Top Quality Erotic Fiction

For The Girls has announced the winners of their 3rd annual erotic fiction competition. This year the theme was "discovery." The competition ran for two months and judges received over 60 entries.

You can find all the winners and read the judges' comments here.

Here's a few snippets from the winning stories.

WINNER
Kindling For The Flame by J.D. Sampson
I remember it like it was yesterday. The both of us, so young and free – no kids, no mortgage, no SUV. I remember camping on the beach – back when you could do that and still feel safe. Together, stretched out on an old blanket after a day of swimming and playing games...

RUNNER UP
Blindspot by Elspeth Potter
Being blind makes an orgy the hottest experience in the world. Everyone knows me at the swingers' club... I like to get fucked from the back while someone else--a man, a woman, I can't see them, I don't care--sucks my tits, or even just lies beneath me like a live rug, feeling the impact each time hips slam into my ass...

THIRD PRIZE
Duet by Kat Cox
She lifts the hem of her shift and his hands find the saltsea of her cleft, rich with the tidal flow she cannot help in his presence. He strokes the bare skin of her ass and allows one hand to lightly graze the hot place between her thighs...

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Erotic Fiction: Sex Swing

Katie knew that Pete had bought her something big for her birthday but she hadn't expected… this.

"There, baby, what do you think?" he'd said, smiling slyly. "More interesting than flowers, wouldn't you say?"

She'd opened her eyes to discover he'd installed a sex swing in the corner of their back room. The black harness was fixed firmly to the ceiling by a hook and hung on a spring above a mattress. The back support and stirrups were made of a soft, inviting fabric.

After the initial shock, Katie began to think of the possibilities. Her pussy clenched in response. She'd always liked the idea of a sex swing. They seemed like the ultimate decadence, something owned by people who threw orgies and fucked each other three times a day. People who were passionate enough about sex to install major equipment and put holes in their ceiling.

And she liked the idea of getting away from the bedroom too. Their back room was private and rarely used. Now it looked like some kind of nascent dungeon, an adult play area, in theory at least. She liked the idea that they might fuck each other here, in broad daylight, like porn stars or urgent, illicit lovers, giving themselves over to simple lust without any other consideration.

Best of all, she liked the idea of being held, suspended, spread open and ready for licking and fucking, unable to escape.

She found herself incredibly turned on.


This story is from For The Girls.