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.