Jami Denise says:
August 25, 2013 at 10:14 pm
Jealousy. That’s how it began. She had him, the man I’d waited for since I was sixteen. I’d craved his love, begged for it, and she’d stolen it.
She couldn’t have known. She didn’t know me, or him, back then.
Even I had to admit she was wonderful. Big brown eyes hidden by blunt blonde bangs and an infectious smile.
Off on his board, he was oblivious to the budding flirtation on the sand. Coppertone and roaming fingers, soft velvet and slender curves.
Our tongues touched, discrete and carnal. Her hand slid down my back, cupping my pussy and slid her finger inside.
“Has a woman ever touched you before, Jolleen?” she whispered in my ear.
My hips wiggled, signaling her for more as I shook my head.
“He whispers your name in his sleep, Jolleen. He has pictures of you, I saw them. I wondered about you.”
I was panting, so turned on and afraid at the same time. Her words banged around in my head like a marble dropped off a ten-story building. He thought of me… and so did she.
“I want to fuck you, and you want him. Do you want us… to fuck you?”
word count : 199
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Jami Denise says:
August 18, 2013 at 7:02 pm
Vain and pure, she reeks of class and a grace I can’t describe. She shouldn’t want me. She knows it, flaunts it.
I duck into the crowd, teasing, playing a game she thinks only she can win. I know better. Underneath the draping of her father’s success, and her mother’s pearls, lives a woman that desires the dirty, uncouth touch of my calloused hands.
She can’t let go, I won’t let her. She finds me, standing in the dark hall and follows me into an empty room.
I’ll defile her. She gives it. Eagerly.
“Take off everything but the pearls. I want you on your knees.”
The dress slides off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She’s bare flesh–sin. Mine.
I run a finger down her throat, between her breasts, grasping the dangling pearls in my fist, pulling her mouth to mine.
I invade her, taking the innocence and pleasure she possesses. I hold her ass, supple and fat and fleshy. My fingers dip underneath, testing, feeling and soaking her essence up.
I do this. Gutter trash. Broke fuck. I take her shiney and turn her into filth, wrapping those pearls of her mother’s around her neck, I ruin her.
Word Count: 200
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Judge : Krystel H
Winner: Jami Denise
I loved this entry, it was demanding, gritty, even dirty in the most delicious of ways all the while dripping of pure sin. Teasing up until the last very last word. This is one I wish was longer than the 200 words allowed.