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November-December Challenge (locked)

about 1 year ago Anne van Alkemade 2038 posts	Let’s get down and Dirty. And the winner is ... Dolphinkist with their excellent tale Wednesday Congrats Dolph! Your prize is in the mail. ___ Emma Robinson has come up with a rather interesting little challenge. Do it if you Dare. Emma has alerted we Flash Fictionaires to the Johnson Awards Let’s get down and dirty! The Johnson awards are for really bad sex writing (the sexxy version of the Bullwer Lytton awards). But hey, don’t forget this is a fun thing so gratuitous swearing and graphic or explicit language will probably get you put at the bottom (snigger) of the list. And although The Johnsons are for NOVELS, Flash Fiction Group only gives you 150 words to do it in. So, see how badly you can write a sex scene AND do it in 150 words AND have the elements of proposition, protagonists, middle bit and conclusion. Good luck Here’s an example of how not to write a sex scene Please copy and paste your entries in this thread and don’t forget to submit in the usual way to the group If you choose to take this mission, entries close at midnight (your time) on Monday 8 December and voting will follow for one week.
about 1 year ago Lawford 173 posts	A Bad Sex Scene “It’s a very Aussie thing you said to me wasn’t it?” she said. He didn’t reply. He was trying not to break his concentration. “Well?” she asked again. “What is?” Tom answered her question with a question. He smiled at the sight of her breasts and squeezed them and pinched her nipples with his fingers. “I wonder if men overseas say that.” She pushed him out of her and rolled onto her knees. “Say what Judy?” Tom entered her from behind and started thrusting hard and fast. She looked over her shoulder at him. “What you said as we were leaving the footy ground.” “So …what… did… I… say?” grunted Tom. “You said – ‘Show us your tits’. And my name is Julie.” She’s not into this thought Tom. He finished and withdrew and pulled his trousers up. “Well you did didn’t you? And that’s how we ended up here.”
about 1 year ago Miri 205 posts	Meat Lover He was like a rabid wolf, all caged animalistic power and snarling dribble. She eyed him speculatively. Dribble was good, useful even, but not on her face. She pushed his head down, away from her lips, offering her body as a platter. He turned gentle and teasing, tasting his way down her body. He kissed firm plum breasts, savoured ripe cherry nipples. He licked up from apple knees over peach soft inner thighs. She shifted and then let out a small gasp as he hit the exact right spot. Nibbling as if she was a juicy corn on the cob. She looked down and their gazes locked. His eyes turned feral. She shuddered. The vegetarian had gone, the carnivore was back. She surrendered. He devoured.
about 1 year ago Emma Robinson 23 posts	Escapism “Joseph, trembling, approached the secret garden. Behind the rows of neatly trimmed hedges lay his ultimate goal. Carefully he parted the undergrowth, revealing the gates to the garden itself. He slipped inside and gasped in wonder at the simplicity of it. A single circular water feature, seeming so dark and deep, overflowing as he comes nearer. He lowers his face to the pink, perfect petals of the rosebud at the heart of the garden, and intoxicated by the heady aromas he…” Jacob threw the book on the bed. “I don’t know why you read this crap. ‘Naomi DaPlum’ – what kind of ridiculous name is that? Perhaps less time reading, more time cleaning eh darling?” Little do you know Jacob my darling that Naomi DaPlum has proved to be a nice little earner, and soon I will have enough to disappear from your life…. But thanks always for the inspiration.
about 1 year ago NooneSpecial 28 posts	The gate’s up Perhaps it had not been long enough for Simon as he slavered in anticipation at her succulent, plump flesh, like a turned vegetarian who had not savoured a rare steak in half a lifetime. He disrobed at her merest come hither in the opposite manner of a diner in a fine restaurant donning a napkin, and without further ceremony he mounted his prize with the finesse of a jockey in the Melbourne Cup. The gate was up and he was racing, pushing his mount harder, the sweat pouring from his brow, determined to finish first; when a small voice whispered in his ear: “darling, are you in yet?”
about 1 year ago dolphinkist 2 posts	Wednesday As his tongue parted her mouth, she couldn’t resist: he tasted like stale Cheetos. He continued to slobber over her face as he groped her love-handles. His hands moved down and undid her zipper. Panic struck as she suddenly remembered she hadn’t shaved her legs since August. Maybe he won’t notice, she thought. His mouth was now attempting to create a hickey on her left breast as he pushed her pants down freeing one leg. He immediately untied his sweats to let his manhood pop out. As he climbed on top of her, his man-boobs swayed. He thrust hard…and missed. After two more attempts, she guided all three inches into her. He made four quick thrusts and collapsed on top of her, sweating on her chest. As they dressed, she noticed they still had 24 minutes of their 30-minute lunch break. “Want to get McDonald’s?”