Don't Fucking [DELETE] Me!

Are you ready? There are 14 fierce entries to my [DELETED] contest. I'm leaving the poll up until Friday, so you have plenty of time to savor each one. Now, pour some coffee, rev your engines, and get reading! Oh, and in case you're a virgin to my contests—winners will receive nifty cool buttons from ETSY, and one lucky writer will be probed (I just like to say the word) on my Trollop Salon.

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Entry #1: Glass People

In Tango's eyes, Elaine a Goddess.



Spread before him like a pair of wings, she looked up at him with amber brown eyes and crooked a smile. He watched as she lifted her hand and set it on her [DELETED], then moved it down the tanned plane of her skin until she reached her [DELETED]. She gestured him to come closer with her knees.



"Come on." Her eyes narrowed at his hesitation, but gently. "You won't break me."



Tango wasn't sure about that. He was a body-builder and a brute and she was a florist. He was thirty-two years old and his body was aging faster than he was, and she was fifty-four. He was afraid he would have a heart-attack and collapse on her, and she wouldn't have the strength to crawl away from his weight.



It was stupid and it would make Elaine groan, but Tango was too worried to do a thing. That's when he felt Elaine's hand on his [DELETED].



His blood running hotter, Tango looked into Elaine's eyes again. He expected to see a clever twinkle, her soul chuckling at his young silliness, but there was only desire there. She pulled at him, gentler when he moaned at the strain, and didn't stop until he was lying on top of her. Her hand was on the small of his back, keeping him from leaving.



"You won't break," she promised, and [DELETED]. And he didn't.

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Entry #2: PAYBACK



Judd yanks my hair, bringing tears to my eyes. “Did I tell you to stop?”



I owe him one, but there’s no reason for him to be such a dick about it. I glare at him, and a slow grin spreads across his face. He taps the head of his [DELETED] against my lips, and I taste the tip of him with my tongue.



“Are you ready to be a good little [DELETED]?”



Mess with me, will he? I know how to master this situation.



I [DELETED] him into my mouth and caress him with deliberate strokes. A firm hand gripping his shaft, I [DELETED] him base to tip, tongue flicking, teasing, before I envelope him in the hot wetness of my [DELETED.] 



A harsh breath escapes his lips; hazy lust clouds those dark brown eyes. I [DELETED] harder, with building momentum, until he grabs the back of my [DELETED], holding me in place on his [DELETED].



“[DELETED],” he murmurs, his voice a tortured groan as he [DELETED] against my tongue. I lap his [DELETED], [DELETED] him until at last he lets go, and shaking, pushes me away.



Scalp tingling, I swipe my hand across my [DELETED] and stand up. I tower over him and unzip my jeans, but he’s not watching me, his head is tossed back and his eyes are closed. Fuck payback. I’m gonna get mine.



I slap him hard on the thigh. “Get up you [DELETED] jerk. We’re not [DELETED] yet.”

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Entry #3: Honey, I'm Home




When you get home from work, I can hardly wait to get my hot little hands on you. Tug at your faded jeans, thick with dust. Yank [deleted] boxers. Suck your hard cock into my mouth and kiss you hello.

I like your dirty hands on my face. The bits of plaster and dirt that sift into my hair when you pull. I like that you smell like sunshine and heat and tar. I like that my crisp [deleted] blouse and my sensible [deleted] skirt look so incongruous to your ripped tee and filthy cap.

You say, “Come up here, doll face.” You spread me over the dining room table and part me with your fingers. You kiss me hello, long and wet licks of your tongue, making me clutch at wood and [deleted] napkins and candlesticks made of [deleted]. “Wider.” Your fingers are in me, fucking me, forcing me over the wood grain.

I love the sound of your zipper. The way you sing, “My little secretary. Make room for the boss man.” You’re joking about my proper little job while dry flecks of gravel slide from your boots onto [deleted] floor.

You push your hard hot cock into me. Hot from the August [deleted]. Hot like a fever. Hot like [deleted]. You fuck me and my hair swishes in my ear like someone telling secrets.

I get one, two, three smacks on the ass and then I’m coming. And you are laughing. And saying in my [deleted], “Honey, I’m home.”

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Entry #4: Talk Hard

"Why is it," you murmur, "that you let me do such dirty things to you but won't tell me your fantasies?" You smack my ass, watch me writhe.

"I don't know," I manage. "It's just so...intimate."

"And this isn't?" You slowly work a finger into my [DELETED]. My head spins.

"Point taken." But I'm silent. Distracted.

You take your hands away. I whimper. "Tell me," you say.

"Well…" I falter. "We're at a restaurant." You touch me again: instant reward. "You grab me. By the restrooms. You tell me not to scream. You drag me inside, pull my shirt up to cover my eyes. You use my panties to tie my wrists behind me."

You turn me face-up, spread me open, rub against me.

"You push me down, shove your [DELETED] into my mouth. Harder than usual. I realize I never saw your face. You could be anyone."

You slide into me just a bit, then out, holding my hips so I can't wriggle onto you.

"You [DELETED] my face," I pant, "a little too roughly. I can't catch my breath. You hit the back of my throat over and over…"

You grunt, but don't move.

"And then you hoist me up, bend me over the sink and thrust into me, and I'm coming --"

You groan, finally slamming into my [DELETED]. One, two, three strokes…

And you pull out, leaving me open-mouthed, gasping. You head for the door. "Get dressed," you say, grinning. "I'm taking you to dinner."

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Entry #5: Sweet Nothings

For the nice, [DELETED] becomes a living love letter, written and read concurrently. While an ordinary love letter is opened, read, and finished, a [DELETED] love letter exists in the eternal present moment... a dynamic field of immediacy which can be lengthened and experienced indefinitely (as long as one keeps [DELETED]). To put it another way, this "letter" is in a constant state of opening, unfolding, and discovery. It is composed spontaneously, yet there’s opportunity to think for a moment before you [DELETED]. Though there’s no personalized letterhead, perfumed stationery, or individual handwriting, one is free to express openly and may feel unusually uninhibited. This sense of freedom makes the [DELETED] intimate. And the "letter" can be saved to be re-read later at one’s leisure or allowed to disappear like a fleeting phone conversation.

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Entry #6: Autumn Morning



The [DELETED] is as cool as the fragrant [DELETED] is intoxicating, and he drifts off into a very deep sleep. He’s covered in goose bumps. Every hair on his body stands up. His nipples are hard and his balls are drawn up tight. His penis is soft. He’s eerily still, and his breathing is shallow.

I stare at his crotch. His ball sac is so contracted it’s hard. His cock is at its limpest. I realize I can fit all of him in my mouth. If his package weren’t so cold, this would be impossible. I’ve never simultaneously held a cock and balls in my mouth, and I can’t resist this opportunity. I wrap my lips around his genitals and slowly slurp. Still in a deep sleep, he doesn’t even twitch. Emboldened, I moisten the cock and balls with my tongue and gently suck. I can feel his cock stir to life, pulsing and swelling. His balls loosen.

I begin to panic—what if I can’t get him out of my mouth? After only moments of sucking, he has doubled in size and continues to expand. I try to draw away but can’t open wide enough to let that engorged flesh out. Now he’s steadily throbbing, inching toward my throat. I envision myself choking on him. I can think of worse ways to die, but I’m still too young.

Suddenly, like a lathered finger freeing itself from a [DELETED], he slips out of my mouth. And I feel so empty.

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Entry #7: Trading Places

She slid into my arms and pressed her silken skin against mine as you took his hand. You watched me cup her breasts and I watched him introduce your flesh to his touch. The time for hesitation was gone. Your arousal parted your lips for his demanding kiss, your [DELETED]pointing at him, and we moaned aloud at the sight, her juices painting a slick trail down my stomach.

My fingers found her clit and she bucked against me. I twisted us so we could watch you as he dragged his teeth against your neck, his hand drawing throaty groans with each stroke of your [DELETED]. It was your fantasy to be with him, our fantasy to watch you. Her lips found mine, chocolate and raspberry from dessert flavoring her kisses, and I slid [DELETED] inside her. Her hot, tight, velvety cunt clamped around me as I captured a nipple between my teeth, taunting it with my tongue.

"Oh fuck," you both breathed out. I was fucking her, and he was [DELETED] you.

Her nails scorched trails across my shoulders and she rode against me, her scent making my mouth water. I lost myself in exploring her flesh, rolling her back along the length of the couch so I could spread her for my pleasure. My last sight made [DELETED] shudder, flying high on the symphony of sex. "Oh god," she whimpered, bowing up over me as I tasted her.

Our fantasy was trading places and you were sucking another man's [DELETED].

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Entry #8: Just Like Candy

She's just like Candy. Same voice, same brown eyes, same smoothly shaved [DELETED]. She comes to my apartment at the same time Candy used to, almost to the minute. She undresses and grabs me by the tie and leads me to the bedroom or to the shower or to the couch, just like Candy.

She undresses me, grabs hold of my [DELETED], puts it in her mouth and savors it, rolls her tongue across it, licking up and down.

She sighs just like Candy. Lets me touch her just like Candy. Calls my name as I slide my tongue up and down her delicious [DELETED]. She tastes just like Candy.

As I slip inside of her, she moans, calls my name, clutches the sheets. She's so [DELETED], she feels like she's melting into me, like chocolate left in the sun too long. Just like Candy.

We move slowly, extending the pleasure as long as we possibly can. Gradually, we increase the pace, until we're hammering against each other.

"Yes!" she cries out, her hands grasping my hips, pulling me, pushing me, further inside of her. It's all I can do to keep from [DELETED]. I want this to last forever, like an Everlasting Gobstopper in "Willy Wonka".

I'm deep inside when I finally give up the struggle and let go.

Afterwards, as we lay next to each other, her head resting on my chest, just like Candy, I stroke her hair and tell her that she reminds me of someone.

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Entry #9: "He [DELETED] Her"



They came to the bed, limbs entangled. She fell backward, he tumbled on top of her. Lips met lips, tongues met [DELETED]. His mouth traveled down her neck, across her chest, ended at her [DELETED], which was still covered in damp satin. A flick of the wrist, a twist of a button here, release of a zipper there, her [DELETED] was naked, wet, ready for him to [DELETED]. He plunged into her depths, tasted of her salty musk. He sucked her [DELETED], loved it, made it vibrate until she came hard, hard, hard. He [DELETED] her, made her come again, again. And then he [DELETED], because it was all she needed. For now.

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Entry #10: IN THE GROOVE



You have the cutest little dimple in the middle of your [deleted]. It’s just the right size for me to place my thumb while I’m working your [deleted] with my middle finger and sucking your [deleted].

You were surprised the first time I mentioned it. You never noticed it when you looked at yourself in the mirror because it only shows up when you’re lying down. Your scrotum, heavy and full, contracts a little, and there it is. This perfect concave spot. Sometimes, when I’m licking my way down your [delete], it’s like a punctuation mark, a period at the end of the journey. I can twirl the tip of my tongue in the fuzzy round hole just like when I rim your [deleted].

You made me take a picture of your [deleted] ‘cuz you didn’t believe me. You looked at the image for a long time, turning the camera to see it from every angle. “What the hell,” you said with amazement. Then, you smiled. “Pretty damn cool.” Your eyes searched my face. “Do you like it, baby?”

Of course I like it. It’s an extra bonus. An additional turn-on that makes my [deleted] ache even more when I’m going down on you. It’s the touchstone I save for the end, just before you [deleted]. I tag it before I come back up to suck you, milk you, relieve you of your own ache.

And then it disappears. Until the next time we [deleted].

Yeah, pretty damn cool.

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Entry #11: THE RESTAURANT CRITIC



"By yourself? Sit here." I trailed the tapered, dimpled girl's matter of fact swagger fidgeting toward a position unlike any I'd found myself before. "Everything you see there, we can do. He'll serve you."

Him? I needed to work up my nerve. I felt meek asking for it, it was too improper for a girl, alone, to treat herself this way. But when he approached, brusque but attentive in offering me a drink, I just slipped. "I want [DELETED.]"

"And not six." I always get six. "Tonight... tonight I can handle twelve." Yet already I couldn't swallow. I couldn't even make eye contact.

When he returned I realized my eyes may have been bigger than my [DELETED.] Narrowing my focus, I opened my mouth. Were their eyes on me? Heat in my cheeks soon spread farther past my lips, down my throat while a chill coursed through me.

Just when I couldn't swallow anymore, [DELETED] came. I was flush. Feeling them both watching as I dipped my hands into my [DELETED,] I no longer cared when I reached out offering my [DELETED] as payment.

"Cash only."

Crimson I apologized. "I don't usually pay for this sort of thing."

But she just ignored me smoothing the crumpled bills I passed her, unmoved. "If you want to come here again to get your fill this is how it works."

Smoothing my skirt and rising to leave, he tilted, admitting he recognized me all along. "So did you see stars?"

Stretched and satisfied I walked out totally exposed as well.

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Entry #12: Pathway to Panties

It was June, and the department-store escalator was a pathway to panties. I was heading up as everyone else was heading down, and a parade of [DELETED] summer skirts came at me, floor after wonderful floor. It’s strange seeing the women’s [DELETED] before their pretty summer faces—given a choice, I would view those attributes in the opposite order—but thighs and panties were what I got at eye level first, and I wasn’t going to complain. I would review later, taking control of the images to freeze the loveliest ephemera in place—panties and faces, perhaps mixed and matched—within a selective gallery in my mind.

In the lingerie department, en route to men’s [DELETED], I relished the excuse to take in eyefuls of lace and silk and flirty cotton, especially as stretched across the proud behinds of mannequins or modeled on voyeur-friendly placards. I experienced the usual [DELETED] here, even though I’d already seen a more interesting selection on my way up.

The saleswoman’s unspoken greeting was friendly and intelligent. “Enjoying our stroll through the land of panties, are we?” was the message in her smile. She hoped I was, and she knew I was. Her own skirt was on the short side, and maybe she wished *she’d* been going down when I was going up. Maybe she wished that she could [DELETED] for me like one of her mannequins, and that I could see her perfect panties moisten as I walked by her station.

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Entry #13: You Will Be [Deleted]

Slowly.
Intensely.

You'll like being [deleted].

Exquisitely.
Passionately.

It's good to be [deleted].

Softly.
Roughly.

Do you want to be [deleted]?

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Entry #14: Opportunity

I felt bad about cheating on my mistress, but opportunities like this don't come along very often, if ever. I was shopping for lube at my favorite store when this young woman wandered into the aisle and began looking at the various brands. "So many to choose from," she finally said, and then she turned to me. "Do you have any recommendations? I want to try [DELETED] for the first time."

My wife isn't open to [DELETED]. "Not gonna happen," she says. My mistress doesn't really enjoy [DELETED] either, but I have enough experience that I was able to point out a couple of different brands to the young woman. Not content with this information, she wanted to discuss the pros and cons of each one, and after several minutes we were both obviously heated up, practically dripping with the desire to [DELETED] right then and there.

We ended up at her place with an assortment of lube and a package of condoms. I think she had more experience with [DELETED] than she originally let on, because we [DELETED] on her bed, we [DELETED] on her couch, and we even [DELETED] on her beanbag chair. I don't know where I found the stamina, but it was the best [DELETED] I'd ever had.

Unfortunately, things began to unravel pretty quickly after that day. Turns out the young woman's sister was friends with one of my mistress' friends, and word got around. I not only lost my mistress; my wife left me also. Ironically, my ex-wife and ex-mistress ended up together, probably because they shared a common contempt for me. Last I heard, they were [DELETED] each other.

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Oh, holy fuck. Right? I mean, I am quite literally fanning myself with a copy of Penthouse. (Did you hear? I'm in Penthouse this month.) Read them once. Read them twice. Then pick your favorite and vote. Send this link to a friend, to a lover, to an enemy. Let's see how many readers we can slip through the poll. And stop by soon—I've got a new contest ready to rock and roll!

XXX,
Alison