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#SundaySmut Submission: Defining Curiosities

The Challenge:

“For this week’s #SundaySmut, we’d like to see a submission that features a F/M/F threesome (that’s Female/Male/Female, if you didn’t know). How you work that submission is up to you, but there should be three characters – 2 women, 1 man.”

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Leanne had always been bi-curious and that was exactly her problem. She could not say she was definitively hetero nor could she say she was homo and she couldn’t even say that she was bi. Leanne hated being curious.

That desire to discover, to define, to know for absolutely sure was a heavy weight that Leanne carried with her always. The curious was killing her. She had been with men her entire life. Currently, she was with a man. It wasn’t that she went out of her way to be with any specific gender, it just always ended up being that way. She always resented the men in her life because they found her before any woman had.

Kody knew all about Leanne’s problems. He knew the way she felt and the burden she assumed. He knew that she didn’t mean to be angry towards him sometimes and he understood her tears over curiosities. The only thing he could think to ever do was hold her and apologize, even though he knew that it was never enough to make the answer a definitive hetero.

Kody had always been open to the idea of threesomes. Threesomes with girls, threesomes with boys, threesomes for everybody. He had never had one before, but was sure that it would be an “awesome” situation no matter what. He had seen more than his share of threesomes in porn to know what to expect, of this he was sure, and he thought it would be “cool”.

Leanne had always imagined that her first time alone with a woman would be like her first time alone with a man: ALONE! She had never imagined that it would happen with the googly eyes of her long-term lover staring at her awkward attempts at navigating the female sex. Never thought that it would be with another person’s fingers and feelings and phalluses touching everything. Never anticipated that it would include the panting breaths and beating hearts and pleasurable moans of a woman, a woman and a man…

Kody knew all the right things to say to sway Leanne’s doubts. “I won’t ogle you two. I’ll give you time to awkwardly explore. We could do it together!” and Leanne would blush at the thought. “I’ll keep my hands and thoughts and cock to myself, unless you tell me otherwise. I’ll just sit back and not stare and I won’t touch.” and Leanne would roll her eyes in disbelief. “I won’t make a sound, I won’t make a peep, I won’t even breathe if you really don’t want me too!”, he’d say with so much enthusiasm that the whole room grew brighter and brighter and Leanne would giggle and smile, her red cheeks melting Kody’s heart and his joy melting the chip on her shoulder.

Leanne knew the perfect woman to be the answer to her curious questioning. She had offered before, when Kody and Leanne had first begun seeing each other and even when Leanne had begun seeing her boyfriend before that, but Leanne wanted to give the relationship time to blossom and grow, as all serial monogamists do. Leanne had met her when she was in college, and they became fast friends, although often didn’t see eye-to-eye, since Leanne was into monogamy and Jenette wasn’t.

Jenette was a perky brunette with a serious thing for women but an even more serious thing for sex. If Jenette didn’t answer her phone, there was only one thing that she could possibly be doing: having sex… And probably with a woman!

Kody liked everything about Jenette, everything except the fact that she never wanted him. Jenette had never even checked him out, not once. Never flirted with him or showed off too much skin around him, never tried to kiss him or hook him up with her friends. Nothing, at all. When Jenette was around, no one but Jenette existed.

It was kind of the perfect setup!

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#SundaySmut Submission: Moments of Duality (#Session5:D1)

The Challenge:

For this week’s #SundaySmut, we’d like to see a submission that features a M/F/M threesome (that’s Male/Female/Male, if you didn’t know). How you work that submission is up to you, but there should be three characters – 2 men, 1 woman.

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He was the most amazing lover I had ever had. I longed for him constantly and desired nothing more to feel his hot skin throbbing against mine. And that want, that need was all-consuming, overwhelming, and all-the-time.

Darren was a busy man. Always had places to go, people to see, business to attend to. He would try so hard to make time for my wants, that need of mine, but there was never any way around the meetings, the conference calls, the traveling.

After a particularly sour fight between us, my desires mounting beyond unbearable and his work keeping him longer and later, I felt more defeated than ever. I felt irrational, unacceptable, inappropriate, angry – a surge of endless emotion made its way over me and through me. I thought I’d never recover.

I went to bed, my arms crossed and my jaw clenched. I didn’t wait for him and I spread out across the entire bed, signaling that tonight was not a good night to sleep with me. He didn’t rush to my side, didn’t come to bed, didn’t notice my less than subtle signal. I fell asleep fuming.


The door creaked open ever so slightly allowing a sliver of golden light to penetrate the darkness. He peeked his head through the tiny crack, looked behind him and then opened the door, the light stealing every moment of darkness. I rolled and glared at him through squinted eyes. “What do you want?”, I barked.

He came and sat on the bed next to me. He was so calm and so peaceful looking. He rested his hand on my face, “I know you’re upset right now. But I know that you know that I love you more than anything else in the whole entire world.”. He paused a moment and I glared at the crumpled sheets beneath me. If he expected me to respond positively he was sorely mistaken.

Before I could open my mouth, he blurted out excitedly, “I got you something!”. I rolled my eyes and he stood up from beside me. I sat up quickly, almost more angry that he thought some material possession could solve the problem. “Now, it’s probably not what you’re thinking, but I know that you’re going to love it. You’ve mentioned that you’ve wanted it before and I hope that you’ll understand my motivations. I just love you so much and I never want to lose you, for any reason!”.

My eyebrows furrowed against my will and he rushed over to the door, still open and the only source of light in the room, and waved at something in the hall. I threw the blankets off and stood up next to the bed, ready to respond, although completely unaware of how.

He walked back in nervously and behind him followed another man. “This is umm… Marcus. He’s from work and well… umm… I kinda talked to him about… you know… us. We talked about it and thought that maybe he could umm… help?”. My hands immediately went to my hips, even though I was trying to force them to stay at my sides. He stepped towards me sheepishly, his face full of questioning.

I looked at his hand reaching out to me and noticed his shaking fingers. I glanced at the messed sheets on the bed, the blanket strewn about. I stared at the wall, the only dark area left in the room, my eyes narrowing on a corner. I scoffed out loud against my better judgement and flopped my arms down beside me, before lowering my head in silence. I could not figure out how to react at all.

Marcus stepped forward and reached out his hand. “Hey! I’m Marcus. Don’t be mad at him. It was all my idea, after all.”. I couldn’t help but giggle at the addition of “after all” and raised my hand to his. There was no need to be rude to a perfect stranger, after all. I took my hand away and flicked the hair out of my face, “So then, what do you guys expect to have happen here?”, I asked defiantly, waiting for them both to cave in this obvious dare or bet of some kind.

Darren put his hands on my waist and whispered in my ear, “Just go with it.” and I laughed out loud as he kissed my neck and moved behind me. He pulled my hair off my neck and continued to lay sweet, gentle kisses along my neck and shoulders. My eyes closed and my head fall back as I lingered in the sensation of him, his soft fingers trailing across my skin.

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#WordcountWednesday: This Brave New World

The Challenge:

Use the phrase “Everyone belongs to everyone else…” inspired by Brave New World by Aldous Huxley

We had been driving down the dusty dirt road in our clunky lemon of a car for the last twenty minutes. I had a map sprawled across my lap, legs stretched out the open window as green fields rolled by the tips of my white boat shoes. I kept saying, to him and myself, “I’m sure we made the right turn. It all looks right…”, trailing off every time to tap the creased paper with my pencil.

He confidently drove on, as if he knew exactly where he was going even though we were utterly lost, I was sure of it. Rows upon rows of trees whipped past us as dusty sand was tossed carelessly from our back wheels. He put his hand behind my head and patted, “Relax my girl. We’ll get there.” and he smiled that smile that melted my heart every time.

I sighed and looked ahead down the long sandy dirt road, my heart racing and my mind turning over and over. In the distance, I saw it. A big wooden gate. I pulled my legs down from the window and threw the map in the backseat. I grabbed his arm and half-shouted at him, “We’re here! It’s here!” and he grinned from ear to ear. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. He applied pressure to the brakes and moved the lemon over to the side of the road – half in the grass, half on the dirt.

“What..? What are you doing?”, I gaped at him, hands dropping into my lap.

“I just wanted to take a moment, you and me. I want to hold your hands and kiss you and make sure you’re ready for this.”, he grabbed my hands from my lap with one hand and placed the other beneath my chin, lifting my wide eyes up to meet his.

“I’m so ready! Aren’t you?”, my voice quaked as I asked.

He moved forward and locked his lips around mine, “I love you… so much!”, he whispered the “so much” gently.

I grabbed his arm, “I love you too… so much!”, and I snuggled my head against his neck, my long hair falling about his chest and arms, the smell of strawberries and almonds swirling around us both.

He nodded and said, “Well, then let’s go, shall we?” and we both straightened as the car rumbled back to movement down the last few feet of dusty road.

We stopped at the large gate before us and both ejected from the car in a burst. Our doors squeaked and we ran to the front of the car. Delicate carvings made their way up the poles holding the gate, twisting clear around them. Atop the poles sat an intricate sign decorated with the same carvings that read, “Everyone belongs to everyone else” and upon reading it, he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight to his body. I kissed his neck and jaw, barely able to contain my excitement. He seemed more reserved.

He released me after a moment and walked forward to unclasp the large gate and as he placed his hand on the soft wood, I wrapped my arms around him from behind and whispered, “Today is the day and I’ve never loved you more!” and he let out a large breath as he lifted the black-colored metal off its hinge.

The gate swung open, opening its welcoming arms to this couple in love.

I squeed loudly and cheerfully made her way back to the car, gracefully dancing a jig along the way. He raised his chin, pushed his shoulders back and his chest out and walked back to the car composed. The doors squeaked as they closed and the lemon sputtered to start through the gate.

Tall green trees surrounded them on each side, branches reaching far out above them. The dust continued to fly up behind them and they both sat high on the edge of their seats, searching the seclusion for signs of life. Smoke rose up from the trees above them and they knew they must be close.

Ten minutes passed before they came upon a clearing in the trees where a small grouping of cars were parked. Then, they saw it. The huge cabin surrounded by even more of the same trees. Dark logs laid on top of each other over and over again created the walls of the cabin, expanding upwards of three stories. A large porch wrapped around the entire building and as they pulled their rusty car around the circular dirt driveway to the door, four people emerged from the massive double doors separating us from them.

I opened the door quickly and sprang from the car in a burst. He sat unable to move. One by one, each of the four descended the stairs and wrapped their arms around me and I embraced them all with glee. A tall muscular man from the group walked around to the other side of the car and opened the car door. He reached his hand out, offering it to my lover and he emerged from the vehicle looking tense and awkward.

I ran over to him and took him by the hand, bringing him into the group which was now circling about us. An older lady with long graying hair smiled wildly at me and pointed her leathery finger towards the door. I nodded and the small girl in our group, hair red like the strawberries of my scented shampoo, frittered quickly to the door and quietly yelled into the house, “They’re here!” and you could hear the entire house come alive.

A stream of people came rushing out the front door and we were suddenly surrounded by twenty or thirty men and women, all in varying states of dress and ages. Hug after hug after hug, a thousand words barely heard or recognized, and then silence as the older lady made her way up the seven steps to the porch.

“It has been a long journey for our new sister and brother. Let them to their rooms and then we begin!”. The crowd began to disperse and the fiery-haired girl grabbed my hand and began to lead me towards the cabin. I grabbed my lover’s hand and he squeezed it hard. I kissed his cheek and whispered, “It’s going to be alright”, he nodded and looked ahead with determination.

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#MondaysMuse: Third Person Love

The Challenge

Write a piece in third person narrative.

They had met in highschool and hardly noticed one another. She was a skinny girl with coke bottle glasses and an inability to tame her wild hair who sat behind the most popular boy in the whole school during endless biology lessons conducted by none other than Mr. Bates – or as the school girls called him “Bator”.

He was popular at the school for a lot of reasons. First, his family owned half the town. His father was the mayor, his mother hosted grand banquets and all his brother’s – who were older than him – had these amazing jobs as lawyers and CEO’s. Then, he was a star athlete in the most extreme way that you could imagine. If there was a sport to be played, he was front and center, winning every medal imaginable. You’d never believe it by looking at him, but he had placed first in a ballet competition in Russia and had a dozen medals for professional wrestling.

When they first met, he was a relentless tease. He was incredibly good looking and when he was’t being a total ass, he was quite charming. Girls flocked to him constantly and even though he showed little interest, they just kept coming. Her first memory of him involves the dissection of a lamb’s eye – something she dreaded and he had looked forward to his whole life; it was the reason he was in biology instead of the other science classes taught at this jail cell they call highschool.

Years passed before they would meet again and this time, all the time that made up a life by this point had changed them entirely. He was still ridiculously good looking, although no longer boyish looking at all. Grey hair had creeped into his once dark locks, giving him an air of dignity that was hard to anticipate. He was no longer a successful athlete due to a stinging pain in his knees although his name was well-known from his long running career as such.

She was the most unrecognizable. Years of heartache, break-ups and make-ups gone bad, failures in her personal and professional life and hours wasted crying, left her looking ragged and frazzled beyond repair. Her wild hair, which had always been hard to tame, wiggled around her face in dizzy curls. Her skin was ruddy from too much sun, not enough protection and love and her lips chapped at the corners.

They bumped into each other on the street. He was rushing to the office, a briefcase in one hand and a coffee in the other, talking into the device strapped to his ear. She was off to meet her best friend Ivy for a coffee at the local shop they both spent way too much time at. Neither of them were paying any attention to the world around them and when they collided, his briefcase popped open and his coffee sprayed all over her tattered white dress.

She immediately started making this harsh cooing sound, as the coffee soaked right through the light fabric burning her sensitive nipples in an instant. He swooped down over the papers fleeing from the case, cursing loudly at the pantheon of random deities about his “stupid luck”. The whole street moved around them, as if there were some barrier keeping them from the dramatic scene about to unfold, as the too of them gathered themselves and their belongings.

She stood with her arms raised up by her side, trying to keep the hot fabric still on her hardening nipples. He closed up the briefcase, saying a silent goodbye to the lost charts and pages floating in the wind, and rose to see the white dress stained and clinging to her nipples. She pointed her finger, from it’s raised position, “Hey, I know you, don’t I?”.

He squinted his eyes at her, cocking his head slightly and reached up to brush a wet strand of hair out of her face. “Oh, maybe… I… uhm… I think so…”. She grabbed his waist and pulled him in for a tight hug, “Of course you do, it’s me!” and he felt strange because the girl he thought she was was not the type of girl who would or should hug him and yet, here she was…

She smelt like vanilla to him and her hair crowded his face. Without meaning to, his manhood sprung to life and she cooed at the feel of it against the wet front of her dress. He embraced her slightly tighter and she kissed his cheek as she pulled away. “Do you have somewhere you have to be?”, she asked him rather innocently and he nodded as he gulped, trying to cover himself with his briefcase. “Is it important?”, she implored, her freckled cheeks looking adorable behind her big glasses and wild hair. He just barely shrugged his shoulders and began to open his lips to explain, when she grabbed his hand and pulled him along behind her.

They walked rather hurriedly and every time he opened his mouth to ask a question or argue their fleeing with her, she turned and smiled and he forgot that he cared to know. They stopped in the middle of an alley between two tall brick buildings, a narrow curvy street winding between them. She pulled him in tightly again and wriggled against him, enjoying the feel of him through her thin dress.

She shoved him up against the brick wall and began undoing his pants, working his belt out of the front loops and unlatching the button. He seemed to grow and grow as her long fingers worked his length out of his pants. He put his hand in her wild and scraggly hair, feeling much softer than it looked, and pulled her in for a deep kiss and she pressed her body up against his, the front of her dress damp.

She turned away from him and lifted up the back of her dress, revealing nothing but her smooth white ass. He instinctively reached out and grabbed it when he realized that she was already very wet. He quickly rammed his strong cock deep into her and she let out a yelp as he pulled out and thrust deep again. He pulled hard on her hips, thrusting himself into her and she muffled the sounds of her screams in her hands which were firmly clasping around her mouth.

His final thrust was his hardest and her hands fell to the ground to support herself as he half collapsed on her backside shivering, the wall behind him just barely keeping him off the ground. He sunk until he was seated and she moved with him, keeping his shrinking cock inside of her. He closed his eyes trying to piece together what had just happened and she turned herself around to face him.

She stroked his hair as she kissed his forehead, this small crease forming on it from a vein that appeared when he became confused. Her hands traveled through his greying hair and she laid kisses around his nose, down his neck, across his jawbone as the muscles of her pussy gently clenched around him. His hands wrapped about her body and he gently rocked his hips without being aware of his slight actions.

He muttered, “What just… happened…?” and she shook her head, “We’re just getting to know one another, now, aren’t we?”, and he nodded even though he had no idea what she meant. They sat in that alley, in that position for what felt like a lifetime, muttering things back and forth to each other and before they knew it, they felt like they had gotten to know one another. They exchanged stories and told truths, they spoke about work and friends and by the end of it had repeated another climax for each of them, in that position.

When they walked away from that encounter, her cellphone squealing with calls from her missed coffee with Ivy and his head heaving with all the appointments he had just missed, they never considered that would be the start of what has now become a 20-year marriage with 3 kids and 6 grandkids…