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Smut Marathon Round 6 – Musings

Smut Marathon Round 6 – Musings

When I got the email with the round 6 Smut Marathon assignment, ‘Fortune Cookie’, my heart dropped. It was not an assignment I was excited about. I like clear instructions. The more limited the space for my creativity to fuck it up, the better. I threw around some terrible ideas, using ‘fortune cookie’ as a twist on ‘gold digger’ or rewriting the fortune cookie origin with lots of sexy additions or, probably the most ridiculous of them all, a woman who offers a service in which she cracks fortune cookies with her ass. Naturally, that’s the one I went for. At least I knew there was a high chance no one else would have written the same thing, right?


12) A Crackin’ Cookie

Not once had I believed the rumours. But, when so many people claim a woman can crack a fortune cookie with nothing more than her butt cheeks, you kind of have to make sure, don’t you? So, anybody would have found themselves in that windowless room, wouldn’t they? With a large Euro sized hole in their pocket, hoping the whole thing would, at the very least, be funny?

The only door swung open briskly, revealing a gazelle of a woman in nothing but a white robe and black cotton thong. She gracefully glided towards me, the satin robe slipping down her body like ice on hot flesh. In a moment I had gone from intrigued excitement to wondering what the fuck I was doing there. Here I was, sat gaping at the pear-shaped breasts of the most exquisite woman I’d ever seen, clutching a sodding fortune cookie. A fortune cookie! But, you’d have gone there too. We’re curious creatures, aren’t we?

‘Don’t be embarrassed, this is one of my most requested services.’

Her voice had a whispered depth that reverberated through my body, drizzling with the husky sweetness of a magpie’s echo. She swung around, the robe forming a satin pool around her pedicured toes as her ass crept back towards me. Champagne eyes penetrated me in the mirror as she declared,

‘You know what to do.’

She was right, I knew. I’d heard numerous inebriated accounts of what was to happen next. I wouldn’t have been here if I hadn’t. It was never a true night out until someone had made a reference to this woman’s buns of steel.

Reaching out a shamefully quivering hand, I sunk the fortune cookie into the crevice of her awaiting ass. Anyone would have been shaking though, wouldn’t they? Between the brush of forbidden flesh and the sliver of shadow between her cheeks, I even forgot to breathe. The thong hooked up over her hips, leaving no tensing muscle to the imagination. Just inches from my face I watched every squeeze transform her ass into a new shape. I salivated as the cookie strained between her clasped glutes, wishing my tongue was there to catch every sweet crumble. I admired how the tension affected the visible fragment of clothed cunt, drawing it up closer to her body. The only thing harder than her ass was my cock, straining to feel just one tempting squeeze.

The cookie cracked just seconds before I was going to, crumbs and fortune tumbling over the silky white garment. She turned her head only to announce,

‘You can clean them up.’

Her voice was commanding. Surely, I couldn’t? She couldn’t possibly expect me to… My head was between her ankles before I could think myself out of it. You’d have responded in the same way to that tone, I’m certain. On my hands and knees, I lapped up every single morsel of cookie, sneaking sniffs at her worshipable feet. I was behaving with less dignity than my French bulldog and the humiliation was intoxicating.

My stomach tightened as the satin ruffled against my nose, her feet shifting to leave me. It felt like internal bondage, a squeezing tension only she would be able to relieve. My eyes followed her as she slinked towards the door, my body frozen with my face inches from the heaped robe on the floor. I craved for her to look back, to give me just the slightest bit more. But, she didn’t even turn towards me as she breathed,

‘Don’t forget your fortune,’ the door clicking behind her.

I’m going back next week. You’d have to too, right?


I have noticed a trend with me in regards to the Smut Marathon. About 10 minutes after submitting my entry I get filled with intense feelings of shame. I feel sick and I panic. The feeling lasts about a day until I decide to stop being an idiot, forget about my entry and just enjoy everyone else’s. So, that’s what I try to do.

Feedback

Interestingly, the things I decided 2 seconds after submission that I hated with a passion, weren’t picked up in any of my feedback. Firstly, I felt the final ‘right?’ should have been something along the lines of, ‘wouldn’t you?’ The last sentence was just too abrupt. Secondly, the way I described her voice seemed completely out of character. The person wouldn’t have compared her to a magpie’s echo, it didn’t fit with the rest of their personality at all.

The feedback I actually got highlighted that it was lacking in the hot stuff we all love so much. Noted. Hopefully, I can crank up the temperature in the next round. That is, after all, what the Smut Marathon is all about. I also had some really fantastic and thorough advice from Brigit which, as such a fan of her writing, I am exceptionally grateful for. She was the one person that commented on that final sentence that had been bothering me, but felt it possibly should have been removed altogether. In the following round, I aim to finish on a good one.

Favourites

This was by far, in my opinion, the best round of entries yet. I was definitely the most aroused through reading them all. I loved every one, but my stand out favourites were:

Two Cherries by Violet

Juice and Cookies by Marsha Adams

Come On Eileen by Cousin Pons

The Assignment by Nicole Wolfe

Sweet Revenge by Su Orwell

The Results

For me, the results were somewhat anticlimactic. I went from tenth place, to tenth place. However, to finish the first half of the marathon in such a fantastic spot is, well honestly, a little hard to believe. Reaching this stage of the Smut Marathon at all is hard for me to believe. Before this, I had written erotica three times. Twice for Wicked Wednesday and once for the Eroticon Anthology.

Round Seven

The round seven assignment has left me as lost as the round 6 assignment. I do feel, unfortunately, that this will be the round in which my luck will run out. As always though, I’ll give it my best shot and cross everything I’ve got that I’ll make it through just one more. The knowledge I’ve gained throughout this experience has been so valuable, and every round I learn more and more. The Smut Marathon is a journey I really don’t want to ever end.

Make sure you head over to the Smut Marathon site on the 12th of August to vote for your Round Seven favourites! 

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4 Comments

  1. It has been an absolute pleasure seeing you develop your writing throughout this competition and I think you have a long way to go yet. I really liked your piece this time too. I thought it was utterly unique and I found it hot in that way that some times something that makes you squirm or feel a bit ashamed is hot.

    Oh and you mention the Eroticon anthology…. your Tudor story is one of my absolute highlights of the whole anthology.

    You are a fine writer Aurora, don’t ever give up

    Mollyx

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      Thank you so much, Molly! Though my confidence in my writing is low, even I can appreciate the positive impact participating in the Smut Marathon has had on it. I do really hope I can come up with something for the next round that will keep me in it. But, will start looking forward to next years if not and still enjoy everyone else’s entries. Thank you as well for always leaving feedback, it is so helpful for everyone!
      Aurora x

  2. I so agree with Molly and truly wish you would write more fiction. You have a natural talent for it – that is something which cannot be taught. I wish you so much luck in the final few rounds – you are certainly someone I would like to see in round ten 😉 x

  3. Your entry was super unique and stood out. You’ve done so well and I’ve enjoyed many of your stories throughout.

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