Category: Erotica

“How’s that?”

I adjusted the webcam so Hayley could see more easily. She stared at me from her high-backed office chair, that familiar oval face resting delicately on the knuckles of her left hand.

“Better. But I still think you can take more.”

I reached down and felt for the heavy silicone base of the dildo she’d picked out for me. I pressed my index finger against it, then ran my thumb along the slim shaft to measure out the remaining length.

“I think I’m up to about five inches now. Or rather there must be about three left…”

The first phase of Smut Marathon 2019 ended on Sunday, with the field cut from 44 to 30 and all scores reset ahead of the knockout rounds. By the slimmest of margins, I topped the cumulative standings from Rounds 1-6, which is extremely gratifying but also no guarantee whatsoever of further success in the challenges to come.

More interesting to me is my score progression over the last couple of assignments. I picked up 17.0 total points over the first three rounds, but virtually doubled that tally in R4-6 (33.6), with my highest score of the competition coming in R6 (13.0). That’s no coincidence: if there’s one thing last year’s Smut Marathon taught me about my own writing, it’s that I’m a lot more comfortable/confident with flash fiction (500-1500 words, broadly speaking) than I am with micro-fiction. As the word count’s risen, so have my scores.

Anyway, that’s not really the point of this post. I wanted to share my R6 story – not just because I’m pretty proud of it (though I am), but because it generated rather more confusion than I was expecting. I won’t say more than that now – don’t want to shape anyone else’s response to it more than I have done already – but after some initial grumbling and eye-rolling, I think it’s going to prove a good lesson in not taking your audience for granted and not assuming they’re going to read something in the way you want/expect them to.

This afternoon it’s my great pleasure to introduce a fab new guest story by Quinn Rhodes, one of my most precocious (and yes, by that I do mean ‘young, hot, smart, and talented’) sex blogger friends.

Pretty much anything Quinn writes is worth reading, and this smutty tale of verbal sparring – and the filthy fun that follows – is no exception. If you enjoy it, do go follow her on Twitter and check out all her awesome content over at ‘On Queer Street‘!

“EA asked me if I wanted to write a guest post for him a long time ago, and I imagine part of why it’s taken me so long to send him something is because I’m often in awe of his writing and wanted to try and create something worthy of being posted alongside his work. I’m still not sure I’ve done this, but I hope he – and you, dear reader – enjoy this smut.”

“I think I might give you to my hockey team.”

You hesitate, pint glass halfway to your lips. Blink slowly. Lift, sip, swallow. Set it down in front of you.

“Go on.”

“After our next game. I might give you to them.”

“Give me how?”

I shrug and reach for my own pint.

“However they want you. I guess it depends.”

With just a few hours to go till the launch of Smut Marathon 2019, it feels like a good time to reflect on my experience of competing in – and winning – the 2018 edition.

I’ve already shared a few stray thoughts at various points over the last five months (along with eight of my 10 entries), in posts you’ll find here, here and here. What I want to do today is step back and answer a couple of questions that get to the heart of my broader feelings about Smut Marathon – feelings that definitely changed over the course of the year, and have done so again recently as I’ve mulled over whether to defend my crown.

Do I have a nerdy, pointless graph summarising my Smut Marathon 2018 performance?

Why yes, yes I do.

I’ll keep this brief, as I’m about to cover the Smut Marathon more broadly in a separate post. If you want to read my stories from Rounds 1-8, you can do so here and here.

In Round 9 (Start your story with these words: The wind howled around the corners of the cabin…), I came 3/10. After it worked so well in Round 8, I again decided to try and play with the prompt a bit, which this time meant setting it in a ship’s cabin. I feel like the law of diminishing returns kicked in a bit – and the comments certainly weren’t quite as positive – but the scenario is still really hot to me, so I enjoyed writing it.

Back in August, I shared the first six pieces I wrote for the year-long Smut Marathon contest. Since then, two more rounds have come and gone, featuring 800- and 1000-word stories, and whittling the field down from 20 writers to 10.

Happily I’m still part of that field, after finishing 4th in Round 7 and 2nd in Round 8, my two best results of the competition to date. That’s no coincidence – while I enjoyed some of the earlier prompts, and turned in at least a couple of pieces I was pleased with, I always knew I’d do better once the word count started to rise.