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Smut Marathon – Round 5 Musings

Smut Marathon – Round 5 Musings

Smut Marathon Round 5 Musings

Wow, was I excited by the last assignment? It just had me written all over it. Aurora, Aurora, Aurora. For those that don’t know, the latest round of the Smut Marathon involved rewriting a previous entry from the perspective of the sex toy. Yay! I just loved it. Loved. It! I’m not sure what it says about me when I find it substantially easier to get into the head of a sex toy than an actual person… But, it is what it is.

So, here was my entry. And yes, you’re right, the title does suck.


9) Forgotten Pleasures

I’ll never forget the moment we met, a greedy twinkle of need in her eyes as she gasped at my beauty. Her favourite shade of blue, she’d said; a masterpiece. That was in the days before him, when her pleasure would drip over my shaft like falling silk. There were times I’d barely dry off and she would be showering me in lube again. It was the moments I lived for, building fires of friction as our temperature’s harmonized.

But then he came into our lives. He never held me in the same graceful way as he thrust me into her cunt, forcing me in haphazard directions. It wasn’t how we usually liked it at all. Every orgasm became bittersweet, as she pulsingly tightened against me I knew the embrace wasn’t mine. It was his orgasm, his accomplishment: I was nothing but his pawn.

I soon learnt that the stolen indulgence of her orgasms was better than experiencing none at all, when lonely and forgotten days turned to dusty and touchless months. Once smelling of her arousal, but now only smelling like the musty library she’d fucked me in. The sweet moans of excitement that once belonged to me, were now barely audible from inside my oak isolation.

I don’t know how long it was before he finally left. Months? Years? It had felt like an eternity of solitude, forgotten in only a second when I finally felt her tender touch again. At first, I was disorientated. The sun painfully bright after so long consumed by darkness. The sweet smell of her perfume and arousal an overwhelming contrast to the wooden musk of my confinement.

I forgave her the second she stripped for me. The glistening moisture between her thighs a visible sign of her regret. I hadn’t even realised how thirsty I’d become until she spread her cunt, teasingly rubbing me over the wet juicy folds and urgently thrusting me into paradise. I danced against the salty stream of his final ejaculation, bathing in the blissful knowledge that this time, he had been my pawn.

Her rhythm soon became dizzying, as the sun appeared and left in blinding flashes with every quickening pound. The resulting shower of her release came in a pulsating explosion, trickling down the opposite window like rain. Only I knew within that cloudy drizzle, were the tears of my elation.

Based on the brilliant story ‘Clear Blue Sky’ by Violet


I will admit, I get a little anxious when basing my entry on someone else’s, as was also the case in the 2nd round of the Smut Marathon. I worry I won’t do their work justice, or they’ll be disappointed, or I’ll interpret it wrong. It does, however, make me try that little bit harder. So overall, is probably a very good thing.

For the first time in the Smut Marathon, the voters didn’t dislike my entry. Thus far, it’s been the votes of the judges that have kept me in the race. With a good amount of votes from both this time, I managed to sneak into third place for round 5! Third place! I never, ever thought that would happen.

Needless to say, I’m pretty damn happy with that result.

Not all my feedback was positive though as for some, my entry seemed to be a bit of a snore. And I get that. I agree with that. In all my fiction writing, whether in the marathon or not, I lack sparkle. And it wasn’t until recently, thanks to this marathon, that I realised that. I read other entries and think, ‘How?! How did you come up with that?! It’s so unique! So interesting! It’s genius!’ I just genuinely don’t know how to stretch my mind to go to those places.

Shout out to Charlie Powell, who does this brilliantly with every entry.

And this leads me to the look of horror on my face when I saw assignment 6. If there is ever a time I need to work on that skill, it is now. I really don’t want my journey in the Smut Marathon to end. I want to hang on for as long as I possibly can. So, whilst my positive result in the previous assignment will likely see me through the next knock out round, I need to seriously up my game if I want to make it any further.

It was a shame so many people based their entries on the same story this round. I think I was very fortunate in having chosen one of the less popular ones, with only one other entry based on ‘Clear Blue Sky’. Each voting round I flag a few favourites, then I go back over them to choose the entries I will vote for. So, here are my flagged favs!

Desperately Simulating Susan by Marsha Adams

Born to Serve by Charlie Powell

Pleasure is my Purpose by Cara Thereon

My Cruel Mistress by Nero J. Black

Good luck to everyone participating in the next round of the marathon. I think every entry is going to be very different, so I can’t wait to read them all! And to those who aren’t participating, don’t forget voting starts on the 8th July!

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2 Comments

  1. You deserved your placement on that round. Your piece was stellar. You had some many great lines in it

  2. Because I’m not on Twitter at the moment I’ve only just noticed this post via the SM links page – thank you so much for your kind words, both here and on the Smut Marathon voting page – it means an awful lot to me.

    I really enjoyed your entry – I have a bit of an odd thing about finding loneliness erotic and you captured that feeling so well I found myself empathising with the toy in your story.

    I’m sure you’ll do really well in the next rounds 🙂

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