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Smut Marathon 2019—Don’t Forget to Enter!!!

This is the second time I am entering the Smut Marathon! I did not get as far as I would have liked the last time–but I am excited!!! My lovely friend Marie Rebelle runs it, and that is all I need to say–I will let Marie say the rest!


The Smut Marathon 2019

 

I am delighted that Leonora has invited me to tell you more about the Smut Marathon. I am sure the 2018 edition has not gone unnoticed, but I still want to tell you all about it.

 

What is the Smut Marathon?

 

The Smut Marathon is a writing competition that has the likes of a marathon. When you sign up for it, you have to be prepared to be writing for ten different assignments, starting at the end of January and only stopping at the end of November. But, don’t worry, you have more than enough time to write for each assignment, and they start out short and grow longer the further in the competition we are, and the less writers there is. You see, the Smut Marathon is a knock-out race. Only at the end of the first, third and fifth round no writers are knocked out, but in all the other rounds writers have to leave the marathon when they have the least votes from the public and jury combined. Those votes are cast by the public and jury, not knowing who the authors of the stories are.

 

What kind of assignments do you get?

 

Assignments are different every year. Some assignments might sound similar, like when I ask the writers to include a certain amount of dialog in their stories, or when I give the first sentence of a story and ask the writers to take it from there. Sometimes you might like an assignment, and sometimes not, but I encourage everyone to write for an assignment regardless. You might just surprise yourself and discover new things in your writing.

 

You might want to look through the different rounds of the Smut Marathon 2018 to see what kind of assignments you can expect.

 

What’s in it for you?

 

Fun!

 

To me that is the one thing I want you all to have, even though I do know that the competition element is there too. Approach the Smut Marathon as a positive, fun experience and I promise you, it will be just that! Furthermore, you will learn more about yourself and about your writing.

 

Other than this, I contact sponsors for prizes for the writers who reach the final and end in the first, second and third place. When a marathon starts, I have no idea who the sponsors will be, but try to have a couple of prizes for each. Last but not least, all writers have a chance of being published in the annual Smut Marathon anthology, which will be published by Sexy Little Pages. We are working hard on the first one!

 

So what do you have to do now?

 

Sign up for the Smut Marathon 2019 (http://smut.rebelsnotes.com/2018/12/sm-2019-entries/) of course. Come on, challenge yourself! Yes, there might be a chance you drop out at the end of the second round, but then at least you have tried. However, you might surprise yourself and make it to the final round, or even win the 2019 edition. How cool would that be!

 

I look forward to see your entries appear in my inbox! Be quick, before you know it’s the 20th of January 2019 and then the entries close. Enter today!

 

Much love to all.

Filling the Void (A Meme Combo)

Jeanne was restless.

She knew Terrence was away for business, but she missed him so much she went to his apartment and slept in his bed. His scent would be have to be enough to fill her.

It had been a long day, picking up Sabrina at the airport and then Eliza posting Harry’s bail for a crime that none of them could not believe he had committed.

Sabrina loved him enough to go home with him, and Rafe trusted Eliza enough to allow her to help a friend of hers like that.

Jeanne curled up into a ball. She was alone in the massive bed, her hand between her legs to lull her. That was what you wanted when you were in bed alone. Thinking hard about the man who gave you comfort when he was in bed with you.

When she heard the door click, she jerked her hand from between her legs and looked up. Her heart raced, and then—

Terrence?

She thought it and said it at the same time.

He was taken aback.

“Jeanne?”

“I missed you.”

No points could be given for their technical skill that night. Terrence slowly loosened his tie, and undid the buttons of his shirt.

She was already naked.

He unbuckled his belt, and she enjoyed the combination of shadows and his actual flesh bared to her. There was something of a horseshoe shape on the ceiling, as his belt lassoed away from them when he tossed it. Jeanne got wetter as his weight dipped the mattress, and he covered her. He kissed her neck, and she closed her eyes to take in the sensation of his lips. They were a little chapped she was sure from the dryness of the airplane cabin, but felt nice touching her skin. She was embarrassed when he slipped a finger between her legs, and she could hear the squelching of her wetness as he did. He moved his finger more because it seemed to have the opposite effect on him.

What they did after was so intimate and lazy. Nothing for the textbooks, but exactly what she wanted.

Her man deep inside her, filling the void that she had anticipated that night.

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Masturbation Monday No. 228 — Flight via @_LittleSBitch

The four of them got into the car, Sabrina sat next to Harry.

Silent.

They had driven from JFK to the police station. Sabrina had pressed her head to the bars of the cell and looked at Harry there. She wanted to believe he was innocent, she knew what Damaris was like. Damaris had set up Gui, she knew who Damaris was but now that it was Harry she was filled with doubt about him.

He had spent the night with Damaris, which bothered her more than anything else. Another woman was one thing…

And now Damaris was in a hospital bed clinging to life, and Harry was the main suspect. He was the last person to see her vital, and the angry texts on her phone showed he had motive to cause her harm.

“I did not do it,” Harry had said behind the bars.

Eliza had paid his bail after she asked her husband. A minor amount for them, a fortune for Sabrina. Jeanne sat next to her sister in the car across from them, and Sabrina and Harry got out at their apartment.

Harry was even more silent than usual.

I did not do it, was his mantra when he did speak.

Sabrina nodded, and walked outside after a while.

She needed a moment.

She went to their neighborhood bar, and she wondered what people, regulars thought seeing her there alone without him? She felt vulnerable and as if she had conjured him up, Graham walked in and sat beside her.

There was nothing for him to say—he always knew everything. He wiped unexpected tears from her cheek, and pulled her close to him. She trembled into his arms, and he walked her heaving body to the bathroom.

Heaving and lachrymose, she got into a stall where Graham pulled her close and kissed her so hard but she could not feel it.

She was numb.

He lifted her chin up, and kissed her again.

“Keep your eyes open,” he murmured as he kissed her and without removing any of her clothing touched all of her hot spots. She burst like a supernova. “I can take you away from here if that is what you want.”

Sabrina stared at him, her eyes wide and ready to take flight. He bit her neck, and she took flight figuratively.

She wanted to go away.

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gorgeous woman taking flight via Little Switch Bitch

Quartet — Four Memes in One

Before

Damaris sleepily crawled on top of him, Harry was still mostly asleep–though he had been thinking about picking up Sabrina from the airport later. Bed with Damaris was different than with Sabrina. Damaris smelled alluring, she oozed sensuality and danger. She slithered on him like a snake, straddled his hips and pushed him into her. There was nothing for him to say. He was hard and she was doing all the things to rouse him. She rode him like a demon, at one point he looked up at her and she looked sad like a spectre. But when he touched her to see if his hand would go through her it did not. She was warm and soft to his touch. Her eyes however wandered, and then latched onto his like she had found something she had long been looking for.

After

Damaris stood on the rooftop an ornate glass with amber fluid in her hand. Harry had had to leave work early to find her. Damaris had gotten all of his information in the hotel room. He had ignored texts from her at work, thinking there was not going to be anything else between them. She had just been married and lost her husband–how could she have gotten attached to him so quickly? When he saw the video of her looking drugged on his phone, he had not been sure what to do. When he got to the hotel she was on the rooftop unresponsive. He called the front desk, and told them his friend was not responsive. At that point, he knew he was not going to be able to pick up Sabrina. He knew he was going to have to have some minor questioning at the police station.

Harry rested his head against the bars of the holding cell–he had not known just how long he was going to be detained…

Very late–but better than never!–I present last week’s Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, Friday Flash and Kink of the Week.

image via Molly Moore

Vignette

Eliza drove with Jeanne to JFK to pick up her friend Sabrina, who was currently in a bar at the airport because her boyfriend was not able to pick her up. He was working late he told her, but he would see her in their apartment as soon as she got there.
Sabrina looked like a retro femme fatale. She wore a vintage dress, and her hair was done up in an old-fashioned style, but she looked terribly modern. With her drink in her hand, Sabrina stared at Eliza. Eliza wondered what she thought about her, before Sabrina looked at the bartender who she obviously had around her little finger and gestured to what she was drinking and the two women who approached her.
Jeanne hugged Sabrina immediately, Sabrina looked at Eliza and smiled.
“You must be Eliza,” Sabina said, and Eliza nodded as she extended her hand. Nice to meet you.”
Within moments, the three women were sitting at the bar with their Old Fashioneds
“Harry could not come pick me up because he was at work, and I understand that but I really wanted to see my man…” she said. “I was in London all of this time, comforting my friend Gui.”
“Comforting?” Jeanne said taking a sip of her Old Fashioned, and eyeing her friend closely.
Sabrina took a huge gulp of her Old Fashioned and used her form of sign language for the bartender to give her another.
“Well yes, I slept with him but it was not a big deal. It was something that happened. We have an open relationship,” Sabrina said, eyeing Eliza.
Eliza nodded.
“I had an open relationship with my husband before we were married, but at the moment neither of us is seeing anyone else. I was the last women he saw in addition to a primary woman. But he and I ended up getting married.”
“Oh,” Sabrina said, cradling her just handed to her by the whipped bartender Old Fashioned.
“Yes, we were supposed to get married for years, and then we broke up. He got engaged to another woman, and then we got back together and we got married.”
Eliza felt the warmth in her cheeks as she talked about her recent marriage. She was not sure that she and Rafe were not going to see anyone else ever again, but for now, they scorched their sheets only with each other.
The warmth came to her face, as she thought about how Rafe had made her almost late to the getting in the car with Jeanne. He had held her arms up over her head and tied her to the bedpost, while he kissed and licked her until she begged him to stop. He lapped her up like milk, and she cried out because it felt too good. When she begged him to stop, he pinched her nipples and she cried out.
“Stop please,” she purred, and he would not. She still throbbed between her legs and crossed and uncrossed them as the little vignette went through her mind…
“Well, I can tell you a story too…” Sabrina smiled, and her smile looked the cat that had lapped up all the milk…

More Masturbation Monday here, and more Wicked Wednesday here! Happy New Year! This is the first time that Eliza and Sabrina have met–read my next post for Sabrina’s saucy story!!!

image via Marie Rebelle

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I Make a Confession on the Sisters In Smut Blog…

This week is my week to write over at the Sisters In Smut blog. In case you do not know about us, we are everywhere! When you stop by to read my post, make sure you take a look around!

In my post, I make a confession! Read it here!

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Flash and Fleur Friday No. 29 –Tulle

Jeanne stood on the terrace looking at the New York skyline. They were so high up, they could look into the other boroughs. She stood there with a cocktail holding Eliza’s hand.
“Thanks for inviting me and Terrence,” she said to her sister.
Eliza squeezed her hand as a way of a response.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rafe who smiled and held up his phone.
“Is it okay if I use the image for Instagram?”
 Eliza turned and looked at her husband and smiled broadly, before she looked at Jeanne.
Jeanne nodded.
“Thank you, you are the prettiest ladies here so I had to take a picture!”
He walked over to the two of them, his arm instantly going about Eliza’a waist. He thrust his phone at both of them. The picture only showed their silhouettes framed by the skyline and their held hands. The caption read:
rafehughes The loveliest two women here tonight, one happens to be my wife @elizamort—the loveliest woman of all!
Jeanne felt a tear come to her eye, as she gave Rafe back his phone and picked up hers to reply. She thrust her phone into his hands.
Rafe smiled, and showed the phone to Eliza who smiled back at him.
Jeanne had replied:
jeannembordeau You are the loveliest couple I know!!! <3
Terrence walked over to them, and Jeanne immediately pressed herself to him.
“You look beautiful,” he breathed against the shell of her ear.
Jeanne looked up at him on tiptoes, and he cradled her tulle covered backside in his hands. His body warm against hers, Jeanne wanted to be alone with him, but she knew they would have to wait.
It was much later in the back of the car home, Terrence’s hand burning between her legs like his cock would in moments, that she saw the picture of their tulle-filled embrace not on Rafe’s Instagram but under the hashtag for the party.

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times square ball via wikipedia

Wicked Wednesday #343 — Festivities

Eliza had not been making a lot of public appearances, but this was a big one. She was not necessarily up for all of the festivities, but she wanted to support Rafe in his new role at his company. He had been a partner forever but now he was the CIO, and she was terribly proud of him.
She wanted to show him off, and decided to invite her sister and her boyfriend. Jeanne arrived and though she always looked elegant, she looked extraordinarily so and Terrence looked besotted beside her.
Eliza saw her own reflection with Rafe, and she felt that they looked like the most attractive couple there. But she had to admit that it was weird to see Terrence look at someone else the way he used to look at her, even more so to see him look at her sister like that.
Jeanne was flushed with pleasure, under his gaze and Eliza smiled at them.
Rafe was with her, and holding her hand and showing her off all night and Eliza loved that! But she kept an eye on the couple close to their side.
Terrence had his hand on the small of Jeanne’s back, and Jeanne looked up at him with adoring eyes. They looked picture perfect, Eliza could not help but note the soft eyes her sister placed on her—happy she had invited them to celebrate with them.
“Thank you again Eliza,” Jeanne said taking her hand, and the two of them in the reflection of the floor to ceiling windows gave Eliza shivers.
“Thank you for coming.”
Later it was Terrence who looked at Eliza with weary eyes. She had walked over to him when Jeanne went to the bathroom.
“Thank you for inviting us,” he said, and Eliza nodded.
She remembered having a fever for him, she also remembered letting him go because loving him hurt too much and made her think of things she did not want to think about. Lila, how she almost lost Rafe forever.
“Sure,” she said.
“I miss you Eliza, I miss being friends. Maybe someday…”
“Maybe,” she answered and walked away not wanting Jeanne to think she had cornered him.
Had she ever been friends with him really? Jeanne had been friends with him, and then more and it was fitting that Jeanne returned to him with her gloved hand and looked up at him like the fairy princess.

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Masturbation Monday No. 255 — Floral

Harry backed up against the wall, his hands settled on Damaris’s hips. She looked in his eyes, and kissed his neck over and over, chewing on his skin which aroused him beyond arousal.
“You have always been so nice to me, no one else…would be like you are being to me. If they saw me,” she said nibbling on his neck.
“Everything I know about you is something that someone told me. That is why I asked you to tell me your story,” he replied, pulling her hips to him.
She unbuttoned his shirt, and licked his neck where she has nibbled. His hands moved from her hips and cradled her breasts. She felt warm and soft, like she was melting in his hands. The scent of sandalwood on her body and around her made him want more from her. His kisses all over her body turned to bites, and she asked him harder, harder.
“Draw blood, I need to feel it harder,” she whispered with her eyes closed.
Harry wanted to bite her, but he knew the primal way he felt he could lose his mind and he did not want to do that. He was so hard, he knew he had to be inside her quickly—there was no time to wait.
“Get on the bed. Do you have condoms?”
“Let me put it on you,” she said as she rolled on her side, and took condoms out of the drawer beside the bed. “I know how to do it without my hands.”
“No, maybe you can show me that another time.”
Damaris handed him the condom, and she touched herself. She was still wet and he could hear the clicking of her wetness as she played with herself. He heard the wetness of her break when he thrust into her. She looked into his eyes, and looked so vulnerable as she caressed his body, kissed his chest and moved under him like she was greedy for everything even though he was giving it to her.
“Harder,” she whispered hoarsely. “I need it harder to believe it.”
Harry stopped altogether, and looked at her. Her eyes were wet and vulnerable.
He kissed her.
“I can barely keep my hands off of you, I want to grind you through this bed, but I also want to savor you. Let me do this the way I want to, I know what I am doing—you have seen that.” Damaris nodded, and he entered her again. He grabbed her breasts, and she arched up but he smacked her hip so she would not move. “Spread your legs wider.”
She looked at him and spread her legs wider, putting her hands between her legs and opened herself up to him. She looked like a flower, and he thrusted in and out of her until he felt her wrap her arms about him and she moved with him. He felt that she was having sex with him finally and not trying to manipulate him with her body.
Harry pulled her close to him. Her body melted against his, and he felt himself melt with her.

 

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Fleur Friday No. 28 — Rosy

Jeanne picked up roses for her apartment, on the way to dinner with Karys. She was mildly tipsy because she has been drinking wine for so long with her sister, but she was happy that that had happened. 

Karys stood up to kiss her, and they both sat down.

“So?” she asked, and took a sip of her wine. “How did things go with Eliza?”
“Fine,” Jeanne answered. “We drank a lot of wine, and we talked and everything was fine. We are supposed to have brunch in a few weeks. She is going to Paris with her new husband.”
“I know, I read it in the daily news.”

Jeanne smiled, Karys did not know who her sister was until she had told her but she followed her the same way that she had before they were even knew they were sisters. Eliza and Rafe were not in the news all of the time, but they were there enough that they seemed like celebrities.

“I saw it in the paper too, but Eliza told me the details today while we were together.”

“Like a sister.”

“Like a sister.”

“I guess she will take my place, you will go to all of her events and be with her and get caught up in her life and I won’t see you anymore. Last supper?”

“Not a chance, not even if you wanted it!”

Karys was not her closest thing to a sister anymore, but she was her best friend without a doubt. They had been best friends forever, even including a brief period when they were exploring their sexuality and tried each other on for size. They realized that was not who they were. They were just the best of friends and would always be. Their level of intimacy did not need to include anything more than that.

“Good!”

“You should meet Eliza, we all have to plan something. We have to start mixing worlds, and I told her all about you and Sabrina. So we will all meet. I am supposed to meet her friends too. I already know her husband so…”

“Sure it will be nice to meet her.”

Nodding, Jeanne wondered what it would be like to merge their worlds. What it was going to be like to expand their worlds?

More Fleur Friday here, you can read more about Eliza here.

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roses via wikipedia