Smut Marathon 2014: Round 2

I survived round 1 of the Smut Marathon 2014 and on 24 February I received my assignment for round 2:

I want you to peruse the opening lines offered in last month’s challenge and choose one (but not the one you wrote, of course, because that would be too easy). Write me a 250-word start to a story using your chosen line. (You don’t have to write me a whole story. I know how hard short-shorts can be.)

The deadline for this was 22 March.

I copied all the entries of the other participants to my working file and then just left it. Eroticon 2014 was about to happen and I had enough time to write my piece after the conference.

Eventually I eliminated the pieces I knew I would not work with and the following sentences remained:

  • The branch creaked under the weight of her suspended body as he ran his fingers from her tethered wrists to her naked stomach. (By Beck Fletcher)
  • When Colleen first showed up at the Tuesday munch I dismissed her as a dabbler, a recent divorcée ticking off boxes on her sexual adventure bucket list who would go running back to Nillatown at her first encounter with real pain. (By CJ Lemire)
  • It’s because of the way she behaves that I’ve cuffed her to the towel rack for the second time this week. (By Jade A. Waters)

 

Eventually I submitted this piece for round 2:

The branch creaked under the weight of her suspended body as he ran his fingers from her tethered wrists to her naked stomach. His fingers continued down a naked leg and up the other, avoiding the sensitive parts he knew she needed to have touched. He smelled her arousal; knew she was wet. She moaned and writhed in her restraints, unable to speak with the gag fixed tightly in her mouth. Fingers closed around her left breast and squeezed. Her eyes grew wider as the pain increased. A moan escaped from behind the gag. His fingers released her flesh, only to move over to the other side, hurting and bruising her right breast. Holding her gaze with his eyes, he moved his hand towards her wet center. His wide-spread fingers pushed into her red pubic curls. Slowly forming a fist, he clutched the short hairs between his fingers and pulled. A muffled scream formed around the gag as she unsuccessfully tried to arch her back. He held on until the scream died down and the writhing stopped. Still looking at him, she breathed heavily as her body and mind accepted the pain and surrendered. His clenched fingers opened as her body relaxed and turning his hand ever so slightly he slipped a finger into her wetness.

typemachineThe voting poll started on 26 March and ended on midnight on 30 March. Results were announced on 31 March and I am proud to say that I shared the first place with two other authors. I think this is the first time I have reached the first place in the race. I cannot remember achieving this in the 2013 Smut Marathon. Thanks for those who voted and I look forward to the assignment for round 3.

© Rebel’s Notes

This post ties in with the A-Z Blogging Challenge
F = First

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