SmutMarathon: Round Two! Yay!

SmutMarathon: Round Two! Yay!


I am a kitten who loves to write, but am often  too embarrassed to share it with others.  I signed up for the #SmutMarathon because I wanted to stretch myself and try to be a little braver in my writing.  I was gobsmacked to see that some of the jurors in Round Two liked my work and awarded me.  I jumped and twirled for an hour after reading the results.  It was a good feeling, and the feedback gave more more confidence as a writer.

I greatly enjoyed all of the pieces in this round.  I printed the micro fiction stories out and cut them up so I could see them as individual works.  My plan was to give feedback on each one, but life got in the way and I was only able to write about a few to post on the blog.  Tonight, I was gathering up the slips of papers where I had written notes, and I wanted to share a few more of my thoughts about the entries.   

38) Scenic Route

The entry by Cousin Pons was a snapshot of a story and it made me laugh out loud.  The miscommunication between partners was very clear and you could feel the exasperation in the woman’s voice.  It’s just so funny!

‘Have you ever considered,’ she said, pausing to wipe a globule of his cum from her lips.

‘What’s that honey?’

‘That I prefer the ache of sex that is a long, slow run rather than a sprint.’

‘Have you been reading those trashy magazines again?’

‘Just so husband dear. I know you work hard. You come home all sweaty and you want to screw and cum in my face. That’s natural. But just reflect for a moment and think, wouldn’t it be fine and dandy to take the scenic route now and again. A little sightseeing before you shoot your fucking load.’

‘You want me to get the station wagon out?’

20) The Epiphany

Violet wrote an  exceptionally erotic scene that had a lovely rhythm.  The imagery was beautifully written and I could see the two characters sharing this moment.  This would be a great beginning to a very naughty story, and it kept playing in my mind.  

The night air was cool as she pulled him by the hand from the throbbing nightclub and into the dim alley, her back immediately against the wall, his hand under her skirt, sinking into her silky wetness. It was always this way with them; too much whisky, never enough time. She pushed him to his knees and he looked up and saw her, silhouetted beneath the starry midnight sky, hands twisting in his hair, pulling his face to her succulent cunt. She was the Milky Way, he a speck of sand in awe of her. He realized in that moment that he didn’t just want this disposable lust. He wanted so much more.

39) Produce Seduction

And finally, I made notes on a  very funny grocery store scene that made me stop reading and just laugh in my bed.  Humor is very attractive especially when talking about sex and this entry by Charlton Tod was excellent.  I could envision two lonely people at the grocery store making eyes at each other over subtly suggestive foods. There was a grocery near my college campus that was a well known pick up spot, and this snippet of a story brought back fond memories of cruising for dudes with some of my old roommates.  

Mary gaped at Come-N-Save’s hothouse cucumbers, still sheathed in thin plastic (seamed for her pleasure). It had been too long since she had a proper salad. As she placed it in her basket, she noticed a gentleman approach checkout with a box of cherry pie. Mary couldn’t help but giggle as she spotted ‘Hot and Ready’ on the side of the container, and wondered if he was in need of a proper dessert. His eyes glanced around just enough to notice the way Mary stared at him, and suggestively caressed the vegetable. With a crack of a smile, Mary mustered the courage to ask about his dinner plans. A night of eating out was just what she needed.

The SmutMarathon has been a fantastic learning experience for me.  My favorite thing so far is discovering the work of a slew of new authors, and this has opened up a larger erotica writing world for me.  I have submitted my Round Three entry, and once again I nervously wait for the reveal of the next round.  I hope mine stacks up.   I can’t wait to see what the gloriously dirty minds in this contest come up with to meet our latest challenge.




Round Three: #SmutMarathon

Round Three: #SmutMarathon

Dezi #SmutMarathon:  Character Sketch

We were challenged in this round to create a character sketch of a flawed individual, and the parameters for the writing were left up to the author.  I tumbled many possible options around in my head before I began writing. My mind lined up a crew of sultry seductresses and domly gentlemen, and I pitched them in a mental volcano one by one.  I wrote several sketches and soon realized that I was writing for the jury and not myself. I have always been a teacher pleaser and have put aside my own creativity in favor of earning a good grade.  During the first two rounds of competition, I made note of what the jury enjoys and I felt like I could write a solid entry that would earn points. Read more