Sex Scene Championships

Unfortunately Dorkville lost but received a lot of praise. We were up against a tough scene so I am ok with it. I'm working on getting Dorkville ready to publish but it will be delayed. I'm sorry but I can't rush it out and be one of THOSE indie authors that puts out a book riddled with typos and grammar mistakes. Happy reading everyone!

Working in Dorkville

This story has taken over and is streaming along. What started as jotting down and idea turned into a full scene then chapter and now it is several thousand words. It has pushed my other stories to the back of my brain and is holding them hostage until it is written. I'm typing up what I have written so far and then it is back to pen and paper to scribble it out. Hopefully I can supply Dorkville's demands before it kills any of the hostages. Thank you to everyone who is actually visiting and supporting me, it is hard to take this step into the world with any art.

Full Scene from the Sex Scene Championship~~ The entire first chapter of Welcome to Dorkville

Chapter One

His muscles tensed a moment before I was airborne and landing on the pillow soft mattress. Looking at him I could almost see the hunger pulsing through his body. How did I end up in an expensive hotel room with a sex god?

Oh yeah, Kerri is how. My best friend needed to be rewarded with flowers and candy and dinner. Oh wow, if he keeps this up she'll be getting jewelry. She had shown up at my apartment dressed like a high priced call girl and swept me along like a horny fairy godmother. Before I knew it she had wiggled her manicured fingers and I was walking into the lower levels of the club to the private party. Single women were free and this was my first official outing since reclaiming that designation a year ago. I could hardly recognize myself, I looked 10 years younger, nearly illegal. I even got carded, what an ego boost. I was 30, divorced and probably a little too comfortable until HFG Kerri showed up.

A tickle across the top of my breasts breaks me from my busy mind.

He has black hair and chocolate eyes with the dark tanned skin of a Native American. Tall and muscular and all man, he is my wettest dream come true. I can’t believe the state of my panties and we’ve only started, this must be a record. If I am honest though, they’ve been soaking wet since I first saw him at the party downstairs. He had been dancing with another woman at the time, if you wanted to call it that. It was closer to fucking and I knew I wanted some. His body had seemed to slither across hers, his arms snaking around her and sliding across intimate places. The exotic beauty threw her head back as he worshiped her throat and collar, working towards her obviously fake breasts.

Why do women do that? Big'uns aren't as much fun as they seem.

As I had the thought he had looked up at me and smiled before taking a cloth covered nipple into his mouth. Almost taking me to my knees from halfway across the room. Now I’m in his room watching him melt out of his clothes like they were never there. I openly admire his body nearly crying out when he releases his massive piece of man candy. He is truly perfect, this must be a dream.

I pinch myself, nope definitely awake.

“What was that?” He chuckles as he prowls up the length of the bed to hover over me.

“Just a minor reality check,” I say just before our lips connect in an electric frenzy of hunger and need. Leaving me with no time to worry about being such a dork.

My pulse quickens and my body heats as his hands deftly unzip my slinky black dress and slips it down my body. Before I know it I’m nearly nude, he left my thigh high stockings and fuck me heels in place. His mouth is on my large breasts making my nipples scream for more as his hands find my slick center and the pleasure button that is the key to my undoing. My hips move of their own accord as I cry out my first orgasm of the night.

“My little sex kitten you are a piece of work,” he growls in my ear just as I feel the soft cuffs wrap around my wrists. “This is only the beginning, you know. I’m going to take you places you never imagined tonight, you only have to let me.”

I smile up at him and nod, I can’t even think of talking right now. I feel too much and might say something I’ll regret. He shifts down my body, worshiping it with his hands and mouth as he goes until he reaches the core of my need and spreads my legs wide to accommodate his broad shoulders. I gasp when his mouth engulfs my button and I find my way to another climax. I feel sexy and wanton and I am loving it.

With wild need he rushes up my body and into me with one swift stroke. Sinking and stretching and feeling like a gift from the gods. We rode the waves of ecstasy with pounding thrusts and a feral need that went deeper than we knew at the time. I wasn’t sure if hours or days past but eventually we slipped into deep sleep, satisfied for now.

I woke a little later to a strange feeling. A warm puff of air, a tickle and then soft, warm lips on my back just above my hips. My body shudders, how could he know that special place without even knowing my name. At least I assume he wouldn't remember after only one breathless mumble. I can't even remember if he told me his. While my orgasmically drugged mind sorted through it all and processed the time on the clock I realized what had felt like hours must have been minutes.

Rolling me over he expertly moved between my legs and began kissing my soft belly keeping his eyes locked with mine.

“Hi.” Really, that is all I can say? Hi? Dorkville, next exit. I have no idea what the right thing to say is, I've never done this before.

He smiled and more sex dripped right off of him. Or was that me drooling? “You don't have to be nervous, Lynn. I'm going to make you scream my name again. Slower this time and you will wait to come until I tell you I'm ready for it.”

Speechless again I bit my lip and nodded.

Positioning my hands above my head, each hand gripping the other elbow he simply looked in my eyes and nodded. I understood the unspoken command to keep my hands and arms safely in their current position. The lack of words in the presence of his orders made me drip. Oh the things man like this could teach me given a week, or two, or ten.

I could taste the salt from my skin on his lips and the tang of my juices still lingering on his tongue from before. The kiss was leisurely and he seemed to be exploring my mouth, memorizing my tongue, branding my lips. When his lips left mine they didn't leave my skin as he moved toward my breasts, trailing soft warm kisses down my neck and over my collar bone much like he had done on the dance floor when we first saw each other. My heart was already dancing a jig. I hope it calms down a little, this feels like a marathon rather than a sprint. Within minutes I was wondering if this was just the start of a triathlon. First event: Nipple Torture. I imagined second would be Deep Valley Diving and I could only hope that the last would be the Long Distance Pole Ride. You need to get out more before you start running for Mayor of Dorkville. Nobody could ever feel self conscious while a man like this practically worshiped their body, so my typical responses drifted through my mind virtually unnoticed.

His mouth continued it's torture as he moved down my body, finally spreading my legs wider than I ever thought they could go and ran his tongue up my slit in a long, torturous glide before settling in nose deep. His persistent licking and sucking made it harder to hold still, my instinct being to grab his head and hold him there. He kept bringing me to the edge of the cliff and pulling me back just before I could fall. Panting and practically begging for release he impaled me without warning, rough and possessive. Making me come immediately, gasping and writhing against him and he held still and rode the waves of my life altering orgasm. Just as I'm coming down from the raging high of my orgasm he began taking me like a starving man devouring a meal.

When he leaned forward, grasping my hands above my head and kissed me animalistically I shattered around him again. He growled into my mouth and his thrusts became harder, faster and more erratic until at last he slammed into me harder than ever before and grunted, “Come.”

I did.

I woke up when my phone began playing Kerri's ringtone as if it were stuck on a loop. I knew I needed to answer soon. When “Barbie Girl” started playing again I wrapped the sheet around myself and retrieved my phone.

“Shut up.” I already knew that a friendly hello wouldn't have helped me. She would have released the dam on her mouth and had be dead in a ditch within minutes. I heard her take a deep breath and then I continued. “Thank you for the exciting life I was living in that fucked up brain of yours but it is only as exciting as a lot of great sex with a really hot guy.”

“Thank you, Kitten,” he said close to my ear and loud enough to be heard. Between my mini speech and that masculine appreciation Kerri was worked up with a different kind of excitement.

“You dirty whore, I'm so proud of you!”

“Be proud later, I'm busy.” I hung up and turned off my phone, she would understand, just as my sex god came back with a tray of food and a self satisfied grin. The man just got better and better.

“I was going to wake you up with breakfast in bed but your friend beat me to it.”

Friend seemed to have a question mark attached to it and my mouth finished answering the question just as my brain processed the real question. I was helpless when my mouth got ahead of me like this. You could almost hear the disaster sirens going off in Dorkville as I panicked, just a little.

“My girlfriend, Kerri.” He raised an eyebrow and I felt my face heat and my mouth take control. “Not girlfriend, just a girl...friend. I'm into boyfriends. Well not plural boyfriends at once, I've never done anything like that.”

Shut up Lynn! I screamed at myself. My face was getting hotter and hotter. I began to worry my head would explode, covering my sex god in gray matter and gore.

He kissed me then and all I could do was respond instinctively as all brain function stopped for the moment. How cute, he already knows how to shut you up. That bitchy voice pulled me back a little and I ended the kiss. He moved away enough to reveal the food heaven he had ordered. I love food almost as much as I love video games and sex, in no particular order.

We dove into a breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage and fruit. He clearly doesn't think I'm dieting but does he think I eat a lot because I'm not super skinny? I did my best to brush the thought aside and just enjoy myself, knowing that it wasn't the last I would hear from myself. I let myself enjoy the conversation and tried not to cringe when I let my dork-side out.

I told him about work, not quite my dream job but I was working for my dream company. Just being a lowly assistant at Blinded didn't have a lot of perks but a free membership for my favorite online game was epic. I asked him if he played.

“A little, when I can.” His voice could seriously make a girl high and leave her begging to OD. Ok, ok, bad analogy. I'm sick, what can I say?

“Which faction, fallen or risen?” Please say fallen...

“Fallen, Fury server. How about you, Kitten?”

He seemed to have settled on this for my pet name, but a pet name for a one night? Weird much? Wait, did he just say what I think he said? Same side? Same server? Maybe this could work after all.

“The same. Maybe we could play together sometime.”

He smiled and kissed me, murmuring against my lips something about playing with each other a lot but it was lost on me as we kicked the dishes aside, some clattering to the floor loudly, giving ourselves room to once again revel in each others bodies.

Moving Minds

My brain and I are in conflict. I really want to push Rhiannon and Niall's story forward however another story is insisting on having my undivided attention. So, I surrendered late yesterday and doubled the scene I submitted to the contest. It will be it's own book soon. There is still no title and although the Sex Kitten has found a name the god has not. What name do you think rolls off the tongue best during orgasm?

Chapter 7

Rhia had arranged for Inara to stay with her for a few days. It was time to tell her everything and say goodbye. Her time was running out. Tomorrow she was to learn who her husband would be. Or at least who the council wanted her to marry but she already knew she wouldn't. She nearly had everything in place for her escape.

In order to avoid suspicion she had tucked her bag into the back of her wardrobe with her winter dresses. Only packing a few items at a time helped avoid the maids' notice of missing clothing. She wouldn't be taking much, just a couple changes and some money she had managed to save. Hopefully it would be enough for some new clothes and a new life when they found their place.

She had to wait until they were alone. Inara's guard would sleep in the small room linked to the one Niall slept in but both guards would be with them until they retired to her room for the evening. Time seemed to drag, testing her patience. What patience she possessed had been spent by the time it was lat enough to excuse themselves from her parents and go up to her chambers.

Hugging and kissing her parents was difficult at this point. Knowing she would leave them behind, probably forever, was ripping a piece of her heart away. She bid Niall a soft good night while Inara ignored (her guard). She had begun to notice a lack of interaction between them, whereas she had a type of friendship building with Niall.

She waited until the maids had helped them change and shut the door behind their ample backsides.

“We need to talk,” she bounced on the bed, patting the place beside her and oozing nervous energy. “You need to promise to keep this a secret though.”

Inara crawled up beside her and looked into her eyes to gauge how serious she was, “This must be huge. Who are we gonna kill?” she grinned at Rhia, trying to get a chuckle when she started wagging her eyebrows and nudging her.

“Hopefully nobody dies from this.” Famous last words, Rhia.

Inara went serious, she seemed to finally understand the weight her friend was carrying on her delicate shoulders. They sat in silence a moment, Inara silently giving her support and patiently waiting while Rhia gathered herself for the impending storm that began the moment she told her only friend the truth.

Sighing Rhia forced out, “I'm going away in a few days. Niall and I are going.”

“When will you be back?” Inara was nodding as if she already understood the answer. Her green eyes flashed as she answered for Rhia, “You don't think you're ever coming back.” It was more of a statement than a question, quickly followed by “We're coming with you.”

How did I know she would start there? Rhia thought while spouting her rehearsed response, “You can't go, Inara. I won't allow you to throw your life away with me. It is going to be dangerous and if we are caught the consequences will be unbearable.” She held onto her friend's shoulders and looked her in the eyes, trying to push her sincerity into Inara. She felt the moment when her will started to overtake Inara's and pushed her away, closing her eyes.

Inara touched her lightly and spoke softly, “Rhia, I could never let you go alone and you know I've always been miserable here. My happiness has only been two places- out there and with you. If you are out there, then there is no happiness in here.”

Rhia could feel the truth of her words, she didn't even need her powers here. She had always known this particular truth about her fiery friend.

“Can I know the reason we are leaving? Are you finally going to go to him?” She had been urging Rhia to listen to the goddess and take Niall as her lover, although she had felt this should be on the side. Perhaps she had merely been spouting what she though she should say. Inara seemed to genuinely want to go. “I had a feeling this was what you were up to so I packed appropriately. Of course I'll leave most of what I brought here but I brought some of my lighter dresses and some sturdy boots.” It was hard for Rhia not to be sucked in by her friend's exuberance.

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There was a light knock on the door connecting him to Rhiannon's room. His pulse jumped at the thought of having her alone with his bed so close and the rest of the house tucked away for the night. Before he could pull himself together and respond the door eased open and she quickly slipped in and closed it. The soft light cast by the only candle he had lit made this seem unreal. He struggled with his blood deprived brain to form coherent thoughts beyond those involving a lack of clothing and a probable death sentence.

He blinked and she was right in front of him. He could smell her sweet scent rising to tickle his nose and make his cock harden more. It was as if his body were reaching for her of it's own accord. She placed her hands on his bare chest, her touch branding him. Looking down into her gentle face he breathed, “You shouldn't be here.”

She parted her lips and he felt himself bend a little. He found himself seeing the logic of allowing a kiss. If he kissed her this one time he might be able to let it go and quit craving her. When his lips met her his brain melted, total liquification. He was drowning in her scent, her taste and the soft warmth of her flesh. The kiss deepened and grew hungrier. She snaked her arms up around his neck as he ran his hands around her waist and down over the firm globe of her behind. She moaned into his mouth and rocked her hips, pushing herself into his hands. His fingers began exploring the dips and valleys of her body, the soft spots and hard places.

When he felt her fingers loosening his breeches his brain suddenly switched on and he knew they needed to stop or they wouldn't. He took her hips in his hands and pushed and he stepped back. He took a deep breath and started to talk before his mouth found hers again.

“Rhiannon, you know we can't do this. You are to be betrothed tomorrow and we would have to leave or die. I will tell you now, I would not be able to share your affection with your husband. I could not bear the guilt of your punishment should we be found out, not for a moment.”

Rhia looked at him with a mixture of emotions playing across her face. Niall was certain he saw desire, sadness, anger and possibly determination just before a strange serenity settled there.

“You are right. It is not something to take lightly, I have given it great thought. I have plans, but not for tonight. I just needed to know for sure.”

With that she left him alone with his imagination making nightmares of her words. He had a sinking feeling that protecting her was about to get a lot harder.

The last of the scenes I did not pick for the Sex Scene Championships

This scene is from a book I have only just started and jotted a few notes and paragraphs about. I am not actively working on this story right now because I am focusing on Shadow Dance, I want Niall and Rhiannon to get their story before I engross myself in another. The book for this scene is tentatively called "Shot and Bound" and I hope you can see why soon.

Enjoy!


I was bound and kneeling on the cold hardwood floor of his studio. I could hear him as he moved around the room but with the blindfold firmly in place I had no idea where exactly he was or what he was doing. There was an occasional tug on the ropes that hugged my body and held it exactly the way he wanted it to be presented. Sometimes there was a click and I knew he had taken another shot. The flood that would follow between my legs was almost embarrassing, my thighs were wet and I was sure the floor was getting a little damp as well. With every breath the ropes squeezed and caressed my body intimately. Like the firm hands of a lover the ropes teased my nipples to firm peaks and pulled my shoulders back to better present them to my master and his camera.

I hear the snick of a vacuum being broken and know what is coming. I crave what he will do next. His sock clad feet pad closer to me and the cold paint slicks over my body in broad curving strokes. I feel his design come to life on my exposed skin and I know the colors will pair well with the ropes he has in place. My body floods with more moisture when I hear several more clicks of the camera coming from different angles. He moves me, changing the pose to perfect his vision. After a few more shots I hear him click the camera into place on the tripod. He comes around behind me quickly and then his hands are on my breasts, tugging my nipples to impossible lengths. The camera begins to snick off photos on its own, he has set it to photograph us. It seemed impossible but my body floods with more moisture.

I lean back into the comfort and warmth of his chest, resting my head back on his muscular shoulder. I feel his breath on my neck and I shiver in anticipation. They swiftly change to shivers of pleasure as he kissed my neck and shoulder, tickling me with his mustache. Oh, that mustache. I once vowed to never kiss someone with facial hair, now I don’t know what I’d do if he shaved it. He can cause the most amazing sensations in the sweetest of places with that little line of soft, dark hair.

He reaches down and spreads my knees as far as they will go, exposing me to the camera. He dips his fingers into the moist folds and makes a yum sound deep in his throat, making it almost a hungry growl. He knows just how to touch me to make me wild in moments and he knows how aroused I am by our “work”. He has chosen to bring me over the edge fast and hard this time and he works my button with one hand and my nipples with the other. Before I can form a coherent thought I’m shattering in his arms and he is praising my performance.

He stands quickly and unties me. After massaging the sore muscles in my arms he rises, mumbles something about 15 minutes and I know what to do. That is when I will see the results of our work and the reason for my reward.

Scene #2 that ALMOST got submitted to the Sex Scene Championship

Another scene written for Shadow Dance featuring our beloved Niall and Rhiannon later in their journey. I felt this one needed more of the familiarity with the characters than the others so it wasn't as strong on it's own.

Enjoy!


Niall entered the grove that served as a temple for these forest priestesses. The full moon cast a pillar of brilliant blue light directly on the altar in the center. The stone had been draped in gossamer fabrics and soft furs and strewn with fragrant night blooming flowers. Atop was a celestial vision. Curls of flame surround her head and peaked out at him from between her legs. Her hands had been bound above her head bringing her breasts up and putting her perfect pink nipples on display. She had been oiled and perfumed by the other women to create a perfect offering to the Mother.

As he approached the sacred altar she turned and smiled at him, opening her lazy eyes to gaze at him with an intensity in her midnight gaze that made his cock throb against the ties straining to contain it. She arched her back, opening and closing her legs. He knew she was ready for him already, prepared by the same women who left her here, like this, for him.

This offering was infinitely more important than the others they had shared. This would bind them: body, mind and soul. There was no turning back. It was frightening but everything he was told him it was right. He reached for her kissing her mouth, softly at first, pouring all of his love into the moment. When she moaned and arched into his touch he deepened the kiss, allowing a small amount of his hunger to spill into the fervor of the kiss.

He worked his way down her body with his hands, heading for the sweet spot between her legs with a brief but enthusiastic, stop at her breasts. Plucking her rock hard nipples and making her moan into his mouth. Needing to taste her need he moved between her legs, spreading her knees wide to accommodate his broad, tanned shoulders. His eyes a ghostly emerald as he lowered his head and savored the juices soaking that most precious place. She cried out and strained against the soft ropes restricting her movements as his lips and tongue loved her closer to the edge but never letting her fall. He knew when she was close and repeatedly brought her back from that glorious edge.

He moved over her, sliding his hard shaft easily through her folds and into the only place he ever wanted to be. With a groan he began to move gliding out before slowly inching his way back in. Every flick of his tongue against her nipples shot to her core driving her higher. Hearing her moans turn to screams, growing louder with each movement he made he knew she wasn’t going to be able to hold on much longer before their offering became complete. He rose up a little and fell over the cliff with her.

Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, heating her and stealing all strength from her body. Rhia wondered if it would ever end. He slipped the ropes from her wrists and wrapped her in his arms.

 “Mine.”

“Yours.”