It was only a matter of time. The write club
duel between Frank
D. and myself had been scheduled. Frank, of
course, felt
confident in his ability to win. There were
few things in life he
would admit to being equals in and this was
not one of them.
The fact is, though, I knew he was right in
this thought so I set
out on a plan of distraction.
We had decided to ask Jeff Zephyr to judge,
to which he
agreed. Now all we needed were themes. Each
of us chose a
theme for a total of three, which we needed
to incorporate into
our story. The time to begin was set for 8PM
EST and we
would have 3 hours to complete our efforts.
Frank was quick on his feet and if I was going
to have any
chance of winning I had to act fast. Making
sure the kids were
in bed and fast asleep, I disappeared into the
bedroom. Quickly
I threw together a killer outfit out of odds
and ends I had laying
around in my lingerie drawer, all along hashing
out the themes in
my head and forming what I thought to be a perfect
outline. I was
counting on my 80WPM typing skills to win me
this thing by default
as it was the only real chance I had, combined
with distracting
him long enough to prevent him from finishing
on-time.
I laid down on the bed in the most seductive
pose I could
muster, clad out to the hilt in a black push-up
bra, matching
garterbelt, lace stockings and the ultimate
accent to any outfit
of this kind: three-inch black heels.
"Frank honey, can you come help me for a second?"
I yelled.
"But we have to get these stories done."
"It will only take a second, I have a story
to write, too, don't
forget."
"Ok give me a second." He huffed.
Frank walked into the room and his jaw dropped
to the floor.
"I need some help over here on the bed." I said
with a maniacal
grin.
"Oh come on hon, this isn't fair. We have the
stories....."
"Oh we have plenty of time for that, or don't
you have
confidence in your ability to beat me?"
"Oh I will beat you, but I also will not give
into your little
games either." He turned and went back to his
computer.
This was not good. I now had to rethink my strategy,
and
figured I might as well get some writing done
while I did so.
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Still decked out in my little outfit, I quietly
approached him
from behind. Leaning down ever so carefully,
I gently kissed
the back of his neck moving my way around to
his ear and
sucked slowly at his lobe. He tried to make
like he was not
being affected by what I was doing but the reflection
of his
smile in the computer monitor let me know I
was getting a
reaction. I continued with my nibbling until
I no longer heard
the sounds coming from the keyboard. Moving
my way to his
lips, I turned the chair till he was facing
me. I took his head in
my hands and pulled his lips to mine parting
them with my
tongue, I dove deep into the kiss savoring the
taste of Dove
chocolate he had only moments before been snacking
on. I felt
his arousal when I carefully positioned myself
on his lap and
began rotating my hips. The feel of his erection
against my sex
felt good. I tried to remind myself that this
was a plot to distract
him and I shouldn't fall prey, but it was too
late. I wanted all he
had to give.
Neither of us could take anymore when he stood,
lifted me in
his arms and carried me off to the bedroom.
We made love for
what seemed like forever, lost in each other
without a care in
the world. Forgetting for that moment all about
the duel we still
had yet to complete.
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I glanced at the clock and saw it was still
only 9:30PM. Great, I
thought, I have plenty of time to finish up
the story.
"Sorry to Fuck and run dear, but I have a story
to finish."
Grinning from ear to ear, I jumped out of the
bed and grabbing
my robe on the way went straight to my computer.
"You bitch!" Frank retorted, as he flew past
me and started
typing as fast as he could where he had left
off.
"Sorry dear, all is fair in love and write clubs."
I giggled back
at him.
About a half-hour had passed when suddenly my
ICQ window
started flashing.
"You really do look sexy tonight." Read the
message.
"Well thank you, now leave me alone so I can
finish."
"I just thought I should tell you that, and
I am sorry for calling
you a bitch."
"Apology accepted, now can I finish writing
here?"
"I suppose I should let you." I could hear him
snickering from
the other room.
I did not reply to his last message in hopes
that he would get
the hint and stop sending them, but he had plans
of his own
cooking.
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Standing in front of me was my husband completely
bare from
head to toe.
"Oh have you finished your story already?"
"No, I just thought I would come and see how
you are doing
with yours." He said as he plopped down next
to me on the
couch.
"Oh I am doing just fine thank you. Hey stop
reading my
screen, that's cheating!"
"I wasn't reading your screen dear." There was
a suddenly a
hand on my leg.
Slowly he inched it higher up under my robe.
I tried to ignore
his foolish advances, having already been satisfied
for the night
it should have been easy but it was not. His
hand moved higher
and higher until coming to rest at my clitoris,
at which he
methodically caressed it with his finger. As
hard as I tried I was
no longer able to concentrate and pushed the
table holding my
laptop away from the couch. I was so easy to
submit to his will.
He knew my weak spots and went right to work
on them,
drawing me in deeper and deeper. Having started
at my lips he
kissed lower and lower each time, until finally
coming to rest at
the V between my legs. Voiding my mind of all
thought except
for the pleasure he was inducing with in me.
He knew just what
I like and how I liked it and took no time at
all before I could
feel the explosion building inside me. A master
in his own
right, he broke the world record as I came in
wave after wave
of pure ecstasy.
Once I regained consciousness, I glanced at
the clock and
gasped. "Dam you Frank, a half an hour is not
enough time to
finish."
"Turn about is fair play my dear. And I am almost
done
already!" He had an evil grin on his face.
I quickly went to writing making sure all my
elements were
met, finishing up with two seconds to spare.
It was over, and all we could do now was wait
for the verdict.
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Jeff took his time carefully reading each story.
At least I think
he did because it was several hours before we
heard anything.
The email read:
Frank and Aphrodite;
To make this easier on myself, I am sending
this verdict to
Frank's address only since you can both view
it there.
Both of you managed to use the required elements
wonderfully
in your stories.
And both stories themselves were very nicely
written and
entertaining.
Franks story however, showed a bit more creative
thought with
the elements and the plot line.
Therefore, I have found in his favor.
Don't be discouraged Bonnie, you are still a
good writer.
Jeff Zephyr
We both started laughing at the same time. The
outcome was as
it should have been from the beginning. Nothing
we did had
changed it, but it sure was fun trying!
