Top Five Percent

Another flash for a contest over at Trollop With A Laptop. This puppy came in first out of seven scrumptious entries. Thanks to all who voted!

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"Suzy and I figured it out yesterday." I trailed my fingers across your crotch. "Out of all the partners I've had, only a small per cent have ever given me mind blowing orgasms. And I find that sad."


You nodded. "So do I." Your voice was husky as you shifted closer to me on the couch, leaning in to nuzzle my ear. "What exactly WAS the percentage?"


"Five." The number came out softly, as your hand reached between my thighs. I sighed, my head falling backwards. "I mean, it's not like I've had horrible, selfish lovers. They all made me come, one way or another." My pussy twitched as I said 'come'. "But toe-curling, atom splitting orgasms? Very few were generous that way."


I felt your finger on my clit, which was suddenly slippery. My legs spread wider, very aware that we were both naked in the middle of my living room. But as you slid two fingers into me, I didn't care. I moaned as you slowly fucked me, your tongue abrading my right nipple.


My breath came in one long shudder, as I fought for words. "I mean, shouldn't every woman expect to come so hard she passes out every time she fucks?"


You stopped all your attentions. "Oh I totally agree with you." Confused, I almost whined. "So why did you stop?"


Kneeling between my legs, you spread my lips with your fingers. "Honey, prepare for unconsciousness. Because I'm gonna give til it hurts."



©2010

A new and exciting challenge....

Not a sex post, but one that is appropriate to post here, due to the readers I get on this blog.

I am going back to school. Well, at least that's the plan. I need to get financing in order for it, and then apply.

I am going to get my certificate in Publishing. And it is thanks to a few wonderful individuals that I met on the wonderful world wide web that I am even considering it.

However, I am TERRIFIED. I never was good in school. I was smart enough, but I hated the homework, and the classroom boundaries. And never having gone through any post secondary education, I'm wondering how I'll hold up. I haven't been in a classroom in seventeen years. I haven't had homework in that long.

But I need to do something with my life. And I love writing. But I want to help give new authors a voice.

Just like one of the women who inspired me to be here. You all know her, you all love her. Ms. Alison Tyler. She's not only one hell of a writer, but her efforts allow those of us who would normally only dream about being published, to be read by millions of people. Just check her anthology sales - her record speaks for itself.

And even when she's going through her own personal hell, she manages to focus and still produce work for us to enjoy. She still runs contests, keeps us updated, and promotes writers and Etsy artists that she finds and enjoys. She's a generous individual who gives of herself continuously. She pumps up people's egos, encourages others and is just the type of person that we all should aspire to be.

Through her blog I have discovered some incredible writers. Sommer Marsden, Jeremy Edwards, Violet Blue, Kristina Lloyd, Janine Ashbless, Madelynne Ellis, Portia Da Costa, are just a few of the amazing authors that I've discovered since finding my way to Alison's blog. They are all completely inspiring, funny, down to earth people who love what they do, and they do it well.

But, if it wasn't for one particular person, I definitely wouldn't have found my way here. We were brought together through our love of particular music acts - Styx and Lawrence Gowan.

It's all thanks to Dayle Dermatis - a.k.a Andrea Dale, Sarah Dale and one half of Sophie Mouette, and a former Lustie - that I am here. I met Dayle online years ago, and back in 2007 we met in person at Styxfest here in Orillia, Ontario. And we hit it off. She had written a book I'm sure most of you on here have already read - and if not what the hell is taking you so long? - called A Little Night Music. She directed me to Lust Bites (I'm sure some of you remember that lovely blog) and that in turn led me to Alison, and everyone else.


I've been writing since I was old enough to string a sentence together, but only ever dreamed of being published. I didn't even have a clue on how to go about it. But then Alison really enjoyed a piece I wrote for one of her posts, and included it in her anthology Frenzy.

And getting that contract in the mail was one of the best feelings in the world - second to actually SEEING my "name" in print. When I held a copy of Frenzy in my hands, I felt like I could take on the world.

And I want to help give others that feeling.

So, to all of you who've read what I've written, commented on it, voted for one of my pieces on Alison's site, or just responded to me in general, THANK YOU. Because you've contributed too.

Now, here's hoping for the best.

Sleep Invasion

Produced for another contest by Miss Alison Tyler, this 250 word piece had to feature the words pink, glowing, and tart.
 

The contest is still ongoing. But I don’t believe that posting this here will influence the voters in any way. There are six scrumptious pieces up and the writing is just delectable! In my opinion, the readers are the winners in this.

Enjoy!




You came to me in a dream…

I stood, wrists lashed together behind me with silken scarves. Dressed in a cotton candy pink demi bra and thong, my neck encased in a ruffled collar. I felt like a strawberry tart, and the wetness pooling between my thighs made up the creamy center. I stared into the void, shoulders back, legs spread, at ease in military form.

I sensed, rather than heard you behind me. Felt the change in the air as you spoke, your breath hot on my ear. “Did you think of me last night?” Your voice, soft and low, made me squirm. I nodded, and winced as I was slapped on the ass with what I assumed was a riding crop. "Yes sir." Voice reverent, it was what you wanted to hear.

Another strike with the crop. “Oh, your ass is glowing nicely. Did you touch yourself,” you hissed “while imagining my fingers, my tongue?” I nodded, biting on my lip as the strap was brought down again. “Could you feel my thick cock?” I nodded again. “Yes sir.” I whispered.

Your hand shot out, grabbing my ponytail. “Did. You. Come?” I nodded again as my head was jerked backwards. Your free hand slipped down my panties, one finger between my folds into the heat. You slid it up, touching my clit.

Swallowing my cry, I shattered. Rubbing your finger over my lips so I could taste myself, you kissed me hard.

“Think of me again tonight.”



©2010