Monday, November 29, 2010

Break My Tie



Here's our runoff, our tie-breaker, our dead heat. The poll will run until tomorrow night at midnight, so we will have our winner by the morning of December 1st.

The stories are below. Choose your favorite and click the button!

*****


Holed Up

Oh, god, I’m so small, and the world is so big.

The weighty winter quilt cuts existence into manageable chunks. Here is me. There is nothing. I swim in sweat and drown in breath.

I hunker, face down in my sanctuary. Chin lodged between my knees, breasts smeared across my thighs. Hands linked over my neck, heels together across my slit. No way in.

His size settles on my back. He shelters my world. He calms, and the ecstatic weight of him compresses me.

My breath comes in stabs. My insides jostle. My cunt tingles with the juice he squeezes from me. I’m never safer than when he curls me into myself. Outside is a grotesque storm. He is my cave.

A shock of air kisses my ass where he raises the quilt. He’s found a way in.

His cock jabs at my ass, slick with sweat. I squeal so only he can hear.

Slowly I let the outside in, and that big, big world shrinks. By that much.

He groans like thunder, fills me with heat. My heel finds my clit and pushes. I bellow like I used to when that was my only release. Before I learned to fuck.

My little world has different truths. Two bodies inhabit the same space at the same time. He quakes, growls and comes. He compacts me, inside and out. One day I will be a diamond.

He’s so big.

Oh, god. I’m so small.


*****


2,400 PSI

“Hard to believe that a year ago, female officers weren't allowed to serve on submarines,” the captain mused, entering the helm. “Maybe I sound misogynistic, but it's required an adjustment.”

“One that many male officers are grateful for.”

“But not you, Lieutenant.”

“Sir?”

The captain closed and locked the door. “Just because you never say anything doesn't mean I haven't noticed where your eyes go when I'm in dress uniform.”

“Sir, please, don't tell anyone.”

“Why would I? I'd lose the opportunity to have you. Now, why don't you leave the autopilot on?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He unbuckled my belt, and with a tug I was half-naked. Shoving me into my chair, he draped his mouth over my thickening cock. As his breath and tongue overwhelmed me, I stared out into the dark ocean, illuminated only by the sub's headlights and phosphorescent fish.

His hands worked their way up my thighs; my fingers found their way into his hair. I gazed out into the depths; colors swimming by mirrored the flow and pulse filling my body. As his nails reached out and scratched my chest, my cock surged and I poured into him, back arching, voice straining.

As soon as he finished swallowing, he wiped his mouth and checked his watch.

“I have a meeting. Can you come to my quarters when your shift ends?”

“Yes.”

“Eleven o'clock. Not a minute later or earlier. Have a good afternoon, Lieutenant.” We saluted.


*****


Hard to choose. I know. I know. See ya on Wednesday!

XXX,
Alison

Smut Marathon — Round 8


First off, we have a tie. And I'm not entirely sure what to do about that. I don't want to have to count pregnant chads, or anything, but I think I'm going to ask you all to vote in a run off. We'll come back to that in a moment.

Here are our authors with their stories, or vice-versa:

In the Middle by Emma Hillman
Overtime by May Deva
Decisions by Angell Brooks
Bad Case by Joss Lockwood
2,400 PSI by Dorla Moorehouse
Holed Up by Willsin Rowe

The reader favorite this time around was In the Middle. The judged favorite was Overtime. The celebrity judge and sponsor for this round was Cleis Press, and Cleis has been awesome enough to offer a book to each of the two winners. Check out Cleis's site and drop me a note at msalisontyler at yahoo dot com with the title of your choice and the address where you'd like the books sent. (Also, check out Cleis's sale—and my special offer—too!)

Okay, so now, what am I going to do? I know. I'm going to have another cup of coffee and make a poll for the run off. We'll just toss it out there for two days and see what's what. I hope that seems fair! It's 5:15 in the a.m. and "fair" is sort of a foreign concept right about now.

XXX,
Alison

Friday, November 19, 2010

Round 8: Under Pressure




I'm not exactly sure what I was thinking when I issued this challenge to the Smut Marathoners. I probably had the Queen/Bowie song in my head, though. The theme this time was simply "Under Pressure" in 250 words or less. The six contestants — yes, we are down to six — have turned in their submissions. Poll will run until next Sunday night (the 28th at midnight). Why so long? Because I'm going to be out of town for the holiday. And *I* don't want to be, um, under pressure to try to post amidst stuffing relatives and fighting with turkeys. Or something like that.

So read carefully. Choose wisely. See ya on the flipside!

*****


Entry #1: 2,400 PSI

“Hard to believe that a year ago, female officers weren't allowed to serve on submarines,” the captain mused, entering the helm. “Maybe I sound misogynistic, but it's required an adjustment.”

“One that many male officers are grateful for.”

“But not you, Lieutenant.”

“Sir?”

The captain closed and locked the door. “Just because you never say anything doesn't mean I haven't noticed where your eyes go when I'm in dress uniform.”

“Sir, please, don't tell anyone.”

“Why would I? I'd lose the opportunity to have you. Now, why don't you leave the autopilot on?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He unbuckled my belt, and with a tug I was half-naked. Shoving me into my chair, he draped his mouth over my thickening cock. As his breath and tongue overwhelmed me, I stared out into the dark ocean, illuminated only by the sub's headlights and phosphorescent fish.

His hands worked their way up my thighs; my fingers found their way into his hair. I gazed out into the depths; colors swimming by mirrored the flow and pulse filling my body. As his nails reached out and scratched my chest, my cock surged and I poured into him, back arching, voice straining.

As soon as he finished swallowing, he wiped his mouth and checked his watch.

“I have a meeting. Can you come to my quarters when your shift ends?”

“Yes.”

“Eleven o'clock. Not a minute later or earlier. Have a good afternoon, Lieutenant.” We saluted.

*****


Entry #2: Holed Up

Oh, god, I’m so small, and the world is so big.

The weighty winter quilt cuts existence into manageable chunks. Here is me. There is nothing. I swim in sweat and drown in breath.

I hunker, face down in my sanctuary. Chin lodged between my knees, breasts smeared across my thighs. Hands linked over my neck, heels together across my slit. No way in.

His size settles on my back. He shelters my world. He calms, and the ecstatic weight of him compresses me.

My breath comes in stabs. My insides jostle. My cunt tingles with the juice he squeezes from me. I’m never safer than when he curls me into myself. Outside is a grotesque storm. He is my cave.

A shock of air kisses my ass where he raises the quilt. He’s found a way in.

His cock jabs at my ass, slick with sweat. I squeal so only he can hear.

Slowly I let the outside in, and that big, big world shrinks. By that much.

He groans like thunder, fills me with heat. My heel finds my clit and pushes. I bellow like I used to when that was my only release. Before I learned to fuck.

My little world has different truths. Two bodies inhabit the same space at the same time. He quakes, growls and comes. He compacts me, inside and out. One day I will be a diamond.

He’s so big.

Oh, god. I’m so small.


*****


Entry #3: In the Middle

“Just a little bit more, honey,” Joe said, his fingers clenching on her hips.

“I…” she gasped. “I don’t know.”

“Just breathe, darling,” Dylan’s breath brushed her overly warm face. “Let go.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” she growled. She was out of her depth here, sandwiched between the two men. It had sounded like a great idea; that is until they’d actually started doing it. And now she was stuck, her pussy stretched around Dylan’s cock, her rose forced open by Joe’s tentative but unrelenting thrusts. “Oh God.”

“Shh.” Dylan’s mouth found hers, his kiss meant to make her forget about his friend’s intrusion.

It didn’t really work. Not until he slipped his right hand between their sweaty bodies and curved his palm over her stomach.
When one long finger extended and pressed against her clit, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

It was all Joe needed. His cock slipped inside her, the pressure unlike anything she’d ever felt. It hurt. It also felt odd. But Dylan kept on caressing her, both whispering dirty little things to her, teasing her with what they’d do next, how good she felt, how fucking hot she was. In the end, she obeyed and let go.

Fully.

They thrust in unison. Bit. Fucked. Kissed. Sucked. They made her theirs.

When she came, a bright explosion of stars behind her closed eyelids, she screamed out their names, one after the other. And they came inside her, one after the other.


*****


Entry #4: Decisions

No pressure. Right.

They’d been doing this dance for months.

I want you.
I want you.
Tell me you want me too.

Her eyes laughed at him, her mouth teased him.

She was waiting. Her v-neck sweater strained to keep her braless breasts inside, thin cotton skirt swirling above her knees. Head cocked to one side to reveal her neck, which she’d told him was her weak spot.

Her scent permeated the air around them; musky, fruity.

Sex.

He had to make the move. He knew she wanted it.

But no pressure

His cock strained against his pants, demanding to fuck her. And he wanted to give in.

He wanted her sharp tongue bathing his shaft, wanted to look down at her on her knees while she sucked his prick into her naughty mouth.

His travelled down, where her wet pussy waited for him to claim her.

Take her now, or never have the chance again. She was tired of waiting.

Her hands wandered to pluck at her nipples. Her eyes drifted closed as she licked her glossed plump lips. One hand wandered further down. She moaned, palming herself through her clothing.

He unzipped his jeans, freeing his aching erection. Stroking it with one hand, he pulled her skirt up, and spread her lips with his fingers, relishing in her heat.

Pulling her close, he thrust his tongue and his cock into her at the same time. She cried out his name as he made her his.

Decision made.


*****


Entry #5: Overtime

"What are you doing here?"

I shrieked, and jumped up from my desk. It was Friday night, everyone had left hours ago.

"You said you needed the Bernson report first thing Monday morning."

My boss had materialized out of nowhere, my incredibly hot boss who was leaning against my door, looking me up and down. I was obviously hallucinating.

"i didn't realize I put such pressure on you, Susan. Dedication should be rewarded." He moved across my office, watching me closely.

The backs of my thighs touched the desk behind me as his lips touched mine. Dreaming, I was dreaming. He kissed me like he did in every fantasy I had about him. Hot, wet, demanding, delicious.

His hand slid up my thigh. I felt him grin against my lips.

"I knew you'd wear stockings with no panties, dirty girl."

He reclaimed my lips as his fingers slid into my cunt, thumb slipping across my clit. I groaned against him, shoved myself into his hand and rocked between those devious fingers and my desk. The orgasm roared out of nowhere, enveloped me before I could register the occurrence. I poured it into his mouth like wine, reeling and moaning.

"How many nights have you worked so late on my behalf?"

I tried to unscramble my brain quickly.

"Uhm - maybe 20?"

"Hmm." his hand returned to its place between my legs "I really owe you. It's gonna be a long night."

I grinned back, and settled onto the desk.

"Anytime."


*****


Entry #6: Bad Case

You've heard of white coat hypertension, right? Some patients get so nervous in the doctor's presence that their blood pressure goes up? Well, I've got something a bit more embarrassing…

Last year my HMO made me change providers. When the new doc walked in, I knew I was in trouble.

He was completely professional. His voice was polite, his touch gentle but firm, his eyes never held mine for too long. But I couldn't help my weird physician fetish, and while my body responded to his hands, I found myself imagining him bending me over the table and fucking the living daylights out of me.

By the time we reached the breast exam I was having trouble controlling my reactions. I'd broken into a cold sweat trying to keep myself from sighing. As he pressed and circled, I could feel my breath quicken and then hold as I waited for that final nipple squeeze, and it was only by sheer will that I managed to stay quiet.

But the worst was still to come. I started to tremble in anticipation as he lubed his gloved finger, and when he spread my labia and slid in slowly, I could no longer hold back. A moan escaped my lips as the orgasm coursed through me, my back arching off the crinkly paper.

I opened my eyes to see that the professional distance was gone. He was staring at me. Hungrily.

"Please," I said, breathing raggedly. And he went to lock the door.


*****


Happy Thanksgiving! Don't forget to play along on my 12-days of ETSY. You can keep your comments coming on Day 1: MetalTaboo, Day 2: Bean Forest, Day 3: Robbie Jenkins, and Day 4: LovingAnvil!

XXX,
Alison

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

The Giants Win!


I mean, Rock With Me wins! Sorry, I got a little World Series Fever for a moment. You can click the image to make the poll bigger. There were a lot of close calls this round, but the readers spoke loud and clear in favor of Rock With Me. Blowfish—which sponsored the contest—was our official judge. They said: We're thrilled and honored to have our catalog inspire your writers. I have shared the entries with the other members of the staff and we have voted:

"OverDue" was the first choice and "The Necklace" was second.


Here are the writers behind the stories:

Rock With Me by Emma Hillman
The Sisterhood by Angell Brooks
Overdue by Joss Lockwood
Symphony for Three by May Deva
Sometimes by Willsin Rowe
The Necklace by Dorla Moorehouse
See No Evil, Speak No Evil by Sandrine Lopez

Unfortunately, this means we do have to say goodbye to Sandrine Lopez, who has been an excellent participant in the contest!
Thanks to everyone for voting! Writers, I will be contacting you shortly with a new challenge. Readers, I'll be back in a bit with a pretty new cover.

XXX,
Alison