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Contest Entry #1 submitted by The Pimpfather:
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It had been a long week at work the stress of the job and the
constant dealing with problems had been just an overwhelming feeling. She was
looking forward to a nice enjoyable weekend alone at home no interruptions no
disturbances she hoped. She arrived home a little after six on Friday night
walked into a quiet house and she thought to herself how much she needed this.
Her dog a small poodle Venus greeted her with a wag of the tail all the stress
finally started to dissipated.
She decided to unwind opened a bottle of white
zinfandel and sit back in a hot bath letting the alcohol and the water take her
mind to a place that all week wasn’t allowed to be. She opened the bottle got a wine glass from
the cupboard and made her way to the bathroom. She reached down pulled the
lever touched the water to make sure that it was the perfect temperature. She
sat the bottle of wine at the head of the tub and slowly started to undo her
six inch heals she had been wearing her job was very demanding her feet were
now free and a relief hit her oh the joy of being alone.
She unzipped the gray skirt that she had worn
that day and in one quick flash it was on the floor exposing her black silk
panties that she was wearing. She pulled
her arms out of her black lace bra slid it around and undid the clasp that held
her c cup breasts firmly in place she thought to herself at last freedom. She took the top of her panties and shimmied
them toward the floor leaving the she kicked her foot and off they flew. She looked down at
her breasts her nipples around the size of a quarter were growing hard the cold
air in the bathroom and the warm feel of water on her foot sent shockwaves
throughout her body. She reached down
poured an ounce of bubble bath into the water watching the foam starting to
increase. She reached over turned her favorite cd on a gentle lowered her ass
into the water. The Warmth overtook her bare bottom again send chills through
her body. She lowered her body deeper
into the water allowing her pussy that had just a small strip of hair to be
completely submerged. The water built up
and overtook her stomach her beautiful breast almost completely under except
for her nipples.
She laid her head back closed her eyes and
the world was now hers. She laid back
and daydreamed about a man she once knew at the time she wasn’t very interested
her career had to come first had she lost her one true chance at love would she
find it again. She membered back to a time where she was happy no stress she
had never been a wild woman but you can say she did experiment of course it was
college weren’t you suppose too.
Since her college days love and lust had
definitely not been on her priority list. She had some relationships but none
every seemed to work out. Her mind wondered back to one experience she had
always wished she had taken full advantage of.
It was her freshmen year of college she had just moved from the small
town to the big city. She was roomed with two other girls one a very attractive
brunette and another not so attractive redhead. They grew close as most
roommates’ do they talked about their boyfriends things they had done and you
know all the typical girls stuff they shared cloths. Many a nights they would
sit talk into the waking hours of the morning.
One night has the sat in a circle on the dorm room floor talking like
the usually do she started to get a sense that the other girls were keeping
something from her they had known each other for years grew up together and
were best friends.
She lay in bed that night wondering what the
two hiding was. She had her mind in over drive.
Then she heard what she could not believe the bed across the room made a
sound she could hear footsteps and then a creek of the other bed. She listened carefully she could hear the
sound of long sensual kisses. Was this really happening was she dreaming she
lay there quietly? The could hear the softness the tenderness the caress of the
two ladies bodies touching. Her pussy
came to life she started to feel a dampness overcome her was this actually
turning her on. She wasn’t a lesbian or even bi-sexual why this happening to
her body was.
She listened harder she
heard what she knew was the sound of their night gowns hitting the floor her
mind was now in overdrive her nipples began to harden her juices were flowing
with greater intensity she had never had these
feeling they were all new to her.
She kept completely quiet and could hear the soft tongue sliding down one
of the girls bodies. She heard a faint moan and one of the girls say shh you
have to be quiet you will wake her not knowing that she was already awake and
very horny herself she wished that she had been invited to their personal
party. She heard the sound of what was
undeniable that of the tongue ravaging a swollen cunt her clit was no doubt
rock hard she was so turned on she had unknowingly taken her panties to her
ankles she was now in full masturbation mode her finger was circling her clit
touching it ever so gentle a flick he a flick there the sensation was
unbelievable. She had never masturbated before she was always taught it was
wrong but if it was wrong why did it feel so good she traced her swollen pussy
lips with her fingers sending shock waves up her spine to her brain full
overload was coming how was she going to hide this she stuck her finger into
her pulsating cunt she could feel the muscle contracting.
She laid the hips flexing in the air eyes
closed only picturing what was going on in the next room. Her thighs tightened
her body shook what was happening to her.
She moved her finger from her swollen pussy and slid it down to her ass
she was saturated her body was sweating with pure excitement. She gently
pressured her finger again her hole pushing it deeper and rubbing her rock hard
swollen clit with the other she could feel an intense build up she stuck her
finger from her clit into her swollen glory hole pulling it out and tasting her
sweet nectar this drove her wild she flipped over put her ass in the air and
started to fuck herself the explosions came one after another her body quaked
every nerve in her body was on sensory overload. She opened her eyes looked down her nipples
were hard she reached into the water her pretty pussy was swollen with
excitement.
She stood up removed the shower head from the wall washed all the
soap off of her body and positioned the shower head were she had learned would
give her the most satisfaction. She
moved the head to the pulsating jet setting turned on the water and prepared
for an orgasm of tremendous explosions the flow of water engulfed her already
swollen cunt.
She lifted her leg onto the ledge and let the
fun begin. It was but to seconds her
clit was pulsating and her pussy was dripping with sweet cum. She reached her hand touched her pussy wiped
her finger through tasted her cum. All
the weeks stress was gone………….
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Contest Entry #2 submitted by Angel~N~Disguise:
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For the most part, each day had become easier to bear;
the grief that had stricken her soul and shredded her heart asunder had muted
to a dull pain that reminded her daily of how very frail life truly was…
But sometimes, as dusk drew to a close and the night
settled in, she could hear faint whispers floating into her bed chambers, as if
the very soul of midnight was breathing her name over and over, beckoning to
her from a shadowy realm she both revered and feared. She didn’t want to think about it…to think
about him…but the murmurs seemed to be laced with a sadness that made her
shiver, even on nights such as this, when the evening had failed to shrug off
the oppressive heat of the midsummer’s day. She felt as if he was close by, his
enchanting voice calling to her, soothing the soul wrenching agony that had
accompanied the news of his demise, and still held captive her aching heart.
She pulled the silken sheets up off the foot of the
trundled bed, trying to shield her nakedness from the cold gloom that swirled
around, threatening to open up her still wounded heart and flood her with an
unshakable sorrow that racked her to the core. She knew her mind was just
playing tricks on her; there was to be no “forever and ever” with him. He was
gone. He was not coming back to her. She had been violated, robbed; the one
thing that meant more to her than life itself had been ripped from her arms,
stolen by the thief who had no name, yet wielded more power than any mortal
man…her lover’s slayer…the angel of death.
“My beautiful, why is your heart so heavy tonight? Do
you not feel me close by? Can you not hear me call your name? Does not the
desire I still hold for you burn bright enough to illuminate these darkest of
nights and bring you some peace?”
Squeezing her eyes closed even tighter, she scooted down
even deeper beneath the covers; the familiar timbre that seemed to fill the
room threatened to unleash the well of tears that never seemed to dry. She
wanted to open them and see him standing there in front of her, a crooked smile
slanted across his beautiful face, barely masking the hints of lust that would oft
fill his sparkling green eyes.
She dared to open her eyes the slightest bit, sensing a
disturbance in the air; unseen movements that sent tiny vibrations across her
skin. She breathed in and her nose was tickled by the faintest scent of lilacs.
Another breath and she recognized more familiar smells; lavender and gardenia;
heliotrope and sweet william; and the rich scent of iris, her most favorite of
all flowers.
She turned to survey the room and was quite startled to
see flowers everywhere. Bouquet after
bouquet filled her dresser top, her bedside table, dotting the window sills and
splashing a rainbow of color across her floor boards. Her lips curled up in a weak
smile as she warmly recalled a similar occurrence not too long ago...
On one of their many long walks she had pointed out all
of the different flowers that grew in and around the kingdom walls. She was
quite impressed with herself, pointing out each blossom by name as they
strolled through the gardens. She
remembered him chuckling at she pranced around barefoot, her raven locks
tumbling down her back, freed from their rigid ties. She darted about, stopping
momentarily to touch a velvety petal and bending close to take in the wonderful
aromas; all so pleasing to the senses, it made her head swim with pleasure.
Taking him for a “typical” man, she had assumed his
attention had been more focused on her bountiful curves and less on the innate
beauty that surrounded him. She could
see the gleam in his eyes as they raked over her uninhibited beauty, hungry for
more than the sensual foreplay Mother Nature was providing...
Several
weeks had passed since then, their walks growing fewer and shorter now that the
King demanded his time be spent training the King’s armies and readying the men. He was such consummate soldier and
disciplined warrior; remaining long after others had retired, honing his skills
and pushing his body beyond its limits. His devotion to his craft had sculpted
his body, every muscle ripped to perfection; yet it plied on his heart to be so
torn between loyalty and love. He would
often slip away, for the briefest of moments, to steal a sweet kiss from her
lips, their bodies aching for more, but denied such pleasure.
One late
evening he came to her room and beckoned her to accompany him for a brief walk,
the summer moon just beginning its ascent across the darkening sky. She recalled
how she pouted at his request, but humored him nonetheless; every second in his
presence, no matter how trivial, rekindled her passion for him. They strolled so leisurely along pebbled
pathways, his eyes dancing in the moonlight as he talked of weapon and war,
that she could not bring herself to hasten their pace. As they returned and drew near to her room,
she remembers being a bit surprised when he withdrew a silken handkerchief and
gently covered her eyes. She had started to protest, but his calming voice had
allayed her uncertainties and replaced them with a tingling of anticipation…
She had held
her breath as he took her by the hand, leading her into her bedchambers and pausing
as he gently latched the door closed.
Once inside she allowed herself to take a small breath and was almost
overcome by the plethora of fragrances that assaulted her senses. He gingerly untied the silk blindfold, his
lips nuzzling her ear, trailing hot little kisses down the side of her
neck.
Before her
lay hundreds upon hundreds of flowers, every corner splayed with bouquets, every
surface filled with enormous vases brimming with the brightest and most
beautiful of blooms. She had felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes took in the
most beautiful “garden” she had ever seen…varieties of orchids that were reserved
for royalty; lilies and lilacs that were the sweetest of perfumes, irises whose
bearded petals glistened in a rainbow of hues.
Garlands of gardenias were draped across the settee, bunches of
daffodils and tulips were piled on and around her dresser, and scattered across
her bed were thousands of velvety red rose petals.
He gently had
tugged at her hand, guiding her over to the chair he had placed next to her
washbasin. She could see the steam rising from the porcelain bowl as he took
the soft washcloth and dipped it into the tepid water. He knelt down and ever
so softly he removed her sandals. His strong hand had slid up behind her calf
as he cradled her foot, and with the utmost of care, he washed the dust from
her soles. He lowered his head and sensually kissed each of her toes, running
his tongue across the sides of her arches, sending tiny bolts of electricity
coursing through her limbs and igniting her to the very core.
He had stood
up to his full height, and bowing regally, he motioned for her to arise and
follow him. She had heeded his command and softly padded behind him, but
stopped momentarily as a wisp of paper caught her eye in one of the bouquets.
She remembered reaching out and finding, in the most eloquent handwriting, the
name of the flower scribed in jet black ink. Curious now, she wandered over to
another vase, and again, in the neatest penmanship was the proper name of the
bloom. She then realized that he had done this with every single variety of
flower and blossom that blanketed her room.
She had felt
his eyes following her every move, and as she turned toward him as the most
delectable smile broke across his well chiseled face. His deep green pools were unable to hide the breadth
of his pleasure or the intensity of his lust that seemed to be bubbling just
below the surface. Her heart almost burst open from the depths of the love she
had felt for the beautiful man standing before her, every fiber in her body
bathed in anticipation of what surely was to follow…
She tiptoed
out of bed, her skin illuminated by the shafts of moon light spilling into her
room. Was she dreaming? Had she passed
that point of no return, insanity now griping her mind, casting her into the
murky realm of in-between? She reached out a timid hand and gently touched the
flowers before her, rolling the silky petals between her fingers, feeling their
smoothness caress her hand. They felt so…so real!
She wandered
over to her dresser, her eyes roving over the blooms and blossoms that almost
completely covered the marble top. As she stood there lost in the moment, more
memories seeped through, so vivid in her mind she could actually feel the
emotion of that day; the intensity of his passion as he made love to her again
and again, bringing her to such ecstasy she could not refrain from screaming
out his name as she rode out their heated waves of lust and desire.
She
remembered how cold the marble felt next to her heated skin when he carelessly
brushed the flowers to the floor and roughly threw her on top, his wickedly
delicious tongue doing things to her she only had dreamed about. She could almost feel her heart pounding as
it did that night when he bent her over the washbasin’s chair, her hands
gripping the sides to keep her balance as he thrust into her from behind, over
and over, their combined release sending shockwaves through her entire being.
Her body
began to quiver as she stood there, alone in the darkness with nothing to cloak
her from the torrent of emotions that coursed through her. Feeling suddenly
overwhelmed, she scurried back to her bed, seeking some respite, some refuge
from the surreal chaos that surrounded her.
Just before slipping back under her cover she glanced to her left; an
antique vase filled with the most beautiful royal irises sat upon her bedside
table like a lone guardian keep watch over her.
She leaned over to inhale their aromatic perfume and saw, tucked among
the leaves, an old and quite tattered piece of parchment. As she unfolded the note, a scrap of paper
fell to the floor. Picking up the fragment, she held it up to the moonlight,
barely able to discern the words etched in faded black ink…”Iris aphylla”.
She fought
back the tears as she slid into her bed, still clutching the fragile note.
Opening it, she saw the words he had softly spoken to her that night as they
laid in bed, his strong arms wrapped around her exhausted body. He had petted
her hair and gently stroked her cheek, his lips vibrating against her ear, her
neck, as he whispered so poetically to her the words he had penned. She blinked
a few times, allowing her eyes to focus on the parchment, and began to read the
words to herself. “I have searched
distant lands hoping to find…”
“The most beautiful
flower known to mankind;
One who’s splendor was breathtakingly
so,
The most magnificent blossom ever to
grow!
I returned empty handed only to see
That everything pales in comparison
to thee”…
She allowed
the soft cadence of his voice to soothe and comfort her as she finally drifted
off into a blissful sleep…
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Contest Entry #3 submitted by Madame Butterfly:
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"When will you be ready to leave?" Allana asked
as she intently gazed at his beautiful blue eyes. So blue you could get lost.
" In about 15 minutes. Are you sure you still want to go for a ride? My
Harley is quite powerful." Mike asked, with a smile so intense she
blushed. "Yes I still want to go. You think I can't handle it?" Allan
sarcastically remarks. "Oh I'm sure you can. You can handle anything I
have." Mike always knew what to say to get her going. They had known each
other for a while and casually would flirt with each other. Allana always
wanted more but wasn't willing to let Mike know that. She always thought he
flirted with her just because he could and she went along with it.
Fifteen minutes past and Mike grabs Allana's hand gently
caressing her palm and they walk out to the bike. Oh and she loves his bike.
It's midnight black with custom pinstripes from tip to end with so much chrome
it glistens in the sunlight. Curvacious, sexy, and graceful. Seeing him riding
in had always turned her on. How is she going to be able to be his passenger
without him knowing how wet she was for him. Wearing this skirt and heels was
not such a good idea today. Mike grabs a helmet and hands it to Allana.
"Safety first." He puts his helmet on and then fastens the straps on
hers. "Ok. I was thinking. Since we aren't going very far would you like
to drive? I'll help you. Can you reach the ape hangers comfortably?As Mike is
asking her she just stares at him. Is he really going to allow me to drive? But
this is his baby. "Are you sure?" Allana asked. "I'd love to
try. If I have trouble you will take over?" "Of course."
answered Mike.
He climbed on and helped Allana on in front of him. Wow.
She never realized how muscular he was. She could feel the warmth from his body
pressing against her back. Wonder what he would feel like naked pressed against
me? Ok, focus Allana. Mike gives her some instructions and starts the
motorcycle. The feel of the engine purring beneath her felt wonderful. She
turns to look at him. Smiling she puts her hand against his chest. He grabs her
hand in his and asks, "Ready?" "Yes. Are you?" Allana asked
flirtatiously. I wonder if he caught the inflection in my voice? "I've
been ready for you for a while. Just waiting patiently for the
invitation." Whoa. Did he mean that the way I want to take it? No. I've
seen the women he dates and I am nowhere near as beautiful as they are.
Mike wraps his arms around her waist giving her a slight
squeeze then rests his hands on her hips, his fingertips almost touching her
bikini line. As the bike starts to move her mind drifts. Drifts to visions of
him, his hands, his mouth, his lips touching her in places she has dreamed of.
She smells his cologne. A scent she has wanted for so long. Oh she would
willingly let him do anything he wanted to with her. Taking full advantage of
the fact that her ass is resting in the nook of his thighs she slides back
against him. He notices and his hands start rubbing her hips and down the
inside of her thighs. His hands feel so good. He then starts to move up closer
to the apex of her thighs and she realizes she better pull off into this field.
They slowly move the bike between a couple of trees as to
not be in the open eventhough this road is barely traveled. Her removes her
helmet, then his and tosses them on the ground next to his motorcycle. She
leans her head back against his shoulder as he caresses her. Her pussy wet just
from the few touches he had given her through the lace of her panties. He
slowly moves his hands up her stomach until he reaches her heavy breasts.
Swollen. Just for him. Her nipples are hard and rubbing against the white lace
bra she is wearing. He releases one breast then the other slowly teasing each
nipple with his skilled fingers. She moans. She manages to turn to face him.
His eyes hooded. She runs her fingers through his hair and pulls him toward
her. She captures his mouth with hers.
Running her tongue along his lips, nipping and biting,
enjoying the feel of his mouth on hers. The warmth of his breath against her
neck. He takes his time and passionately kisses every inch of her neck until he
reaches the tops of her breasts. He grabs her by the waist and slides her up
onto the tank of his bike. She arches her back and reaches up to hold his ape
hangers putting her exposed breasts at the perfect angle. He stops and stares.
"You are so beautiful and all mine. I just want to cherish every inch of
your beautiful body. The way you look perched up half naked on my bike, umm,
there is nothing more sexy. I asked you earlier if you were ready, should I
check?" Allana biting her bottom lip nods her head, puts her white heels
against the seat and opens her knees.
He slips one finger inside of her, then another.
"Your so wet. Ready. All for me." He begins gently kissing her and caressing
her breasts again. This feels so good. She leans forward taking his shirt off
him. She gazes at him in wonder. He is sexy as hell and every muscle looks good
enough to lick. Her hands slowly graze down his chest paying special attention
to each nipple. They stand at attention and she continues her way down to his
pants. She undoes his belt and unzips him and his member bounces free. He is so
big and thick. She takes him in her hand and begins to slide her hand up and
down his shaft. He closes his eyes and a moan escapes his lips.
He leans forward and slowly pulls her right nipple into
his mouth licking and caressing around and round while his fingers are teasing
her left. She begins pumping him root to tip. Over and over. He gently lifts
her knees up towards her shoulders and takes one hand and rips the lace of her
panties in the center. He leans down and kisses her. She is so wet and tastes
so sweet. Only for him. He slowly licks her as if he is savouring her. He
flicks her clit with his tongue. She arches her back digging her heels into the
seat and tightening her grip on the ape hangers. He doesn't stop. He continues
licking her pussy until she is begging. "Please, I want you inside of
me."
He is oh so willing to ablige. He slides her body down the
gas tank to meet his. The head of his cock is barely entering her. Using her
arms she pushes herself down on him. Taking all of him. He throws his head back
and squeezes his eyes shut. He puts his hands under her ass and thrusts deep
inside of her over and over again. She likes it hard especially with him. She
can feel herself climbing higher and higher. His cock begins to pulsate and the
feeling is overwhelming. She can feel her pussy begin to tighten and they both
went over the edge together. Gazing at each other he says, "You are even
more beautiful laid on my bike in this position with me still inside of you.
You are what I have wanted for such a long time." She leans up and kisses
him with so much passion. "I feel the same way. I have wanted you for as
long as I can remember." They both slide off the bike helping one another
and straightening each others clothes. They look into each others eyes and
smile.
This has just been the best ride of her life.
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Contest Entry #4 submitted by Lord of Shadows
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‘Twas the night before
Christmas and all through the house nothing was stirring, but an olive on a
toothpick in an empty glass. Theta had
had a rough past few weeks with work and her marriage. Things seemed to be getting worse and she had
turned herself inward, not thinking of anything but when her glass became
empty. Her husband in bed and she
sitting in front of the fire crackling so warm and teasing her skin from afar
on the couch in a knee high red see thru lace night gown with sleek see thru
knee highs with a little red ribbon in her hair debating on if she should grab
another martini or just give up on her husband actually waking up for a last
ditch effort to bring back the romance.
Theta started drifting
off … nodding… when she heard a clatter near the tree… She moaned and groaned a
little, “Hey Big Daddy is that you?”… But the voice she heard wasn’t her
husband’s… “No Theta, it’s me… your Christmas wish” replied a deep lustrous
voice. Theta became instantly afraid, an
intruder she thought, but how did they get in? As a small figure stepped out of
the shadows, not more than three feet in height, he was dressed very
skimpy. Mostly in what looked like a set
tights with suspenders and a small tool belt with an array of odd shaped tools
in holsters. Built like a small Greek
god he looked as if though chiseled from granite but yet seemed to have pointed
ears… However her eyes took all this in as a second look… what caught her eye
first was the bulge that was running down his right leg.
“Theta,” he said,” my
name is whatever you want it to be, but by the time your Christmas wish is over
you will call me Big Daddy.” As he moved
slowly towards her she had no clue what in the hell to think about this whole
situation should she scream and run, see where this was going, or simply right
it off as one too many drinks. She felt
his hand on foot trace the outline of her foot and slowly start to massage it…
this feels good she thought… as another hand started tracing her calf ever so
slowly working its way up to her thigh… “Wait” she said and the small man said
in a husky voice “shhhh lay your head back and enjoy your Christmas wish.”
Theta did as she was
told but thought to herself what wish, I don’t remember any wish like this… She
felt his rather seemingly large hands work themselves under her night gown and
tear open a gap in knee high stockings from the top of her freshly shaven pussy
to just below her love opening. She
first heard the faint buzzing sound about the time she felt the coldness of a
vibrator touch smooth skin just about her love button. Slowly two fingers peeled back the folds as a
new sensation came to life. It was a wet
and a wondrous feeling as his tongue traced the lips of her pussy… ever so
close to the trigger that her husband all too many times forgets about that
gets her from willing to ravenous.
With the effects of the
drinks and the warmth of fire now adding to all the other sensations going
through her body she was craving what she saw bulging from his tights…
To be continued…
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