6 words: See-though partner kinda freaking me out. |
So yes, you can go all dark like Papa and my dear daughter, or you can take it whatever direction you'd like. My instructions are just this: write your sexual memoir in just six words.
The winner, chosen randomly, because who the fuck am I to judge your Art, man, will be announced Tuesday March 19.
The prize is this Play-Doh-looking Butterfly Bliss Silicone Waterproof Vibrator courtesy of Good Vibrations. This g-spot intensive, plus outer stimulation set-up, according to my sex toy-selling friend, is good. Damn good. So you might wanna work for this one. Or if you'd rather just buy your way into it, click here.
Leave entries below as a comment or drop me a line at: jillhamilton001@gmail.com.
xoxox
jill
(photo source: Lady Cheeky)
44 comments:
Catholic conservative runaway seeking sexy bliss
Ignorance, insufficient imagination: inescapable, lifelong tedium.
Beautiful beginnings with too soon endings.
Miscegenation, Polyamory, Bisexuality, BDSM, Ming's grace.
Silenus
apples75698@mypacks.net
Love it. Did the same thing in a creative writing class once. Not about sex though haha. Also, your daughter sounds like a badass. That's some deep shit coming from an 11 year-old.
Love blooms. Expiration date: spring's end.
precocious preteen found jewish erotica: eureka!
More often than not: my hand.
Late bloomer now unrepressed sex goddess.
Wanna have fun? Aw, why not?
Silent success, as dorm mate snored
:)
Twenty-five years later, he came again.
Loving these.
Jeanne Hospod (@jeannehospod) sent this via Twitter for inspiration:
this isn't mine but thought I'd share 6words frm @MargaretAtwood 's brilliant sparkly brain: "Longed for him. Got him. Shit"
Please please please please THANK YOU!
No, it's okay. Maybe next week?
We tried it, we liked it.
Some that came via email:
T: Wanna get it on? Too tired.
Butterfly bliss vibrator needs more batteries.
C: Lost you. Idiot me. Now redeemed. (true story)
J: Wrapped in the potential of you
Good loving gone bad, New lover
Ashley Madison... wanna chat?, finally satisfied!!!
involuntary virgin until marriage, always horny.
Pants dropped, bush reveals, sex-scent flood!
Twenties, eh. Thirties, oh! Forties, YEA!
Nice warm-up, too short, almost came :-(
Experimentation nearly kills me. Lesson learned!
Boys or girls?? I chose both.
in WHERE?! Oh! Now I'm addicted.
Multi-orgasmic. Need I say more?
I am a slut. Love it!
No orgasm again, she buys dildo.
Anticipation. Giggles. Exposure.
Merging. Crescendo.
Happiness.
Playful, giving, getting, endless...
Thank Eros it gets better... still.
Hungered for reciprocity, then found daddy!
Too shy for reality; reads erotica.
Magical tongue causing crescendo . . . thundering release!
Babies first, then bliss: Second marriages!
I have a dear writer friend who publishes fine smute (pronounced smoo-tay) under a pseudonym online.
Sad to say he's a little shy about directing credit/traffic from a larger forum like this (even to a pseudonym) but he likes fast and dirty writing challenges so he gifted me with several entries.
I did it for her lips.
Never not thinking of fucking.
Sore and spent but worth it.
Always longing for one more lick.
Lost for a long, thick reason.
--Jeanne H.
Late start. One grand passion. Done?
One spouse; too many other women.
I wish I could send you mine!
He is broken; I am frustrated.
Fake my orgasms, even when alone.
My husband won't but my boyfriend will.
in bed with married women... whee!
Soft skin and two velvet tongues.
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