Smut Marathon 2013 – Round 4

The challenge for round 4 of the Smut Marathon II read as follows:

Please write one page of dialogue between a character who placed one of the personal ads AND someone who responded to the ad. You can choose your own this time, or choose another writer’s creation.

You don’t have to pen only dialogue, but I’d love the pieces to be dialogue rich. A page is approximately 250 words. Come in anywhere under 300.

This time I chose my own piece to continue with. To refresh your memories, this is the personal ad that I have written for round 3:

Can you tame and control me? I am a twenty-seven year old, tall, independent, hardworking, lustful female mechanic. Long, black hair. Blue eyes. B cup. Round ass. Womanly curves. Discretely placed, brightly-colored dragon tattoos on one arm. Former farm girl who grew up with seven brothers. Testosterone dominates my working day, but I need a different kind of domination to feel complete. My working clothes are oil-stained dungarees but I long for beautiful dresses and stockings, sexy lingerie and high-heeled shoes. Are you the thirty something man who can control me and dares to replace the smell of engine oil and diesel with the scent of intense desire, as I kneel in front of you, awaiting your orders? Mail me.

And this is the piece I sent in for round 4:

Aimee nervously fidgeted with the top button on her white blouse. This was not the first time she would meet Mark in person, but this time was going to be different, he promised. She was startled when she felt a warm hand softly touching her shoulder.

“Stop that,” Mark’s beautiful baritone voice sounded.
“Yes sir,” Aimee said and instantly dropped her hands to her sides.
“Follow me.”
Aimee followed him on her high heels and hoped her black stockings did not show from under the short black skirt she was wearing. Mark entered a four star hotel through the revolving doors and walked to the couches in the corner. Aimee followed.
“Sit,” he said as he took place on the couch against the window. Aimee sat down on the edge of the recliner across from him, her back to the bigger part of the hotel lobby.
“Spread your legs.”
Aimee looked around and hesitated.
“Spread. Now.”

She remembered their conversations. Their commitment. Her commitment. Her wants. Her needs. Her safe word. Her desires. The trust. The words: keep your eyes on me. She focused and slowly spread her legs. Her crotch was bare. If someone happened to look in from the street, they would see her. No one behind her could.

“Touch yourself.”
This time she did not hesitate. Her hand slipped between her legs.
“That’s good. Are you wet?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Show me.”
Aimee spread her labia. Mark smiled
“Push a finger in.”
Her eyes were fixed on his face as she did.
“Suck it,” Mark spoke again.
Aimee stuck her middle finger in her mouth and tasted herself. Her legs were still spread, inviting him in.
“Good girl.”
She took his outstretched hand and followed him to the front desk of the hotel.

The deadline for the dialogue was Friday, 26 July. Voting started on Saturday, 27 July and ended on Wednesday 31 July at midnight. I am happy to say that I am through to the fifth round of the Smut Marathon II.

The results of the voting

 

I even shared a third place with two other writers. Thanks for those of you who have voted for my story!

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