being written in haste and needing some more time for editing, perhaps. For example, the first sentence is superfluous; there are word choices that I think miss the mark; ‘The Researcher’ becomes ‘The Experimenter’; things that didn’t ring true (‘the droplet glistened in the seam of the Subject’s crotch’).

    63. Madam DeBouviour’s Tea House – It’s a very erotic scenario, imaginatively capturing the requirements of the assignment – a genteel peep-show for ‘ladies’. I think some of the similes could be stronger (‘a member like the thick trunk of a tree dangling between his legs’; ‘working the shaft like a train building up steam’).

    *42. A Haunting Experience – Although a very different scenario, the structure of this story is uncannily like my own (Number 29), particularly the single spoken line revealing the unexpected awareness of woman of being watched! Even the voice of the voyeur is similar. So, that means that I like it and I’m critical of it for the same reasons that I like and am critical of my own piece – we’ve both used up a lot of word count on setting the scene and introducing the characters, leaving little space for the sex action. But ‘Get over here and ghost fuck me’ is a great last line!

    Ok, so those were the ones that called to me the loudest. 31 looks like a strong contender for a vote; 42 is in the running; the others, probably not.

    Then, reading the next batch of titles that catch my attention (35, 41, 64, 66, 4, 15, 36, 20, 30, in that order), I add two more stories to my shortlist – 66 Hunter in the Wildwood and 36 A Daffodil in Spring.

    Finally, reading through the rest, from the top, I end of with a shortlist of 12 stories (13, 23, 26, 26, 29, 31, 32, 36, 42, 47, 57, & 66).

    So, my first vote goes to… 23. Balcony Scene – Ooh, this made me do some thinking! My initial response, to the opening paragraph, already feeling less than favourably disposed to the slew of ‘quarantine stories’ in this round, was, ‘This is in bad taste’, and, amidst ‘cries of mourning and the smell of death’, how is this going to be erotic?’. But actually it’s beautiful and the last sentence captures that sense of erotic melancholy perfectly. I like this a lot.

    My second vote goes to… 31. Piano Duet in A♭ (see comments above)

    My third vote goes to… 29. Subterranean Rock Cock Blues (my own story) – I didn’t vote for my own story in the last round but, this time, I feel entitled to do so – it might be arrogance but I honestly do not think that there are five better stories.

    My fourth vote goes to… 42. A Haunting Experience (see comments above)

    And my final vote goes to… 28. The Perfect Exchange – This is so nicely paced and it is so believable as a real encounter. There’s no literary flourish to it, but it’s well-written and sexy enough not to need anything more. I’d love to watch ‘Part 2’!

    (I have notes on all the stories, which I’ll post on my – currently empty! – blog shortly…)

    Jacques x

  13. 10 pts – #57 Brief Encounter – I could feel the rhythm of the steel wheels on track and even see the shadows passing here. The description was gorgeous and left just vague enough for gestalt to fill in anything I needed.

    9 pts – #42 A Haunting Experience – The humor in the opening paragraph grabbed me and wouldn’t let go.

    8 pts – #9 On Call – I really like the role reversal here as usually it is the uniformed person, in this case the nurse, being fantasized about. This piece turned that completely around and took it in a direction that felt very realistic.

    7 pts – #3 Welcome to the Machine – I’m a big fan of odd sounds around my characters, and this one offers that. Something seemingly unconnected that gives them a beat. That I was listening to Pink Floyd while reading this was purely coincidental.

    6 pts – #66 Hunter in the Wildwood – I particularly like how vague the description begins. It opens feeling sensual but leaving it open to the interpretation of the reader.

    5 pts – #6 In the Mirror – The invitation at the end is what brought a smile for me. Not a huge “twist”, but I always am intrigued by that last cliff-hanger line suggesting the reader now needs to fill in what happens after we turn the camera off.

    4 pts – #13 60 Second Show – I like the countdown going on in the background as it adds rhythm and tension to this piece.

    3 pts – #56 The Gang-Bang – A very realistic recounting of the scene. I really enjoyed the specifics of the description.

    2 pts – #50 Night on Tiles – I could feel the cold of the tiles and the excitement between them on their date.

    Comment on some I didn’t vote for:
    #43 Lessons in Love – I love adding pop culture and 80s references to my work. This piece, however, with the title and the main character named Mark, sent my mind immediately to the band Level 42 (and vocalist/bassist Mark King) whose biggest hit was “Lessons in Love”. A good reference, yes, but much too obvious.

  14. The stories I enjoyed most in round three were the ones where the voyeur was unseen. Quite a few stories had a voyeur who was discovered in the last sentence. I don’t think this was necessary and rather spoilt it for me. A few stories had the characters openly masturbating in full view of each other and for me this wasn’t voyeurism. Though I know the word is open to a variety of meanings I prefer to think of a voyeur as a ‘peeper’.

    I discounted two stories, as they had real characters and the rules state use only fictional characters. Which was a pity because I greatly enjoyed Story 15, Parisian Paraphalia (Henri Toulouse-Lautrec) and appreciated the imagination and wordplay in Story 1, Forbidden by Wicked Sisters (Macbeth and Lady Macbeth ) Story 44, Parental Lesson, was a supremely well written story of a man watching his mother masturbate. It was poignant and moving but unfortunately I did not find it erotic.

    Dirty Laundry This was a very well written steamy shower scene. It had humour as well as excellent masturbation and a wonderful moment of anal insertion. Not only is Maria a voyeur but she also discovers that Andre is the one who steals her soap, her body wash and her panties. A great last line. 10 points

    Brief Encounter The train stops and the hero watches ‘the stories shining back’. He spies a man masturbating. ‘Street light coats his bare body in a golden haze.’ And then a woman. The tension mounts but the train click-clacks away leaving him with the ‘sweet burn of the after image.’ Seriously good writing. I felt as if I were in an Edward Hopper painting. 9 Points

    Madame DeBouviour’s Teahouse I love the image of refined Lady Tabitha sitting in a tea house, sipping tea, while watching a hulk of a man masturbating. I also like the way she is just Tabitha to start and gradually we learn her full name in the time it takes for her to find her slippery pearl and for the brute to release his ‘sticky strands’ from his bouncing and jiggling testicles. Secret pockets and sliding hatches – wonderful. 8 Points

    Self-Isolation A little distraction from her lap top. I enjoyed the Rear Window vibe here, as she scans the flats around her, ‘creating fantasy worlds for me to inhabit.’ I love the way she imagines his cum over her tits. 7 Points

    Working Late Very effective description of time and place. Harriet is silhouetted against the night sky as she masturbates. What I particularly liked was the glass wall of her office which stopped her sounds from being heard by Max. He can’t see exactly what she is doing. It is like a mime. We share his frustrations, the need to share his erection with her. A scream is finally heard. But it is muffled and no less powerful for that. 6 Points

    On Call This splendid sentence won me over completely. ‘ She watched the light reflected in his simple gold band bounce like a metronome across dark, rigid flesh.’ And as she watched she thought about all the things that could be turning him on. 5 Points

    Cleaning Lady I loved the character of the cleaning lady. An anti-social science student. She goes around like a shadow. The masturbation is well described. Like a magician, the women in the cubicle pulls out a string of shiny globules from her bare-shaven glistering pussy. 4 Points

    Piano Duet Ab She knows he’s there. She hears his zip open ‘Does he know that?’ This was a great opening to this superb story and the imaginative use of thoughts and words continued all the way through to the end. ‘My breasts softer than his footsteps.’ was wonderful. She puts on a show for the one behind the keyhole. Is he really there or has she imagined him? This all adds to the frisson. 3 Points

    The Warm Up An excellent description of masturbation in a shower. ‘My pussy weeps in reply.’ described her mounting excitement so well. 2 Points.

  15. 1) Best line: “Macbeth feeds himself his juices like a final, cursed communion.”
    I admire what I think this writer was trying to do, but perhaps they tried too hard. There’s lots of description, some of which works (“knotted stomach”) but much of which either obscures eroticism (“abundant foreskin”, “fecund groin”) or just feels wrong (“Triangulating neck muscles”?). I love the idea of Macbeth masturbating before the dirty deed; it might have worked for me if the writing was less purple than Macbeth’s “full knob”.

    2) Best line: “The sight of the stoic, aroused, tips me over the edge…”
    This has anonymous but recognisable characters in a stock situation, which is a good idea in such short fiction because it leaves more of the limited word count to concentrate on description. But if you’re going to do that, it helps to have something in the plot or writing which sets the story apart. This story doesn’t. I also struggled to picture an arrangement of people and furniture where he can see her cunt but anyone looking in would only see them holding a meeting. This is competent porn and I was turned on by it, but the story doesn’t rise above the pack enough to win a vote.

    3) Best line: “The warm press of flesh calls to me.”
    I love the concept, and it would suit a longer story where its purpose can be explored: I was left wondering why people were being separated by glass when their naked bodies were pressing against each other before they entered their cubicles.
    Writing the story as one continuous paragraph lent appropriate urgency to parts, but it might have been better to start that format after the first ca-chunk and end it after the penultimate one, separating arrival and departure from the urgency of masturbation. As written, everything becomes urgent and so the need for release is no more urgent than the need to shower and dress afterwards.

    4) Best line: “We knew we shouldn’t, but we did.”
    I’ve only read four stories and I already know I’ll be voting for this one. I’m much better at understanding why a story doesn’t work for me than why it does; this one works and I don’t know if I can explain why. I’ll try: it’s simple, but sincere; there’s palpable sexual tension; it doesn’t waste words telling me who these people are but gives me just enough background and enough emotion to let me connect with them.

    5) Best line: “I can control what happens, her realization makes her gasp.”
    I liked the story as an idea but the writing doesn’t flow, and without flow I’m not swept away. It might have benefited from more editing, because the number of grammatical errors was a significant barrier to its flow; I had to keep correcting and interpreting sentences in my head.

    6) Best line: “Trembling fingers danced faster, the cresting wave stealing her breath.”
    This starts with a number of “He…”, “She…”, declarative sentences which don’t draw me in to the story. It improves as it goes on, but the opening has already prejudiced me against it and it would need to work twice as hard to win me over; it never does. There are too many cliches and not enough individual personality in the characters to make it stand out from 60+ other stories.

    7) Best line: “…her glorious body shone with the soft light of the sun from the window …”
    I need more than a sex scene to draw me into a story, and I don’t get it here. I don’t learn anything about the characters beyond simple physical descriptions, so, like Viola, I don’t understand why Ruby didn’t just ask. Fewer words spent on descriptions and a few more on set-up/motivation might have lifted this.

    8) Best line: “Fuck, my jeans feel too tight.”
    I liked this story as I read it, although it left me confused at the end, which is not how I want to feel when I finish a smutty story. I might have benefited from some explanation of the set-up and more consistency in the scene. Are they the only two people working in these cubicles? How does she hold his stare and not meet his eyes? What wall traps him? (Is he standing in her cubicle?!) Has he been watching her masturbate for 42 days, and has she only just noticed him today? There are some details that elevate the story (the coffee giving a hint of character; the tightening jeans doing a nice job of showing without telling; the imagination of the watcher illustrating his desire) but they’re not enough to counter the central problem, which is a competent sex scene confounded by an incongruous scenario.

    9) Best line: “She watched the light reflected in his simple gold band bounce like a metronome across dark, rigid flesh.”
    This is a great idea for a story, competently written with a good balance between what Alice sees in reality and what she sees in her imagination, but I won’t vote for it on irritatingly pedantic grounds: What if he’s gay, Alice? Also, “perverse” means ‘obstinately unreasonable’; I didn’t appreciate the phrase “further into depravity”, which suggests either sex or tattoos are depraved; and Alice’s “overwhelming arousal” didn’t strike me as believable when she’s dead on her feet. And while I like the writing in the line I highlighted as best, I do wonder where the gold band was for light to reflect off it, because the patient was wanking under a blanket. Overall, a good idea spoiled by inconsistencies.

    10) Best line: “I wanted to fuck Katy Johnston more than I wanted my next breath.”
    Another interesting idea, that grabbed me in the first line. It felt a little unrealistic—as some of the best fantasies are—and it skirted the edges of fulfilling the voyeurism brief, with little masturbation before the voyeur got actively involved, but it works as a story. Unfortunately I’m never going to vote for a story that uses the words “honey hole”.

    11) Best line: “…slow, languorous strokes starting with her palm cupping herself, a sinuous draw upwards… ” (with an honourable mention to “Giant Purple People Pleaser”)
    I love the idea, the story is well written, and it only doesn’t get a vote because there were others I enjoyed more or which had more/better visual descriptions.

    12) Best line: “He gives me a knowing smirk as he pushes his jeans down past his taut derriere.”
    Very evocative descriptions, some of which help to sketch character, although I don’t know what he had in his pockets for his jeans to make a heavy thud when they hit the floor. As a story, it lacked two important things: a context and a climax.

    13) Best line: “Finally I see her surrender to our scrutiny, her desperate need for release overcoming her embarrassment.”
    This pressed all the right buttons and achieved lift off. It has just enough detail—shown as much as told—to allow the reader to discover context and character, turning a simple sex scene into a story. That, combined with the sparing but pertinent visual descriptions, masterfully recreates the sexual tension in the room. I wanted to vote for this one twice.

    14) Best line: “She speaks in a low, but audible voice so that her audience is sure to hear.”
    This is a competent narrative, but it doesn’t go any further than that. There are too many simple, declarative sentences for it to flow as a story rather than a list of actions, and I neither recognise the characters as archetypes nor learn anything about them as people, so I’m not invested in their relationships and orgasms.

    15) Best line: “…her labia glistened in the sunlight seeping through the net curtains.”
    A mostly well-written, interesting scene that managed to paint a picture; using a familiar character and setting helped a great deal with that.
    I stumbled over “Plunging them…”, because ‘they’ were presumably her fingers, but there was a sentence about her hand and breast inserted between the noun (fingers) and the pronoun (they), so that ‘they’ became her hand and her breast together. A final read through (aloud) might have picked that up.
    I would have preferred the story broken up into paragraphs, because it didn’t have enough urgency to justify a continuous stream of text, and the word “teensy” felt pas comme il faut.

    16) Best line: “You’ve been watching from a distance for so long, you may as well see the best part.”
    An interesting idea let down by the writing, which I feel might be aiming for a voice or style which is not the author’s own and does not come naturally to them. Perhaps as a result, the story lacks emotional connection and borders on the clinical at times.

    17) Best line: “…her hand worked rhythmically like a percussionist tapping a drum to the beat of her desire.”
    I liked the fact that the observer could only infer masturbation from what they were seeing, because engaging the reader’s imagination can often create more eroticism than explicit description. Having said that, I can—like the observer—wonder what she was thinking about as she pussy-petted with gusto, but I would have preferred to know what he (?) imagined she might be thinking about; it would have told me a little about him as a character.
    I don’t follow many writing rules, but the one about not using exclamation marks outside of dialogue is worth observing. Let the words create emotion, not the punctuation.

    18) Best line: “The contrast against her slick bronzed skin caused a familiar twitch beneath my balls.”
    The ‘love’ triangle was an interesting idea, the story was reasonably well written, but I didn’t connect to these three strangers any more than they connected with each other. I’m not sure it would have been possible to get that connection in the word limit, so this might be an idea better suited to a longer story.

    19) Best line: “…massaging his thick shaft, dragging his foreskin back pumping, harder and faster.”
    This had issues with paragraphing and punctuation which made some sentences difficult to parse (e.g. single quotes around dialogue which contains apostrophes). Cleaned up—like Adam—it might make a good opening to an interesting story, but as it is, it has too much background and not enough description to paint an enticing picture.

    20) Best line: “I think I’ve ejaculated into the sansevieria.”
    The format was unexpected in light of the brief, and a little risky; I don’t think the risk paid off. I can enjoy stories that are entirely dialogue, but only if that dialogue generates sexual tension between the people talking. In this case, there was sexual ease, which at least suggests a good relationship between the characters. I enjoyed the humour, but I would have enjoyed it more it had represented a release of tension. The descriptions were more declarative than evocative, which did nothing to draw me in to the story.

    21) Best line: “Eyes becoming heavier the more her body melts into the ecstasy she brings to it.”
    I would love the twist under other circumstance, but to my mind it invalidates the story: there is no voyeur.

    22) Best line: “My lower abdomen tenses with a telltale ache of urgency…”
    I like a twist ending, but this one seemed a little contrived, as though the story started with an ending. The rest of the story seems equally contrived—I didn’t understand what the job was—and while the descriptions are competently written it’s just not my kink. That means the author would have had to work harder to connect me to the characters, and I didn’t connect at all.

    23) Best line: “With the Gods off duty, Giulia and I have no choice but to worship life itself.”
    This is very good flash fiction, but in my opinion there’s too much death and not enough sex to make it a good Smut Marathon entry. I won’t vote for this story, but I’ll feel guilty about that, because in a different context I probably would.

    24) Best line: “…silky satin meeting labyrinthine lace in a classic bikini cut.”
    The writing in the opening paragraph was evocative enough for me to enjoy the story despite not knowing anything about the characters and their relationship, but… There’s a difference in my mind between an observer and a voyeur, and it’s the erotic tension created by the illicit nature of voyeurism that’s missing from this story, stolen by the ending.

    25) Best line: “…allowing the glass cock to remain as she tightened against it with each wave of her ending orgasm. ”
    This doesn’t open well, with a series of simple “He did…”, “She did…” sentences which create a flat, unengaging narrative. It improves a lot as it gets into the descriptive paragraphs, the scene felt realistic, and over all I got some sense of the characters’ relationship, but it was still just a well written sex scene rather than a story.

    26) Best line: “…its hips twitched and bucked against the air…”
    This is a good story, well written, and it might be very sexy, but it’s too far outside my comfort zone for me to form a reliable opinion. I will note that there isn’t a lot of description of what the voyeur sees of the masturbator, and I’m not convinced an observing scientist qualifies as a voyeur.

    27) Best line: “…my heart jumps – leaping over the months and miles we’ve spent apart.”
    This is a wonderful scene, the writing—particularly the careful observation of small details—connects me to the characters, and it builds eroticism, but, for me, it needed to be longer: it ends well, but a little abruptly. I didn’t vote for it because of some editing issues (a missing quotation mark, inconsistent italicisation) and my sense that it didn’t quite fulfil the brief, because it ends as masturbation begins.

    28) Best line: “…he will see this as an early finish and I will see it as a glorious triumph.”
    An excellent sex scene, but without the context and characterisation that would turn a very hot scene into a story, so no vote. I do want to read something longer by this writer, though.

    29) Best line: “As the phallus entered her depths, a primordial, guttural growl came from her throat.”
    This is not really to my taste, so I’m struggling to give meaningful feedback on it. It’s a competent sex scene, but I don’t really learn anything about Melanie except that she has big tits and a hairy cunt, and I have no idea who Neanderthal is or why the new girl would imagine she could tell Neanderthal to take a turn. I can’t connect with the characters, so the story lacks eroticism for me. On a technical note, paragraph five is a single, slightly clumsy, sentence. It might have been clearer as two, separating Melanie’s actions from the narrator’s observations of the surroundings.

    30) Best line: “That’s my lip to bite.”
    I liked this one, I got a sense (necessarily superficial and stereotypical given the word limit, but competently done) of who the characters were, but I was sometimes confused by pronouns: there were instances where it wasn’t immediately obvious to me whether ‘her’ and ‘she’ referred to kitten or Cora, and that threw me out of the scene.

    32) Best line: “I love my toy, never more so than when she’s like this.”
    I love that opening line, but I was uncomfortable with the tone of the story and you lost me completely at the end when it was clear that the toy fears their owner. To my mind, that takes it into the realms of noncon.

    33) Best line: “”
    I love the idea, although perhaps too many words are spent on setting it up and too few on action and description. I got enough sense of who the characters were to enjoy the story, but the writing could have been sharper (e.g. ‘adding’ should have been ‘adds’, or that sentence should have been joined to the previous by a semi-colon). In the end it lost my vote on personal preference over word choices: ‘happy button’ and ‘hornydew’ just don’t work for me, and ‘peek’ and ‘splash’ seemed out of place.

    34) Best line: “A spellbinding dance of light and dark weaved across flawless skin…”
    This nearly lost me four words in (piqued, not peaked) but it recovered. It’s a good sex scene, with some evocative descriptions, it just doesn’t have anything that raises it above the pack.

    35) Best line: “…a Pornstar-Barbie form of vanilla perversion.”
    This lost me at the end. I want to like the twist, but it needs Little Miss Perfect to interrupt her livestream simply because she heard her flatmate (who she knew was also confined to the flat) near her door, and then to open her door with her phone in her hand while still livestreaming. That just seemed too unrealistic and contrived.

    36) Best line: “…sweet and pink like a cherry blossom wetted with morning dew.”
    I like the idea of the masturbator being her own voyeur, although it skirts the edges of the brief. The writing is beautifully poetic at times—a little too poetic to be smutty to me, but that’s my subjective taste. The extended flower metaphor worked on its own terms, until the end: given ‘daffodil’ in the title and her actions, I didn’t understand why she was called Amaryllis and not Narcissus (because that’s a boy’s name, perhaps?).

    37) Best line: “She wanted to feel the weight of his desire pushing inside of her…”
    This is a good scene, and I liked the idea of a couple ‘secretly’ masturbating next to each other, but the writing could have used more variety of structure: all but two sentences start with a pronoun, so the narrative becomes a series of declarations of action and intention (he did X, she wanted Y, they did Z, etc) which isn’t engaging.

    38) Best line: “Her fingers flipped up the thin lacy trim…”
    Hot in a way I wish I understood so I could try to imitate it. The scenario manages to feel utterly unbelievable and entirely true at the same time, with her actions coming across as realistic rather than contrived to titillate. I will probably vote for this, but if I don’t it will be for pedantic reasons of incorrect dialogue punctuation, and I will hate myself. [I voted for it.]

    39) Best line: “This girl must have made some impression to have wiggled herself into his bedroom already.”
    The twist ending was a little disconcerting (I’d advise Miranda to leave and not look back, because Master is masturbating over a lifeless, vacant doll; but that’s just me) and the story lacked enough description to be erotic to me.

    40) Best line: “…like curtains revealing the showstopper.”
    I didn’t like the way the last sentence was formatted, but I loved pretty much everything else. The language flows, the story builds erotic tension artfully, and while there isn’t much in the way of characterisation, ‘Miss Torso’ has just enough sly knowing to her actions to give her a hint of depth. This might get a vote, but I have another 27 stories to read; little things like the odd formatting and the close repetition of ‘lip’ may sink its chances.

    41) Best line: “I like to think I’ll get dressed today…”
    I was getting a bit bored with the inevitable self-isolation stories, but I enjoyed this one: the opening paragraph sets up the story nicely and gives the narrator some character. In the end, though, it’s a straightforward, but competent, sex scene, rather than a story: despite the suggestion of the ending, there’s no real possibility that the driver will ‘ring his doorbell’. I balked at “suddenly parked” (“suddenly noticed” might have been better, but abandoning ‘suddenly’ altogether would have been ideal).

    42) Best line: “Get over here and ghost fuck me.”
    This story’s idea was innovative enough after so many self-isolation stories that I was prepared to suspend disbelief about ghosts jacking off and fantasy women moving into haunted houses to fuck other fantasy people. This isn’t a genre I normally enjoy, and Raven wasn’t a particularly rounded character, but the novelty and the writing won me over by the end. I wasn’t won over enough to vote for it, but there’s some strong competition in this round.

    43) Best line: “…he leaned forward, caught on the precipice with her.”
    Another well written sex scene, with masturbation that felt more real than in many of these stories, but it lacks enough context for me to engage with it and find it erotic: I don’t know who Mark and Anne are, or why I should care about her orgasm or his lesson.
    The writing would have benefited from a closer edit (‘stoke’, ‘to melting’); being less staccato so the pace of the words more closely matches Anne’s movements; and being broken into paragraphs: a continuous block of text suggests a sense of urgency, but the story specifically says there is none.

    44) I’m sorry, but I didn’t read further than, “lured me to Mom’s bedroom.”
    Without reading, I can see that the story should probably have been broken up into paragraphs.

    45) Best line: “I don’t dare to move. I want to see the fireworks…”
    Another straightforward sex scene that, unfortunately, doesn’t stand out: the descriptions are fine, if a little unlikely at times (I couldn’t picture her position as practical; sat on a toilet with her feet resting on the walls and her back arching), but the story lacks a wider context to draw me in.

    46) Best line: “She daringly looks back at me, licks her middle finger and brings her hand to her pussy.”
    Another unlikely sex scene that does the job as porn but doesn’t stand out from the pack as a story. There were some incongruous word choices (e.g. did she really “sneak” into the back seat?), some missing commas, and odd paragraphing (different character’s dialogue should be in different paragraphs).

    47) Best line: “They must be strong, otherwise he’d never be able to—’Oh my,’”
    Yay for older women with sexual agency, though I’m toning down the yay a little for the implicit suggestion her marbles were endangered. I enjoyed the story in its own right, but it was also a welcome relief from the mundane porn and self-isolation stories. The description of masturbation was too brief to build eroticism for me, but the apt word choices (“jolly daring”, “decorative fellow”) and the ending made me smile, and it’s good to know someone still pays for porn. I didn’t vote for it, but the jury have more votes and I’m hoping some of them will.

    48) It’s an interesting but unlikely scenario that is told as a simple, declarative narrative replete with unfeasible exaggeration; a porn fantasy without characterisation, context or evocative description to draw the reader in. It definitely needed a closer edit: there are missing words.

    49) Best line: “Bound in place only by my Master’s command.”
    This is well written, erotic and definitely my genre, so it had the advantage of me recognising the characters and the context and fleshing out some details myself. That put the story on my shortlist, but ultimately it didn’t have anything special enough to justify one of my votes.

    50) Best line: “So… second date?”
    There are a lot of unlikely and context-free sex scenes in this round, and this entry is perhaps the best of them. It’s quality porn writing, but unfortunately that’s not what I vote for.

    51) Best line: “…he stuffed himself down to the constantly bruised knuckles of two fingers…”
    I got just enough sense of character and context to connect with the story, and I loved the ending with its promise of more. The descriptions rise above the mundane enough for me to shortlist this one, but in the end Andre is an asshole and so I didn’t like him enough to vote for him.

    52) Best line: “…he reached for the glass between them, willing his fingers to touch her.”
    Quite a few issues with punctuation and paragraphing, but my main problem was I didn’t know who Chloe and Michael were, and so I wasn’t invested in their pleasure or relationship (if they even had one). I wasn’t clear what the context was or how he was watching her (the glass suggested a two-way mirror?). The ending was also a little disturbing, with intimations of noncon.

    53) Best line: “Wanted to look her deep in the eyes as she came – share the experience of her orgasm.”
    This is a competent porn scene let down by grammar (e.g. “Was her elegant fingers…”) and punctuation (e.g. I have a visceral reaction to exclamation points outside of dialogue). Even if those were fixed, I didn’t care enough about either character to engage with the story.

    54) Best line: “I imagine him slapping it against the cheeks of my arse before slamming inside.”
    Corona virus and random ordering conspire against this one: I am so bored of self-isolation stories at this point, and I’ve already read two (at least) ‘neighbour in the flat opposite’ stories. That said, I don’t think there’s anything exceptional in it that might have merited a vote if it had been the first story I read, but the writing is good and the ending made me smile.

    55) Best line: “The crisp memory of his swollen glans sliding along my tongue makes me gulp in want.”
    A well written scene, but not quite enough characterisation and context to engage me in the story.

    56) Best line: “I sat there, lost in the moment, seeing you as I never got to see you.”
    This is a tricky one. Cuckoldry stories are definitely not my kink, and I’m not sure this one even meets the brief of ‘voyeurism of masturbation’ (except for the older man’s gaze at the end). I’ll try to assess it on its own merits. It’s competently written, the scene has some context, and stereotypical characterisation follows from that context, so if it was in a different genre it might have engaged me. Even so, it probably still wouldn’t have been exceptional enough to secure a vote.

    57) Best line: “She is lost in the moment, her hands replying with her own soft rhythm.”
    A third-party voyeur adds a welcome twist to all the ‘neighbour in the window opposite’ stories. I’m a little sceptical about the perspective that allows the passenger to see both other people, but I was willing to go with it because I enjoyed the writing up to that point (and beyond). It’s quite a sweet little story, but as an isolated scene it doesn’t do enough to draw me in.

    58) Best line: “…little droplets of her secret joy moistened her fingers…”
    Another straightforward sex scene: the descriptions are fine but the story lacks a wider context to draw me in. I liked the novelty of the necklace, but apart from that the story didn’t stand out.

    59) Best line: “He leant back, mouth open, catching droplets of water as he moaned.”
    Another story that suffers from random ordering and repeating a lot of elements I’ve become bored with. But if it had been the seventh story, I’d say I need more than a sex scene to draw me into a story, and I don’t get it here. I don’t learn much about the characters beyond simple physical descriptions, so the story didn’t engage me.

    60) Best line: “She wanted her tongue on his tip as she slowly started to trace her clit.”
    I liked the novelty of the shadow and the pretence around it, but apart from that this is another straightforward scene about two characters who don’t have enough depth to engage me. Also, Kegel was a doctor, and is now an exercise; Kiera doesn’t have kegels to squeeze.

    61) Best line: “On contact, its motor growled down in pitch.”
    An interesting scene, but without any context to create a meaningful story and with grammar issues in the fifth paragraph (a verbless sentence followed by a mismatched pronoun) which threw me out of the story by making me re-read and re-interpret. Masturbating in a moving car was a welcome novelty sixty-one stories in, but it did feel unsafe and I don’t like to worry about the people I’m fantasising about.

    62) Best line: “…arching herself higher as if offering herself up.”
    I enjoyed this but it’s another well-written scene that didn’t really engage me because it has no context: the characters presumably have some past, some existing relationship, but I don’t know what it is or who they are.

    63) Best line: “He slowly pistons up and down, focussed, working the shaft like a train building up steam.”
    I’d like to read more stories from Madam’s Tea House. This one had some unusual context for a well-written scene, established elements of character with carefully chosen descriptions of setting and appearance, drew me in to the room with Lady Tabitha, and then annoyed me because I thought I’d already found the five stories I’d vote for. Now I have to go back and disappoint someone.

    64) Best line: “…her clit slick with want as her fingers swirled the pink bud.”
    A very good, albeit improbable, porn scene, but one which lacks enough context to engage me. What context I can glean is a studio owner aggressively seducing an employee, so it feels like sexual harassment to me.

    65) Best line: “…teasing it and him by drawing out her pleasure…”
    Another well-written sex scene without any context to turn it into a story. The descriptions are great, but fewer details could have created the same effect and freed up words to give the reader hints about who the characters were and why they were doing what they were doing.

    66) Best line: “My song becomes guttural, needy, a desperate plea for relief.”
    This is an excellent story and a welcome change from a plethora of context-free sex scenes. The poetic language drew me in, small details helped establish character, and if the story had ended in a little death rather than a large one I would probably have voted for it. That’s a matter of my personal taste: the hunter’s death was exactly the right ending for this story, I just don’t like death in my erotica.

    67) Best line: “The fingers bent around, glowing question marks on the monitor screen, and then suddenly, vanished.”
    This was another welcome novelty after so many predictable stories, but in the end the novelty counted against it: what could have been sexy became clinical at times.

    Votes: 4, 13, 31, 38, 63

    1. Wow, Marsha – you win the prize for the best giver of feedback!

      Thank you for you feedback on mine (29) – see my reply to Sweetgirl’s feedback above… I think you and Sweetgirl (and me!) feel a bit the same way about my story.

      As I’ve voted for your stories in both this round and the last, I think our tastes are probably quite similar (when I’m not deliberately corrupting my own voice!). And I shan’t be letting the fact that others seem to appreciate the crudity more persuade me to make a habit of it… but it was quite fun to try out!

      Jacques x

    2. Thanks for your comments, Marsha, and thanks for taking the time to critique all the entries. I’m intrigued you felt mine strayed into noncon though, as that was a trap I was acutely aware of given the brief, and took pains to avoid by having a dynamic between two characters who were a) aware of each other’s presence and b) clearly engaged in play. A great many of the stories this round featured unambiguous noncon (the ‘Peeping Tom’ pieces for example, or indeed, as you point out, the winner of both the public and jury votes, which while undoubtedly excellent features the death of one of the characters, in many ways the ultimate noncon). I stand by my use of the word ‘fear’, because while the character may have been perfectly aware they were safe, so am I when I watch a horror movie, engage in bondage with a sadistic top or am immobilised while under hypnosis, however I still class the sensation I feel in those situations as ‘fear’, if only in a diluted form. For me fear play gives scenes a much needed edge, but at the end of the day I trust my play partners, and have enthusiastically consented to be there.

  16. Feedback will appear on my blog when the results go live – 2 stood out for me and then it was difficult to choose.from the others – But well done everyone – hard round

  17. (3) I really enjoyed the ‘collage’ effect. The writer kept the pace well and expressed a great variety of titillations and sexy behaviour.

    (7, 16, 17, 22, 41) These stories had promise but their writers would have benefitted from a slightly higher wordcount.

    (44) was well written and observed, unfortunately I struggled with subject matter which felt slightly taboo.

    (1, 31) Clever use of words but perhaps too elaborate, I had to re-read to grasp what was being conveyed.

    (6, 28, 32, 34, 36, 51, 52, 54, 65) Very sexy. Lots of tension conveyed, good use of adjectives. Conveyed a fine grasp of the pleasure a voyeur derives.

    (8, 35) Great handling of the cam-girl trope, hint of stalker and plenty of guilty desire results in a hot story.

    (12, 20, 24, 25, 37, 38, 43, 46) Incredibly sexy show, these stories felt very real. 20 also utilised wonderful dialogue.

    (15, 21, 29, 45) Clever and well observed, displayed some very effective touches.

    (19) Well handled, scene very well portrayed, watch out for punctuation of dialogue.

    (9, 18, 33, 40, 47) Outstanding, set apart and raised from the ordinary, keep doing exactly this.

    (26, 64, 66) These stories had a great twist which made them memorable.

    (57) Nice light touch to the sexual nature of the story, well observed.

  18. This round was a challenge as a writer and also this time as a reader to find those stories that resonated with me. This was a surprisingly challenging brief, even though on the surface it seemed straight forward. To create a story more than a scene was a challenge, and so I was looking for those that did that a little better.

    Again there was a lot of good moments here, and I’ve commented on those I liked the most or were close. Others I felt were perhaps focused a little too much on the physical description and lost the story or the emotional tension. And I don’t know if it is the distraction of the world in lockdown but quite a few seemed to not be quite all there. I know mine was more rushed than I would have liked. Maybe others were the same.

    My votes went to the following;

    36. A daffodil in spring. I enjoyed the description. Starting of with a delicate description and flowery words to describe what was seen and felt. And whether intentional or not the language seemed to shift to more harsh language as her need rose and her movements became more urgent. And the little twist at the end, the reveal that the voyeur was actually her, a nice way to interpret the initial wide brief.

    63. MADAM DEBOUVIOUR’S TEA HOUSE It’s a great little vignette. I can picture the scene. And the writer does a very good job of building a slice of a world, leaving me wondering what else goes on in the tea shop that doesn’t involve tea and crumpets. I enjoyed the detail of the description of his actions. And I like the juxtaposition of the hidden debauchery of the upper class woman, and the rough and ready need of the working class man. I was left curious though, as to what he could see, and what he was aware of, especially considering she was fully dressed with only a hidden pocket for access!

    66. Hunter in the wild wood. I enjoyed the delicate way this was written and the imagery it created. It did build an erotic scene and I enjoyed the way the masturbation was described. Also the subtle hints to what was under the water that you only realised at the end. There was a small clunky piece on “staggering on the uneven objects, unseen underfoot underwater.” Probably didn’t need all three of those last words but apart from that the piece flowed to its beautifully grisly end.

    Almost but not quite

    2. The Meeting. I liked the scene and the tension as it’s built up. I enjoyed the final phrasing with the idea of the stoic aroused. It perhaps ended up feeing a little too physically descriptive, rather than building on the emotional tension, for me to give it a vote.

    29. Rock Cock. The idea of the rock cock was both funny from the word play but also a bit of a weird idea to find sexy. But it was original and I liked the clever twist of the ending.

    59. Sadiq comes home. I did like the one. It’s a fast paced little story. And well crafted, creating a dynamic between the two and moving quickly into a sexy scene. It just lost me a little as he didn’t really interact with her or even acknowledge her at all. But I did like the final sentence and her desire for more. Almost had a vote.

    61. Stick Shift – I did like the imagery and the originality of the scene. I could imagine the moment, and the way the writer had mixed the power of the car and vibrator together. I would have liked a little more of his tension at having that display going on for him. Not sure the final sentence needed so many “came” but maybe it really was that good! Close to getting a vote from me

    54. Self-Isolation. A nice simple little scene, which creates a good image of the need and the pleasure of the voyeur, with a gentle reference to the current situation without making too much of it. Nicely done.

  19. As of this round I will be running each story through an editing program I use for my own writing (not on my blog, but for submissions), and give some tips from there. For this round I concentrated on whether there are overused words in the stories, sticky sentences and clichés, and I checked the reading ease of the stories, specifically the Flesh Reading Ease.

    From Yoast: Flesch reading ease measures how complex a text is. The lower the score, the more difficult the text is to read. The Flesch readability score uses the average length of your sentences (measured by the number of words) and the average number of syllables per word in an equation to calculate the reading ease.

    From Pro Writing Aid: Sticky sentences are ones containing a high percentage of glue words. Glue words are the 200 or so most common words in English (excluding the personal pronouns). You can think of the glue words as the empty space in your writing. The more of them there are the more empty space your readers have to pass through to get to the actual meaning. By cutting down the amount of glue words in your sentences you help expose the true meaning and make the reader’s job easier.

    I didn’t take over everything that the editing program flagged, but tried to mention those things that can make your writing stronger.

    And of course, I also gave my personal opinion on each story!

    1. Forbidden by Wicked Sisters
    This piece is wonderfully written, with a beautiful masturbation scene and the forbidden lusts of the voyeur. It’s also a story, with a clear beginning, a clear end. Absolutely beautiful.
    Editor: No overused words were found, sentence lengths are varied, no clichés, and no sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 80.5

    2. The Meeting
    I love when masturbation happens where it’s forbidden, like in an office setting like this. You write about anybody looking in, which had me picturing a meeting room with glass, and I wondered how they couldn’t see what really happened, but it didn’t make me enjoy the story less.
    Editor: The words ‘know’ and ‘see’ were overused and it was suggested to remove one of each. I would have chosen to change “ I open my eyes and see he is watching me , his eyes locked on me” to “I open my eyes. His eyes are locked on me, but…” Also, to change “I can feel my clit tingling and I know my juices are starting to pool on the chair.” to “I can feel my clit tingling; my juices are starting to pool on the chair.”
    Another tip was to use adverbs sparingly.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 91.7

    3. Welcome to the Machine
    Where I love the idea of this story, I honestly have to say that the repeated ‘CA-CHUNK!’ made me lose interest in the story, and also I would have wanted to see more white lines. I think you could’ve gotten away with leaving some of the ‘CA-CHUNK!’ after three or four times, as by then it was clear to the reader what is happening here. Then by using white lines, you could’ve moved on to the next masturbation ‘scene’.
    Editor: A comma should be added after ‘speaker’ in the second sentence, and ‘closet sized’ should be ‘closet-sized’.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 96.3

    4. April 25, 2020
    Where I absolutely love the setting of this, and would love to read the longer version, I feel you should have kept the first part shorter, and come to the masturbation/voyeur part quicker. That said, I really do like that they are both masturbators, as well as voyeurs!
    Editor: One thing that popped up is that you have a high glue index, which means you are using a lot of filler words.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 93.0

    5. The Quarantine
    Where I like the idea of keeping in contact via the webcam, I feel as if this story was rushed, and that with a bit of editing you could have made it a lot stronger.
    Editor: According to the editor you are using too many generic words such as ‘watch/see/.’
    There’s punctuation missing in this sentence: “She catches the pulse at my throat it is mirrored in my cock.”
    The capital ‘H’ seems out of place in this sentence: “I reached down, clothes fell aside; Held her eyes.”
    There should be a comma before ‘and’ in this sentence: “My hand did a slow stroke, fingers teasing me and she watched.”
    Remove the ‘start to’ here: “… and I start to stroke faster.”
    There needs to be a comma after ‘forward’: “She sees me reach forward “tomorrow night?””
    Flesch Reading Ease: 91.3

    6. In the Mirror
    The connection they had through the mirror was almost palpable, and desire they both felt too. Lovely piece of writing!
    Editor: Only one thing was pointed out by the editor, and that is using the initial -ing words. In this short piece it suggested removing one of those words.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 86.1

    7. Sudden Need
    I personally feel that you could’ve dropped the first sentence of the story, as it seems a bit out of place, but other than that I really enjoyed the story as it offers promise for more.
    Editor: It underlined the word ‘other’, and suggested to change it. I looked at ways to change it, and think I would have changed this: “One of her hands shook with unmitigated pleasure on her breasts, groping with an intensity that Viola didn’t know she had. Her other was at her cunt, her fingers digging into her body furiously.” to “One hand shook with unmitigated pleasure on her breasts, groping with an intensity that Viola didn’t know she had. The other was at her cunt, her fingers digging into her body furiously.”
    Flesch Reading Ease: 67.7

    8. The Working Girl
    A nice story and a clever way of watching her through her laptop, even though I had to read it twice to have the right image in mind.
    Editor: The story is well written, no clichés, no overused words, and a good glue index with only one sticky sentence: “I want to know what all of her tastes like.” The editor did say to remove the comma after ‘then’ in “Then, she turns.” but personally I like the pacing there.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 88.3

    9. On Call
    I have a bit of a thing for stories in a hospital setting, which means this story really ticked quite a number of boxes for me.
    Editor: The editor mentioned that you overused the word ‘watched’. Granted, it’s only twice in this piece, but since it’s so short, the editor suggested to remove one. No sticky sentences, no clichés and a good style score.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 74.0

    10. Tease Me
    Where this is a damn sexy story, I would like to have seen the masturbation/voyeur part of the story a bit longer than it is now, for instance for him not to join her, but only to watch.
    Editor: The only thing that came up is the use of the word ‘then’ – the editor suggested to remove at least one of it. Other than that no clichés, no sticky sentences, and a good writing style.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 95.1

    11. Purple Haze
    I like the masturbation/voyeur aspect using the webcam, despite it being one of the obvious ideas to use. In the end it’s all in the execution of such an idea, and you did well there!
    Editor: It reported that you have two overused words – ‘look’ and the -ly adverb. It suggested reducing ‘look’ by 2 and the -ly adverb by one. It also highlighted two sticky sentences: ““That’s obvious, from the look of things!”” (I would change that to simply read: “That’s obvious!”) and “Jeremy was a boob-guy, way more than an ass-man.” This sentence should be changed reducing some of the glue words (was, a, way, more, than, an).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 71.8

    12. Revel in the View
    Where I love the imagery of the story, the fact that all your sentences except two, started with either ‘he’ or ‘his’. While reading, these words sounded loud in my ears, and made for ‘staccato’ reading of the story.
    Editor: ‘shirt tail’ = ‘shirttail’
    The editor also flagged the repetitive sentence starts.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 89.7

    13. 60-second show
    I love this story, the setting, the urgency of counting down. Very effective, as it also paces the story, and builds the urgency towards the climax at the end.
    Editor: A couple of words were overused, such as the -ly adverbs (remove 3), ‘just/then’ (remove 1), ‘watch’ (remove 1), ‘look’ (remove 1). No clichés, no sticky sentences. ‘Lamp light’ should be ‘lamplight’. Remove the word ‘instead’. Remember the space after the ‘…’.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 79.8

    14. Waking Dream
    A nice dream and a nice one to play out while being watched. I had to read this sentence two or three times: “Falling asleep to her roommate, Kayla, fucking tends to have this affect on Destiny.” Because of the ‘Kayla’ added with commas on either side. I think the best would have been to leave this out here, as you also mention Kayla in the next sentence and the reader would have known that it’s the name of the roommate. Also, I would opt for removing the sentence “She decides to bring out the artillery.” and adding “She needs more.” to the previous paragraph.
    Editor: The editor flagged ‘affect’ which should be ‘effect’. It also suggested to change ‘tends to have’ to ‘has’ (more direct writing). Other than that there are no overused words, no sticky sentences, and no clichés.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 74.9

    15. Parisian Paraphilia
    This is another story where I would have liked to see some paragraphs, and not all in just one paragraph. The story has put a smile on my face because of its setting, but it would be better paced with some white lines.
    Editor: It was flagged that several comma’s are missing: “… her inner thigh they wandered off” (a comma after ‘thigh’), “her motions and Henri discerned” (a comma after ‘motions’), “grabbed a breast squeezing” (a comma after ’breast’), “into her pussy again she rocked” (a comma after ‘again’) and then it suggested to remove ‘new’ before ‘invention’ as an invention implies newness already.
    Overused: could (remove 1 of 2) and the initial – ing words (remove 1 of 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 66.7

    16. Michael’s View
    I like the idea of this story, but it lacks a certain flow to keep me in the story.
    Editor: There should be a comma between the words “wild uninhibited”. The words “as well” should be removed as they have no purpose after the word “accompanied”. The sentence “I could detect that he was rather aroused as well…” should be changed to “I could detect that he too was rather aroused…”
    Overused words: could (remove 2), watch/notice/observe (remove 3), initial -ing (remove 1), see/saw (remove 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 82.2

    17. Peeping Tom’s Surprise Show
    A great story, great idea, with some fun metaphors, such as “rhythmically like a percussionist tapping a drum to the beat of her desire” and “finale of her solo performance”. However, the last sentences confused me. What picture? For me you undid some of the story with the CCTV and picture.
    Editor: Replace the comma in “was doing, pussy petting” with a ‘—‘. The sentence starting with “The MILF I’d chatted to…” is too long. The sentence starting with “But there was no doubt…” is a sticky sentence, and removing the ‘but’ at the beginning will solve this. No clichés found, and no overused words.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 54.7

    18. Voyeur See, Voyeur Do
    This is an interesting and exciting threesome, and while reading it and placing it in ‘my world’, I wondered how many other people followed the three-way masturbating too. Sexy!
    Editor: The comma in “at the girl, she was curled” should be replaced by ‘;’. Both instances of ‘began to’ was flagged to remove these words and make the verb stronger. Overused words: initial -ing (remove 2), see/saw (remove 1), was/were (remove 1). One sticky sentence, starting with “I could see that she was…”.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 74.7

    19. Will They?
    I am sorry, but there were so many things in this story that made it difficult to read. I believe “staying at her sisters” should be “staying at her sister’s” as it’s only one sister, and you are talking about her place. At some places you used double quotation marks, and at others single ones which makes it unclear whether some words are thoughts and others spoken.
    Editor: “Hometime” = 2 words. The text starting with “She tentatively walked…” and ending with “… expecting company.” is seen as one sentence because of the ‘..’
    Here a space is missing: “… lip,senses …”
    Flesch Reading Ease: 69.8

    20. Rear Window
    Haha this made me laugh. I love a bit of humor with erotica every now and then, and this is just so funny!
    Editor: Overused words: believe/think (remove 1), see/saw (remove 1). No clichés, no sticky sentences. The editor flagged ‘widescreen’ as a spelling error, saying it should either be ‘wide screen’ or ‘wide-screen’ but searching on Google your spelling is accepted.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 95.2

    21. Voyeur Indulgence
    I love the idea of the masturbator and the voyeur being one and the same person. Good twist in that last paragraph. Watch out with too many sentences that are more phrases than sentences, because there’s no active verb, such as the first two sentences (there are more in this piece).
    Editor: Remove the word ‘obviously’ in the second paragraph. Change “Hips begin bucking and moving to the rhythm of her hands.” to “Hips buck and move to the rhythm of her hands.” to make the sentence stronger. Overused words: feel/feels/feeling/felt (remove 5), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1), initial – ing (remove 2). The editor flagged “Yes, that’s it, so sexy and such a turn on to watch.” but I like it just as it is.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 77.8

    22. My Wish, Your Command
    This is quite a nice wish to have been granted, and a sexy two-way masturbation/voyeur scene.
    Editor: There should be a space after ‘…’. In the sentence “My downward view is obscured by the raging hard-on jutting from my pelvis.” the verb ‘is obscured’ is passive and more active writing would be: “The raging hard-on jutting from my pelvis obscured my downward view.”
    Overused: watch/notice/observe/very (remove 3).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 77.8

    23. Balcony Scene
    I have now read this several times, and every time I read it, it seems to gain in its beauty. This really is so beautifully written, melancholic, and so fitting for the times we live in now. I love this phrase: “… controlling her impatience and increasing mine.” and this sentence: “With the Gods off duty, Giulia and I have no choice but to worship life itself.”
    Editor: The editor highlighted missing commas: “I know that and so does Giulia” (before ‘and’), “words are unspoken but I can” (before ‘but’). Overused words: watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1), just/then (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 79.8

    24. Social Distancing
    The first paragraph had so much potential, but I was actually disappointed when she pulled out a toy. I would’ve loved if she only used her hands. Other than that, a sexy story.
    Editor: A comma is missing after ‘grunt’ in “… frustrated grunt she…” and also after magnificent in “You were magnificent Kelly!” No clichés, no sticky sentences, and no overused words.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 67.3

    25. Watching Her
    A sexy story, but in the last paragraph it seemed like her orgasm kept on ending? In the third sentence you talk about the last wave hitting her, and then at the end of the paragraph you again mention her ending orgasm? Maybe ‘last wave’ should have been ‘first wave’?
    Editor: The editor suggested to change “corner of the bedroom” to “bedroom’s corner” but I think this is a personal choice. Overused words: initial -ing (remove 2), it/there (remove 1), -ly adverb (remove 2), initial – ing (remove 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 80.9

    26. Observation
    I like the sci-fi aspect of this story and it actually made me want to read more. I haven’t noticed it when I received your story, but the title had to be 2-4 words.
    Editor: Change “over and over again” to “repeatedly”. Overused words: was/were (remove 3), is/there (remove 1), believe/think (remove 2), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 2).
    No clichés, one sticky sentence: “it would have been a sight to behold” (sticky words: would, have, been, a) – to be honest, I think the sentence fits perfectly here.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 70.4

    27. Between Silk And Silk
    A beautiful way of getting in touch with each other, although the story didn’t feel complete. I was waiting for something more to follow at the end. There’s dialogue punctuation missing in this sentence: “Are you… naked? I ask uncertainly.
    Editor: Remove ‘own’ in “in my own voice”. No clichés, no overused words and no sticky sentences found.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 86.5

    28. The Perfect Exchange
    I love this story, the way it is written. It’s sensual and sexy. The only word I found a bit misplaced is ‘jizz’. I would have opted to replace that with a more ‘serious’ word to match the rest of the story.
    Editor: The commas in “… muscles tense, he will see…” and “… my knickers, now it’s…” should be either a ‘;’ or a full stop. Three clichés found: ‘biting his lip’, ‘he loses himself’, ‘hard and fast’. Overused words: see/saw (remove 1). No sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 84.1

    29. Subterranean Rock Cock Blues
    This made me smile, and I like how the style of writing, the words you use, are consistent from beginning to end. Nice twist at the end.
    Editor: Replace ‘a bit’ with ‘too’ in “was a bit late to”. Change ‘could possibly’ to ‘would’ or only ‘could’ in “that she could possibly accommodate”. Remove the comma after ‘rock’ in “on the flat rock, in a dark”. One sticky sentence was found, although I would leave it as is: “one of the lights was on the blink.” Overused words: could (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 79.2

    30. Cora’s Kitten
    A nice story, sexy, and inviting. I like the build-up here, and also the promise for more in the end, but still the story feels complete.
    Editor: Remember a space after ‘…’
    No sticky sentences, but “propped up” was flagged as a cliché. Overused words: -ly adverb (remove 3), was/were (remove 2), had (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 73.1

    31. Piano Duet In A♭
    I love this – a beautiful sensual story. There are some beautiful descriptions in this piece, such as “a conductor’s baton coaxing a crescendo from my squeaky mattress” and “like my bed’s hotter than my cunt”.
    Editor: The editor flagged a missing comma after ‘them’ in “If he can read them he’ll know”.
    No clichés. Overused words: see/saw (remove 3), knew/know (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 85.7

    32. Working To A Deadline
    Oh the ending is so ‘cruel’. Sexy story, and the stopwatch is a nice addition.
    Editor: The editor flagged passive verbs: “legs are bound” and “back is arched”. Try to replace these with active verbs for a stronger text. Remove ‘own’ in “my own onanism”. No clichés, overused words or sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 75.6

    33. Between Shots
    I totally like the idea of this story, but I am not a fan of too many sentences without an active verb, and in this piece it’s on the edge. It doesn’t take away though that I like the picture you have painted here, and the last sentence is a nice twist.
    Editor: Replace ‘I chuckled at the expression on her face as ‘ in “I chuckled at the expression on her face as” with ‘her expression’. Two sticky sentences have been flagged: “No place and no activity is off limits.” and “Tingles all over when you think of being watched.”
    Overused words: -ly adverbs (remove 1), believe/think (remove 3), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 54.7

    34. The Roommate
    I like how you start with the papers, and also end with that, which makes this feel like a complete story. I like the masturbation scene too. There was only one sentence I had to read twice, because you forgot the full stop: “His medium blue comforter was a stark contrast to Annie’s pale flesh. Her legs parted widely and full firm breasts displayed tightly peaked nipples His comforter dampened to a darker hue as soaked fingers clutched and scraped parts of it across her midriff.”
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘low’ in “Low sultry” and after ‘confused’ in “Intrigued and confused he paused”.
    Overused words: -ly adverb (remove 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 65.5

    35. Carpe Diem…Fingers Crossed
    The end made me smile, but as I read this it felt like something is missing in this story. Where the scene you describe is sexy, I didn’t feel the eroticism in the story. sorry.
    Editor: Remember to add a space after ‘…’.
    A full stop is suggested after ‘bouncy’: “Her tits are round, bouncy, if I were a man I’d compare them to some sexy-sounding fruit.”. Remove one ‘choose to’ in “I can choose to panic and be mortified, or I can choose to embrace”
    Flesch Reading Ease: 91.1

    36. A Daffodil In Spring
    I love the structure of this story, the way it’s built up to the climax in the end. The italicized sentences work really well to move the story along. The only thing I would have done, is to leave the last sentence out of it, as it seems a bit misplaced.
    Editor: Remember a space after ‘…’ and a comma after ‘long’ in “A long low moan brims…”
    No sticky sentences and the only overused words are the initial – ing (remove 3).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 71.4

    37. Sweet Release
    Where this is sexy, mutual masturbation, it’s a bit thin on the voyeur part of the story, even though watching each other do make them voyeurs in that sense.
    Editor: Add commas after ‘Hell’ in “Hell he didn’t even’, ‘her’ in “inside of her but the weariness” and ‘himself’ in “softness for himself but his”.
    One sticky sentence: “She knew what would help erase the day from his mind.” You can solve this by change it to: “One thing would help erase the day from his mind.”
    No clichés and no overused words.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 91.3

    38. Have An Away Day
    Where this is sexy, I have a feeling something is missing, or doesn’t add up. Him watching her made me think he stood in front of her, but then she put her head against his shoulder and that made me stop reading and scroll back, reading it again to see if I have missed something.
    Editor: “bronze coloured” should be ‘bronze-coloured’. The comma here: “her face, I was” should be a ‘;’. Add a full stop after “She gasped”. Add a comma after ‘warning’ and ‘up’ in “Without warning her knees came up and she”.
    Overused words: could (remove 2), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 2), feel/feels/feeling/felt (remove 1), look (remove 1), see/saw (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 88.2

    39. Home Early
    That last bit made me smile. Quite original! The voyeur part of this story works well, but I didn’t find it erotic. Sorry.
    Editor: No clichés, no sticky sentences. Overused words: was/were (remove 6), could (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 84.7

    40. Invitation To A Dance
    I really love the sensuality and the erotic element in this story, and also think the format of the last three lines is very effective.
    Editor: One potential cliché: “from head to toe,”. Overused words: initial – ing (remove 5).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 81.9

    41. Cherry Blossom Road
    Such a sexy story, and the way their eyes locked is hot! I had a bit of difficulty getting into the story due to the first two long sentences.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘today’ in “get dressed today but the”. Add a comma after ‘longer’ in “little while longer I think”. Remove ‘a bit’ in “little while longer I think” to enhance readability. One sticky sentence: “The driver is still inside and I can see him looking down at what must be his phone.” You can solve the sticky sentence by changing it to: “The driver is still inside, looking down at what I presume is his phone.” Overused words: believe/think (remove 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 72.8

    42. A Haunting Experience
    A voyeur ghost story – original! I like the voyeur part of this, but also the last line. It adds something to the story that she could see him.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘bunnies’ in “Playboy bunnies and they’d”. No sticky sentences, overused words or clichés.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 84.6

    43. Lessons In Love
    Where I understand that this was brought as a lesson, I would have loved to see more show than tell. I also miss some white lines. Other than that, this is a sexy scene.
    Editor: No clichés, no overused words, no sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 80.6

    44. Parental Lesson
    When I read this story, I wondered whether I should allow it, even though it didn’t break any of the rules. It definitely is on the edge, but sometimes erotica needs to be on the edge. That said, I don’t find this erotic, as that would be a step too far for me.
    Editor: ‘king size’ should be ‘king-size’. The editor flagged the first two sentences as sticky sentences, with glue words such as anything, all, any, way. Overused words: was/were (remove 4).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 73.6

    45. Raunchy Restroom
    She must have been in need that she didn’t close the stall door. Sexy story. I personally would’ve left out the last sentence, and added “My fingers slide into my wet cunt.” to the previous sentence with ‘and’.
    Editor: Change ‘starts to twitch’ to ‘twitches’. Sticky sentence: “I see that the door to her stall is not closed.” Solve by changing it to: “The door to her stall is open.”
    Overused words: see/saw (remove 4), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 96.8

    46. Best Ride Ever
    That last sentence made me smile! I like the voyeur aspect in a cab, and this was sexy. One spelling error: ‘titilliating’ should be ‘titillating’. I would have phrased this sentence “She lets her wet finger glide over her soaking clit, while the other digits caress the short hairs there” differently, as it now sounds like she has hair on her clit?
    Editor: Remove the comma after ‘talking’ in “stop talking, when”. Add comma after ‘dripping’ in “juice dripping she freezes”. No clichés, no sticky sentences.
    Overused words: just/then (remove 1), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1), lool (remove 1), see/saw (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 81.2

    47. Hot Man Sluts
    This story put a huge smile on my face, because of it’s original and fits humor in between the sex. Well done!
    Editor: Change ‘be approaching’ to ‘approach’. Two passive verbs were flagged (‘be clicked’ and ‘is fascinated’ but I found that both sentences fit the way they were written. No sticky sentences, no clichés. Overused words: -ly adverb (remove 3).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 54.3

    48. The Cum Bucket
    I am sorry but this story just didn’t do it for me. I think if you read it over a couple of times more and edited it, you could’ve made it a stronger story. Also try to use show not tell, as that will definitely enhance the story.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘Lucy’ in “Lucy a single”, after ‘air’ in “hand movements which were”, after ‘movements’ in “hand movements which were”, after ‘herself’ in “rubbed herself and the”, after ‘forward’ in “stepped forward breaking”, after ‘smiled’ in “and smiled then beckoned”, after ‘panties’ in “her panties Lucy knelt down” and after ‘face’ in “his face she straddled”.
    Overused words: just/then (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 84.4

    49. The Lesson
    What a lesson it is indeed. Nice story.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘Finally’ in “Finally receiving a barely” and after ‘yesterday’ in “was yesterday but I” Overused words: have (remove 4). One sticky sentence: “This is where I was yesterday but I didn’t have an audience.” which can be solved by changing it to “I was here yesterday, without an audiance.”
    Flesch Reading Ease: 85.4

    50. Night On The Tiles
    This is so sexy, and I love the show-don’t-tell writing here. I felt like I was a voyeur too, watching them.
    Editor: No clichés, no overused words, no sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 87.8

    51. Dirty Laundry
    I love the scene she has walked in on! Sexy and naughty!
    Editor: Add ‘a’ before ‘steady’ in “balls in steady rhythm.”. Overused words: just/then (remove 1). No clichés and no sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 69.6

    52. Predator And Prey
    A nice story, but so many sentences started with ‘he’ and ‘she’ that it made me lose thread of what I was reading, and I had to go back and read it again. I also stumbled over the second sentence since there’s a comma missing there.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘nipple’ in “around her nipple the other”. Replace the comma with ‘;’ in “crystal phallus, he was”. Add a comma after ‘clit’ in “Circling her clit he”. Replace “began to arch” by ‘arched’.
    Overused words: could (remove 1), feel/feels/feeling/felt (remove 1), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1), initial -ing (remove 1), knew/know (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 78.5

    53. Working Late
    I like stories that have an office setting, and I like this story. Someone who thinks she’s alone and an accidental voyeur walking by. Nice!
    Editor: Watch out with passive verbs such as “She was hunched” and “no sound was heard”.
    Overused words: -ly adverb (remove 2), was/were (remove 2), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1), look (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 77.0

    54. Self-Isolation
    A nice voyeur story, and nicely set in what is currently happening around the world.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘back’ in “Leaning back he lazily”. Add a comma after ‘seconds’ in “20 seconds I think “. “fist pumps” should be ‘fist-pumps’. No clichés, no sticky sentences.
    Overused words: watch/notice/observe/very (remove 2), have (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 62.0

    55. The Warmup
    A really nice story, but in my opinion, sentences like the third and fourth that have no active verb, weakens a story. Some sentences are fine with no active verb, as you use them as a statement.
    Editor: Removed ‘down’ in “dropped down between his shoulders”. Replace “starts to increase” with ‘increases’. Add a comma after ‘back’ in “head tilted back ready to”.
    No clichés, overused words or sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 84.2

    56. The Gang-Bang
    There is something immensely beautiful about watching the one you love being pleasured by others, and you have managed to capture it in this story. Nice!
    Editor: Remove ‘completely’ in “you completely beyond”. Remove ‘that’ in “so much so that I”.
    These two sentences were flagged as sticky sentences: “You were beautiful, possessed by the abandon of being the plaything for these three men. You were turned on, so much so that I had lost any pretense of detachment.”
    Overused words: was/were (remove 3).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 89.6

    57. Brief Encounter
    This is a lovely encounter, as if you have been left into their world for just a moment. Beautiful story.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘jolt’ in “a sudden jolt the train”. Add a comma after ‘slow’ in “in slow deliberate strokes”. In “an seeming act” ‘an’ should be ‘a’. Add a comma after ‘window’ in “the window and I follow”.
    Sticky sentence: “And yet all I am left with is the sweet burn of their after-image.” – removing “And yet all” removes the stickiness.
    Overused words: see/saw (remove 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 86.6

    58. Cleaning Lady
    I love that last line, revealing she knew she was being watched, and maybe wanted to be watched. Great, sexy story!
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘us’ in “Best for all of us I suppose”. Add a comma after the first word in “Startled I turned”. Add a comma after ‘flushed’ in “and flushed I stumbled”. Add a comma after ‘met’ in “our eyes met she smelled”. Add a comma after ‘in’ in “Peeking in I found”. “Lunchbreak” is two words. Add a comma after ‘mess’ in “a mess and I quickly”.
    Sticky sentence: “A few minutes later she came out as if nothing happened.” (remove ‘A few’.
    Overused words: initial -ing (remove 2).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 69.8

    59. Sadiq Comes Home
    Compersion is such a beautiful thing! I love this story, love the love in it. The open end of the story, however, can change this to the beginning scene of a longer story.
    Editor: No clichés or sticky sentences. Overused words: had (remove 2), could (remove 1), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 83.9

    60. Five O’Cock Shadow
    This is a really original idea for a masturbation/voyeur story!
    Editor: Remove ‘start to’ in “herself start to moisten”. Change ‘started to trace’ to ‘traced’ in “she slowly started to trace her clit”. Remove ‘made sure to’ in “she made sure to put on”.
    Sticky sentence: “Kiera was the first to get dressed and head to the bathroom, while Dave snuck around front and pretended to just get home.” Change to: “Kiera got dressed and headed to the bathroom, while Dave snuck around front and pretended to just get home.”
    Overused words: was/were (remove 3), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 4), knew/know (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 80.2

    61. Stick Shift
    One has to do something when driving on a long road, right? Sexy story!
    Editor: No clichés, no sticky sentences and no overused words. Well done!
    Flesch Reading Ease: 90.5

    62. The Tutorial
    In this story it works perfectly to change from one perspective to the other, paragraph to paragraph. A nice story and a sexy tutorial.
    Editor: Remove comma in: “her sigh, and light moan”. Remove ‘over’ in “looked over at him with”.
    Overused words: could (remove 2), watch/notice/observe/very (remove 1), look (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 76.1

    63. Madam Debouviour’s Tea House
    A nice story, with a nice setting, but the “Oh yes friends” sort of surprised me at the end, and made me go back to the beginning of the story, wanting to see whether you addressed the audience earlier too. It’s not wrong, it just surprised me.
    Editor: Remove comma in “a colossal, brute of”. Add comma after ‘britches’ in “his britches revealing”. Add a comma after ‘watches’ in “and she watches mesmerised”. No clichés, no sticky sentences.
    Overused words: -ly adverb (remove 3), initial – ing (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 69.2

    64. Downward Dog
    I like the setting for this story, and the title fits in more ways than one. I think you could have removed the first paragraph, incorporated what you have written there in a shorter way in the second and then made the masturbation/voyeur scene somewhat longer.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘woman’ in “kissed a woman but the”. Remove ‘that’ in “smile told me that she knew”. The first sentence is flagged as a sticky sentence, because of the dialogue part of it.
    Overused words: have (remove 1), smell/taste (remove 1).
    Flesch Reading Ease: 88.0

    65. Office Orgasms
    A nice story, but I feel there was something missing, but can’t quite determine what it is.
    Editor: Add a comma after ‘hand’ in “meet her hand her body writhing”. Potential cliché: “hard and fast”. No sticky sentences and no overused words.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 66.3

    66. Hunter In The Wildwood
    Gosh, this is brilliant writing. It’s like a poem, disguised as prose. I really like this story. From the beginning you lure your reader with your words, in the end making them disappear under the water with your characters.
    Editor: Replace the comma with ‘;’ in “been stalking, now there”.
    No sticky sentences, no overused words, no clichés.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 78.7

    67. The Scientific Method
    An interesting approach for the assignment. When I read ‘The Experimenter’, I had to go back to see if I have missed it earlier in the story. Did you mean the machine or was their another person watching besides The Researcher?
    Editor: Remove comma in “and then suddenly, vanished”. Change “began to writhe” to ‘writhed’, and remove ‘began to’ in “monitor began to beat”.
    No clichés, no overused words and no sticky sentences.
    Flesch Reading Ease: 67.0

  20. First let me say that this third round wasn’t easy.
    As a reader I struggled to find out exactly what was asked.
    But there are some really interesting stories amongst here. I enjoyed this a lot. Well done all.
    Here follows feedback to a few.

    13) 60-SECOND SHOW
    Well, well … I must admit I am absolutely amazed by this! I love how this is written. I feel the urgency and the seconds. Passing by too quickly. There is not enough time … nor words … I’m thrilled … and I feel her lust and need to hurry though it is only described through his eyes.
    Perhaps I ought to have doubts … is this what the assignment was about ?
    I decide. This is excitingly excellent. I like it! Well done!!

    21) VOYEUR INDULGENCE
    This!!! I would say. Assignment : A+
    Finally a story from the eyes of a voyeur.
    Hidden. Deliberately watching … and excited … knowing exactly what details to spot … and how to describe them. Erotic and all the fantasies neatly wrapped around. I like it.
    Then … What ?!
    However clever the idea about the perfect placement of the mirror is, it disappoints me. Why not let her be watched by another? Assignment …?
    But very nicely composed and well written piece of smut.

    38) HAVE AN AWAY DAY
    This is a wonderful little teenage story. And so extraordinary well written I am beyond words to wholly say how much I liked this.
    The embarrassment but yet arousal the voyeur feels is excellently described.
    Not daring still can’t help himself but to watch. I find this to be dealing with the assignment very well, and I must add that this assignment wasn’t all that easy, my opinion. This is extremely well done, and let me say yet again, Oh’ it is written so skilfully . This is brilliant! It made me shiver. Well done, (applauding), I adore this one.

    53) WORKING LATE
    The way this is told … my sincerest compliments.
    How his thoughts, dreams and wishes are all mirrored by her movements even though he can’t see it properly.
    But he’s there and he watch her… wants her (at least in that very moment.)
    That is what makes this stand out, what makes his arousal credible. What makes this complete. I would however preferred to not know about her being the CEO nor am I interested in their names at this point, especially considering there’s a word limit. I would rather have had more of his thoughts. They are beautifully written.
    So… assignment… completed. This is delightful and I admit it is definitely erotic!!! Well done indeed.

    57) BRIEF ENCOUNTER
    Reading this. I was immediately on a train. Sitting and watch other’s lives pass by outside the window and fantasise. Who doesn’t like to do that? This is an excellent idea for a story.
    However … despite how well this is described and the assignment fulfilled.
    I miss something. There’s a voyeur but not as much a voyeur as I would have liked.
    The voyeur is understandably curious but seemingly unaffected by the scenario. I would have liked a bit of stir … some erotic tension, not only the masturbation seen put into words … the little twist that there are two is clever though. But to only crane the neck once the train moves on … that is not the reaction I would have liked to read. I want to know what went through the voyeurs mind.
    However, despite all this I like this story. There’s something about it that speaks to me and how it is written. Well done.

    Good luck to you all.

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  21. Apologies that this is not particularly useful feedback, more of just what stories I liked, and what struck me about them.

    9 – liked the setting of this story, captured the mood of the moment quite well.
    29 – this one made me laugh, well-described and full credit for a very unique setting.
    35 – liked how the main character tried to ‘go big’ when she got busted, only to her own embarrassment, though the open ending does leave something to the imagination.
    46 – hot setting, described well with a funny tagline as well at the end, one of my favourite pieces.
    51 – whew, hot! Very realistic and descriptive, with a naughty promise at the end!
    53 – I might be partial to stories in the workplace setting, quite enjoyed this.
    54 – another one that captured the reality of life currently, wish my neighbours were that kinky! The 20 seconds of hand washing reference made me laugh.
    57 – powerfully stark and visual piece which says a lot without necessarily going into flowery prose.
    63 – seemingly set in a different era, captures the essence of the time with a wickedly naughty premise.

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