It’s amazing the quality of erotic literature that can be produced in just ten tweets! That’s only 1400 characters to ignite our dirty minds, get us all heated and then leave us with a bang just before it’s all over. Yet that’s exactly what many of our entries managed to do. Oh, I’m left all tingly from the intensity of reading them!
It’s a pleasure to announce that the winner of the Make Smut Not Love twitterotica competition is @AislingWeaver. You’ll find other erotic gems at her blog. Today, I’ll have to leave you lusting for her story, which is coming soon in audio form to the free SonicErotica podcast.
Special Mentions go to @eroticnotebook, @screevergaff and @alokiangel for their creativity with filth.
Runners Up were @_Monocle_ and @DangerousSweets and here are their stories…
“Savory†by Monocle
She’d always left me hungry for more, always left me wanting. It took me a long time, too long, to realize she felt exactly the same thing. Just as I felt incomplete, so had she. I’d missed something, though neither of us knew what. Neither realized to ask or investigate.
We took our frustrations out on each other. Savage fucking that left us bruised and exhausted, but still missing.
In frustration, near anguish, and no small amount of anger, buried deep in her clutching, desperate cunt… I bit her. Hard, on the shoulder.
She screamed.
She came. Hard, like nothing I’d heard or felt before.
Wide eyed and panting, a manic smile on her face, she pulled me back to her and bit my neck.
She drew blood.
I detonated inside her.
Now, we know. How to sate each other. How to sup on each other. No more missing, no more wanting.
I don’t buy her flowers. Now, every fuck, every suck and lick bares the nick of teeth, a hissed breath that says ‘mine’ and ‘yours’, and ‘yes’.
Is this love?
Last night, she nipped her initials below my bellybutton before swallowing my cock to the root and sucking me dry.
This morning, I made a heart shape of teeth marks on her inner thigh, then licked her until she cried.
You tell me.
“Tangled” by Wyeth Bailey (@DangerousSweets)
I’m your “just friend” but I’m the one who gets the phone call when the driveway needs to be shoveled or the car battery dies. Apparently the mysterious mistress can fuck over the phone from 3,000 miles away, but she’s not much help around the house.
I let myself in with the spare key. I was warned, but my jaw drops when I see you naked, tangled in wet sheets, arms cuffed to the headboard. Our eyes meet, jerk away.
My phone rings. I spy the key on the carpet as I answer. “I’m doing it now,” I say to this bitch on the phone. She’s polite, but I still feel like her servant.
My fingers touch your wrist, the love I feel for you is murderous. I am dead. I am buried. Your smell is overwhelming. Your free hands go immediately to the red leather choker that circles your throat. I watch how it calms you. You still haven’t spoken to me. You aren’t even ashamed.
My hands move to my mouth, holding back the I love yous that mean nothing. I want to kiss you.
“What?!?” I shout into the phone, realizing boss lady has been giving me directives, but I wasn’t listening. Her voice is low and warm, like a death threat.
“Tell her to come now,” she purrs. Or growls. I drop the phone. You lunge for it, listen, arch and scream for her like a dying animal.”
Our twitterotica competition #smutnotlove is now drawing to a close. When we have settled on a winner we will send them a direct message via twitter to notify them, and shortly after that we will announce it here. We have been very impressed by all the smutty tweet-treats the competition managed to elicit. Thankyou tweeters!
For some last minute love we’d like to share with you an article: “How I Found Love Through Television.”
I had googled his name, found his email, and emailed him asking him out for a drink. I remembered doing it but the memory had a gauze over it. It was hazy and it felt possible that I had never sent the email out at all. I remembered it as I remember dreams and it felt as unreal as a dream. Like a giant had grabbed me by the collar with his giant fingers, stood me up and set me down at my computer to make me send this television person an email.
And you’ve gotta love a happy ending.
So, not to encourage any weird and unseemly behavior, but, you know, if you see someone on television that you might want to ask out, you should totally just fucking do it.
Remember to get your entries tweeted by midnight, Valentine’s Day for the SonicErotica twitterotica contest: Make Smut Not Love!
Just in case you were craving a little love, here’s an adorable film that asks the question: “What would you prefer, the perfect love, or the perfect sandwich?”
love vs. sandwich from sejan on Vimeo.
And if V-Day leaves you lovesick on bottled up emotion, have empathy with the letter writers at Letters For Loves.
Valentine’s Day is rolling around soon and hoards of people will be getting all lovey-dovey. While they are romancing each other sick they’ll talk about “making lurve” instead of “fucking”. Well, at SonicErotica, we want to make sure there is still plenty of good, hard fucking going on! That’s why we are encouraging everyone to “make smut not love” for our twitterotica/flashfuck competition with entries due by Feb 14th.
So write us some smutty erotica following these competition guidelines:
Theme: dirty, good hard fucks are in, romance is out.
Tweet limit: 10 tweets or less.
Every tweet must include hashtag #smutnotlove
Opening tweets must include #twitterotica and @SonicErotica
Tweet anytime up until midnight Valentine’s Day, 2011 – wherever you are.
You are also welcome to post your entries in the SonicErotica forums, under the topic #smutnotlove.
The winner’s words will be recorded as SonicErotica audio erotica. The winner will receive $50 USD and a 30 day subscription to Beautiful Agony. Runners up may have their entries published in this blog.
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