Category: Erotica

I’ve been tinkering with this story for a few months now, pretty much since Liv and I made this same overnight journey from Madrid to Lisbon. It’s not quite finished yet, but as it’s already well over 2,000 words and heading rapidly for 3,000, I’ve decided to take a leaf out of Jayne Renault’s book and publish it in installments. I hope you enjoy Part 1…

Night Train

I fucked my boyfriend for the final time in a public toilet cubicle at Chamartin Station on the outskirts of Madrid. His cock was so hard that he made a curious, half-choked sobbing sound every time he pulled me back onto it, but afterwards he didn’t say a word – just handed me a wad of tissue and slipped away with my coat and handbag to wait in the concourse while I sorted myself out.

As the door swung shut behind him, I sat on the toilet and let the unused tissues drop between my legs, into the bowl. I wanted to feel his jizz inside me for as long as possible; long enough to leave a physical memory of its presence, so that when I walked down the train later that night, at least one part of my body would still recall what it was like to be completely full of him.

This is my sixth post for Smutathon 2018! Eight of us are spending 12 hours today furiously writing erotica, blogging about sex, taking filthy photos, and generally producing smut in all its glorious forms, to raise money for the Abortion Support Network. To find out more, to enter our sex toy raffle, and most importantly to donate to an excellent cause, click here!

This piece of flash fiction is also a response to the latest Masturbation Monday post, featuring a photo of the lovely Amy Norton.

Sean shifted uncomfortably on the soft mattress and waited for Jess to come back from the bathroom. The stockings always fit her perfectly, but his thighs felt like they might burst out of them at any moment – and they weren’t the only part of him threatening to explode.

This is my fifth post for Smutathon 2018! Eight of us are spending 12 hours today furiously writing erotica, blogging about sex, taking filthy photos, and generally producing smut in all its glorious forms, to raise money for the Abortion Support Network. To find out more, to enter our sex toy raffle, and most importantly to donate to an excellent cause, click here!

As my 5th Smutathon piece, I’m going to write my Round 7 entry for the year-long erotica contest I entered in January: Smut Marathon (confusing, I know!). Unfortunately the Smut Marathon entries have to remain anonymous till the public voting has taken place for each round, so I can’t post it here today. Instead I’m going to share the six previous pieces of writing I’ve submitted, starting with Round 1’s 30-word metaphor and finishing with the 650-word story I wrote for Round 6.

I’d say I’ve been really happy with two of my six pieces, pleased enough with another two, and relatively unhappy with the remaining two. I’ll leave it to you to decide which is which!

Three years ago, I wrote a two-part story called ‘No Mercy’ for Rebecca Black, an erotica author who hosted guest pieces on her blog. That blog has been dormant since late 2015, so I feel like the time is right to reclaim the story and publish it here too! I’ve pulled the two parts together into one long (~2,600 words) whole, but other than that it hasn’t been edited/changed at all. Enjoy!

For the third time in under 10 minutes, I checked the programme and glanced down at my watch. Four speakers still to come. Another four hours of industry analysis, laboured anecdotes, and thinly disguised self-promotion.

“Kill me now,” I mouthed at Scott, who merely rolled his eyes in response. His notebook was filling up with page after page of his neat cursive; my colleagues’ ability to drink in and digest bullshit had never ceased to amaze me, and Scott certainly had no intention of breaking that streak.

I really enjoyed the Round 2 prompt for Smut Marathon – not least because it built in a genuinely interesting way on a Round 1 prompt about which I’d felt rather more ambivalent. The brief was clear and challenging:

Write a flash fiction story using one of the entries from the first round.

After sifting through the list of Round 1 metaphors, two stood out: Witness, by Chase Morgan; and Libido, by Nero J. Black. I immediately saw stories for each of them, and even within the 100-word limit I felt like those stories could wander off in a number of different directions once I started them.

“Will you please stop that? Premature ejaculation is no laughing matter, you arsehole.”

I glowered at Steve over the rim of my pint, aware that I was blushing furiously as he rocked back in his chair, a huge grin on his face. Still, it was good to get it off my chest. There are some things you can only tell your best mate – or your doctor, I guess, though I didn’t think this particular situation quite merited medical intervention. Not yet, anyway.

“I mean what’s wrong with me? I’m 32 years old, for fuck’s sake, not some trigger-happy 18-year-old. This has never happened before – even when I actually was a teenager.”

And it was true. Bar the odd mishap here and there – usually my first time with someone new, which everyone knows is a freebie anyway – I’ve always been proud of my staying power. I’m not one of those guys who just pounds away for hours on end, but I have enough self-control to hold back till I know we’ve both had a good time, and that’s served me well over the years.

Until I met Zoe.

Ok, you guys really didn’t make this easy! As I said on Twitter yesterday when I announced the names on this shortlist, I was blown away by the quality level on show across all 18 submissions. I feel pretty comfortable saying that the overall standard was higher for this contest than for any other that I’ve run over the last three-and-a-half years, which is really saying something.

Any one of these five stories would have been a worthy winner, and my only regret right now is that I didn’t reach out to potential sponsors beforehand in order to lay on more prizes. As it is, I feel a bit like Cady at the Spring Fling in Mean Girls – everyone deserves a piece of the crown!