Erotica writing contest: The Voting!

It's time now to vote for your favourite story in the erotica writing contest I held this month - the winner will receive a shiney new copy of the Sophie book shown to the left which I self-publish through Lulu).

I'll be deciding the winner based on the number of votes it gets in the comments - please just tell me which is your favourite in the comments below. NOTE: Please vote by commenting here in this post, not on the post containing the story. The closing date for voting is midnight on Sunday, 28th February. Choose from the following:

Story 1: Sophie's Story by Lady Grinning Soul

Story 2: My First Encounter with Sophie by Madelyn

Story 3: Sophie and the Gardener by Lily

Story 4: Uncle James's Request by Babe

The one with the most votes wins! Get voting now! (Only one vote per person).

Best of luck to all four of you! :)

Roger xx

The Voyeur - audio version

I have a little treat for you before we go into the judging for the Sophie contest (so you still have time to write a story if you get it to me by the weekend).

You may recognise the story here, it's one I posted last summer, but here I've given it a little twist, as here it's read by Warrior Queen - and read rather wonderfully, I think. Having it read by a woman completely changes the emphasis of the piece, and I think it'll be particularly exciting to those of you curious about being with another girl - or those who have already experienced it.

I'm flattered that Warrior Queen agreed to record this for me, and I hope you'll enjoy it as much as I do - you can listen to it, or download it directly, on my brand new Podbean page right here: http://dirtyboy.podbean.com/

I hope you enjoy it - let me know what you think :)

roger xx

Erotica writing contest: Sophie Story #4 by Babe

Happy Valentine's Day, dear readers - I hope you have a very wonderful one, and if you find yourself alone, come and spend some time in here with me, I'm always very delighted by your company, and very happy to give you whatever you need, along with heaps of kissing, snuggles and disgracefulness xxx

Here's the fourth entry for my erotica writing contest, the details of which you'll find here: Write a Sophie story. The (hopefully lovely) prize is a copy of the Sophie book shown to the left, and you'll find more details on how you can enter in the post mentioned above. The deadline (officially) is tomorrow, but I'll take late entries for the next few days if you let me know you're going to enter.

This story was written by Babe, a very enthusiastic reader and commenter, so I hope you enjoy her story. I'd still very much love to see a few more entries, so why not have a go yourself, see what you come up with, and enjoy yourself as you write ;)

roger xx

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Uncle James's Request by Babe

Sophie was somewhat surprised to see the hand written note that was delivered that morning. It was short and abrupt, not like the friendly Uncle James she had always known over the years. It was a simple note written in James's hand that said: "Be at my place at 6:00 PM. tonight. Perhaps he had second thoughts about the last time she was with him. Maybe he felt some guilt over the erotic fucking they had shared.

Sophie remembered it all deliciously. Sucking on Uncle James's amazing cock. The way it swelled, pulsed, throbbed as he was driving in and out, up and down her throat, while he held her head firmly to him with his strong hands, as he pumped his cock into her urgently. And when he came, oh god, so much cum. Spurting into her mouth, down her throat, on face, her breast, her tummy, long hot strings of cum. Oh god it was so good.

Maybe it was the decadent nature of fucking her uncle that made it so erotic... not knowing what to expect she wondered what to wear for this strange request. She thought the sexy, slutty look might get Uncle James to suggest another of his filthy movies. Thinking of this made her cunt so wet.

Her hand trailed down to her treasure. Just a touch and she knew she had to finish this. Laying on her bed her fingers trailed down, finding her cunt, so wet. Oh god, it felt so good to touch what needed to be touched. The hunger, the fire burning inside now, as her fingers circled over her engorged clit. Delicious waves ran through her. She had to finish this now.

Rubbing faster now, fingers finding their way in her drenched cunt. Finger fucking gorgeously, thumb on her clit circling faster and faster now. Her other hand teasing a nipple, torturing, pulling, twisting. She wished James were here to suck on her engorged nipples. She needed it now. Her cunt was flaming.

Fucking herself faster and faster, her juices flowing out, over her fingers, over her hand, down her thighs. It was there, the edge, cumming close, yes, yes, yes. Sophie could feel her cunt squeezing her fingers, back arching, her fingers were moving over her swollen clit faster and faster.

"Oh god yes, I'm Cummmm.......ng!" Sophie screamed, writhing and bucking as the orgasm rolled over her, again and again. Not caring about anything except what was happening between her thighs.

Sophie closed her eyes as she slowly came down, knowing she needed more tonight. Knowing she indeed desired Uncle James again. Needed his cock. In her mouth, her cunt and her ass. Any way he wanted to give her pleasure. Tonight she would be his, to take and to use. Little did she know Uncle James was planning it just that way...

Standing at Uncle James's door, she knocked softly wondering what to expect. It wasn't long before she found out. The butler opened the door as Sophie looked up at him to see the lascivious look on his face. Ahhh, so the butler had been watching previously. Sophie smiled at him innocently,

"Good evening, Sir."

Sophie was dressed as she felt Uncle James would like. No bra, no panties, and the shirt was cut so low in the front that Sophie was afraid her nipples would slip out. Her skirt was so short that if she bent over, her wet cunt would show to anyone near. The butler responded with the crisp tongue of the English:

"The Master is waiting for you in the library, Sophie."

He led the way and she followed, knowing the way well. Uncle James was indeed waiting. Dressed in only his satin robe, slightly open, he rose as Sophie entered.

"So good of you to come so promptly Sophie. I've been thinking about you since our last, ah, visit. I was wondering if perhaps you would like to view another movie with me, I have many, you know." Of course she knew. She was dressed like a slut, and his slut she would be.

"What would be your pleasure tonight Uncle James?" James reached out and drew her close to him. She could feel his hard cock press against her. "I'm here for you Uncle James. What would you like?"

Uncle James groaned as he pressed her closer. She could feel his hard cock twitching behind the robe. Sophie was a tease and tonight was no exception. She let her hand slide down his stomach, parting his robe, and she reached his throbbing cock that would lead to greater delights. Rubbing slowly she smiled up at Uncle James.

"What is it that you desire, as you are my master tonight."

"I want you to be my whore, my slut to do what ever I command you to do. Do you understand Sophie?"

"Yes, Uncle James."

"And you can lose that Uncle stuff. Here I am James, nothing more, nothing less. My needs will be satisfied. Do you understand?"

"Yes, uncle... er James."

"Good, then down on your knees, Sophie." Looking around she crawled to James, looking up at him as he said: "Put my cock in your mouth..."

Erotica writing contest: Sophie Story #3 by Lily

Here we go with the third entry for my erotica writing contest, the details of which you'll find here: Write a Sophie story. The (hopefully lovely) prize is a copy of the Sophie book shown to the left, and you'll find more details on how you can enter in the post mentioned above. Just one more week in the contest left, so if you want to enter, get writing! :)

This rather delightful entry was written by Lily - I hope you enjoy it, and I think she's captured the style absolutely perfectly here.

I'd very much love to see more entries - have a go yourself, see what you come up with, there's another week before the deadline, so there's still time ;)

roger xx

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Sophie and the gardener by Lily

He watched quietly as she stalked back and forth in front of the window. She had him sitting in a chair with the strict instruction not to speak. He gnawed on his bottom lip. She had also given him strict instructions not to come back unless she asked for his presence. He tried so hard to resist but in the end failed. He needed another look, he needed to see her again. The others were on his mind as well, but there was something about Sophie which drew him to her. He just wanted to be close to her.

The need was stronger even now as he watched her. The sunlight streaming in the windows back lit Sophie. The thin silk dressing gown she wore was transparent in the strong light and he could see every inch of her. He fought hard to control his erection but it was no use. He knew she could see the bulge in his pants as she gave him an annoyed look and turned away from him.

"I only asked one thing of you," Sophie said harshly.

"I know," whispered the boy.

"Yet here you are, sneaking around the property, watching me... again."

"I'm sorry," he mumbled.

"You do realize that if I were anyone else, you would now be in the custody of the police."

The boy's face flushed red and he mumbled something.

"Speak up." she demanded.

"I know, ma'am. I'm very sorry and I'm grateful you haven't called them."

The boy felt ashamed. She and her friends were so kind to him, giving him things he never dreamed possible, and he betrayed her trust. He felt her eyes on him but was too embarrassed to look up.

Sophie made a tsk sound with her tongue and sighed.

"Look," she said in a firm but gentle tone, "I know that I allowed you to play with us the other day, but that means nothing. I have had many lovers, none are around very long save my current one. I don't want to hurt your feelings but you are not of staying quality. You are young and have much to learn. If I were in a different station of my life, I may have taken you under my wing. Now is not the time, however, and I suggest you forget about me and find a lover of your own age."

The boy suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. He didn't want another lover, he wanted Sophie. Yet, he knew she was right. He just needed to touch her again. One last time. He knew she would never call him to come to them again especially after this incident, but he needed the feel of her flesh once more. He fought hard against his urges, but it was no use. His erection throbbed hard in his trousers and a soft pathetic groan emerged from his lips.

Sophie sighed again. She was quiet for several minutes. The boy wanted to speak, to beg her, but dared not make a sound.

"Follow me." she said and began walking from the room.

Dejected, the boy followed her, his head down, watching only his feet as they walked. He was suddenly surprised to see the thick plush carpet of her bedroom appear under his shoes. He immediately looked up. Sophie stood in front of the bed.

"Go get one of the scented oils from the table over there and come back to me." She pointed to a small side table. He didn't hesitate and practically ran the length of the floor. Several bottle sat on the table and he picked up one that smelled like roses. He turned to go to her and stopped. She was nude, her gown a puddle around her feet. She turned from him and crawled onto the bed and laid on her stomach.

"I'll be your fantasy one more time." She said softly. "But this is the last time. You will not see me again."

She waited until the boy nodded.

"Then come here and massage me with the oil."

The boy set the oil down and tugged at his clothes. His young body was taught, rigid and strong and he trembled only slightly. He carefully crawled onto the bed not sure of how to begin.

Sensing this, Sophie said, "Straddle me. Put your legs on either side and rest your cock against my ass."

He did as he was told. He struggle not to come as his erection touched the Sophie's soft skin. The feeling of her was divine. He took the lid off the oil and carefully drip some onto her back. Her back arched slightly and the boy struggled with control again.

Tentatively, he ran his hand through the oil and up her back. She moaned softly into the pillow and encouraged him on. His other hand made the same motion and she moaned again. Slowly, his hands began working over her back, kneading, rubbing, touching. He felt exhilarated being able to touch her like this with no one else around. She was his.

He rubbed his hands over her her sides and down over her ass. She never stopped his hands and, taking it as an invitation, he slid his hands further down each time. He found her breasts first. When his hands finally went down to the duvet, she lifted her body slightly so he could slip his hands underneath her. Her nipples were hard and the boy couldn't help but groan as he felt the soft flesh of her breasts. She breathed heavily and for a moment the boy was afraid she would tell him to stop. She let out another moan and the boy let out his breath. She seemed to be enjoying him.

As his hands caressed her breasts, his body began rubbing against her. His cock was now nestled between her buttocks and the feel of her was so incredibly arousing.

"Use some oil on your cock," were the first words Sophie uttered since he began to massage her.

He didn't hesitate carrying out her request. Dripping oil onto his cock, he grasped it and spread the slick liquid up and down his length. He gasped. The feeling was incredible. He looked down at her ass, so open, so inviting. He dripped some oil on her as well. He couldn't see Sophie smile as he did so. He gently spread the oil around on her before lowering his cock back down.

His hips thrust against her and his cock slid along the length of Sophie's ass. He groaned loudly at the feeling of the slickness between them. Her ass was so hot, the heat making the oil more viscous as he rubbed against her. His world swam away. All he could feel was his cock and a tightness in his core.

He was suddenly aware that Sophie was groaning and he reached back down to her breasts. His lips touched her back. He couldn't believe he was here. He couldn't believe Sophie was under his fingers and pressing against his cock. His hips thrust back and forth, his erection sliding back and forth between her ass cheeks. His fingers pinched her nipples hard and Sophie groaned loudly under him. It was then he knew he wouldn't last any longer. The sensations were too much. He felt the sudden surge in his cock and he was useless to stop it. He didn't want to come so soon yet he had no choice. He wanted to fuck her for real, but he couldn't stop.

He cried out her name as he began to come. The pleasure was overwhelming. He cried out again as his body thrust against her, his hot spunk splashing over her ass and back. He spunk surged again and it took over his body. He was overwhelmed by the feeling of it and he groaned once more as the last of his come left his body. He sat there, breathless and trembling, as he tried to regain his senses, a pulsing still surging through his cock. It was Sophie wriggling under him that brought him back.

She bade him to get a towel from the bathroom. He stood on unsteady feet and did as she asked. He wiped her back and ass, cleaning her of his come. He, all at once, felt incredible and terrible at the same time. He wanted so much to be with her and he had ruined it by coming like a schoolboy's wet dream. He shuffled his feet as he sheepishly walked back to the bedroom.

He was surprised, to say the least, to see her on her back when he returned from dropping the towel in the bathroom. Her eyes were filled with heat and lust and burned into him. Her hands were between her thighs and his mouth opened in a sharp gasp as he watched her fingers exploring her cunt. He barely heard her when she spoke to him next, "That took care of you, now why don't you come back on the bed so we can take care of me..."

Erotica writing contest: Sophie Story #2 by Madelyn

Here's the second entry for my erotica writing contest, the details of which you'll find here: Write a Sophie story. The (hopefully lovely) prize is a copy of the Sophie book shown to the left, and you'll find more details on how you can enter in the post mentioned above.

Here it is for your enjoyment, written by Madelyn, who you'll find here http://www.blogger.com/profile/16452556130972170189 - go pay her a visit, I'm sure she'd be delighted to see you :)

I already have a third entry, which I'll be posting at the end of the week, but I'd very much love to see lots more entries. Have a go yourself, see what you come up with, there's another two weeks before the deadline, so you have loads of time ;)

roger xx

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My first encounter with Sophie by Madelyn

Hesitant about meeting, Jeffrey approached his table at the Café Du Mar in France. My arousal was high at the sight of this man sitting at the back. His profile pulled me the way no other had.

Intensely aroused by the time he greeted me, I glanced thoughtfully down in hopes of hiding my thoughts. His warm gaze covered my face, bringing a soft glow to my cheeks. I wondered if he knew how many times I had lusted over him.

"Hello Georgina," he whispered gently. My whispered hello caught in my throat. "Please take a seat," he smiled wistfully.

Our eyes met as always, those unspoken words pulling us. Our conversation took a turn to his latest sculptures. Inadvertently my eyes roamed to his hands, those delicate soft sinewy hands. Just as I had forgotten where we were, his gasp caught my attention.

He glanced to the door as she walked in, almost gliding in, this confident self assured creature. Oh yes, she was a creature, a rare beauty, something you could only dream about. A fantasy. Her dark hair cascading down her back, those eyes deep pools of sensuality. Everything about her spoke volumes, the men watching her as she took her seat. Her eyes met mine briefly - a look of disinterest crossed her features as she looked my way.

Jeffrey gasped with delight as I was watched him breathe her in. "Sorry," he said gruffly, "I must explain. Years ago, when I was younger I met the most enchanting woman at the Café du Soir in Paris. This exquisite woman left me a request to join her in her room. I was unaware of who she was, of course. Curious by the request I joined her."

"Yes," I said softly.

"Please Georgina, let me tell you the story, don’t interrupt," he spoke softly. "Pushing the door open, I found her sitting at her dressing table brushing her hair, soft long strokes, dressed in just a satin robe. As I approached I could see her breast, the robe had parted almost to her navel. I was enthralled by her vision. I took in the entire scene, her pearls trickling from the mirror, her satin gown hanging from her armoire, the beautiful fox fur stole dangling from her chair." He chuckled softly as he remembered the vision. "You know what a romantic I can be," he laughed.

Barely breathing at this point, I asked him to continue. He sighed that soft longing type of sigh you hear when you remember something so profound.

"She turned you see, as she did so, her robe parted. She was nude underneath. I could see the dusting of her sex, the smoldering of desire lurking in her eyes. Her voice was soft as she said 'Please, take your clothes off, sit there by my bed. I would like you to watch me.' At this point, she said I would not be allowed to touch her or approach her. I was there at her invitation.

"She wanted me, I could feel a pull but she would never have admitted it. I know that now.

"I did as she requested - by the time my hands had unbuckled my pants, my arousal was evident and she gasped in delight, watching me undress slowly for her. I sat down by her bed as she approached. The robe was slowly slipping from her body, the satin stroking her softness, gliding down to the floor. She took a step closer to me. I was within touching distance when she opened her beautiful pouting lips and slipped one finger over her wetness. Soft sensual touches as she stroked herself, her eyes intent on mine. I could smell her scent in the room as she continued touching herself, this vision triggering my pre-cum to tear down my cock.

"Those soft strokes of hers had me caressing my cock in a gentle soft way. My moans as she moved further on to the bed opening herself to me. Showing me how she touched. I had to gasp, this beautifully exquisite woman had aroused me beyond how anyone ever could, reaching deep within me, pulling out all my sensuality."

His groans as he continued caught my attention. "I am just a man Georgina," he said softly.

"I couldn’t hold on as she touched herself. Fucking herself with those fingers pressing inside her softness, watching her wetness slide down. And yes I touched myself. She took intense pleasure in watching me stroke myself, until my cum shot across, touching her, as she came once again. My cum landed on her legs. Her delight as she touched the cum. Tasting me from her legs, groaning wildly as she came yet again."

I gasped at his words as I looked across the room, seeing her watching us. His smile touched his face as he said "Now you understand, Georgina."

Dazed by the story, with as much dignity as I could muster, I collected my things. Glancing at Jeffrey, I said: "Thank you for the story, but I think I shall have to leave at this point." His look of concern touched me, but after what I had heard, it was obvious I would never realize his touch on my body.

As I made my way out a note was pressed into my hand. Looking at it, I opened it unaware of the watchers. I read the invitation to meet her at her hotel this evening. Refusing to look back, I left the café, the note held tightly in my hand.

Unsure of my thoughts at this point, I waited patiently in my hotel. Jeffrey’s story had most definitely intrigued me but I was terrified, truth be known, of encountering Sophie.

Evening came faster than I anticipated as I reached her room. My knock was answered quickly. She stood there before me wearing a satin gown that barely concealed her breasts. Her glance was casual but I could sense something else brewing between us.

She stepped closely behind me as I entered her room. "Please," she said softly, in a very seductive way, "take your clothes off for me." My eyes narrowed on her as I stood before her. She took her place by the bed, watching me. As I slowly started to remove my clothes, I heard the door open behind me. I didn’t dare turn to look. My eyes were focused on Sophie and hers on mine.

Soft warm hands caressed me from behind as I saw Sophie’s eyes sparkle. I trembled under the touch, his voice familiar as he said: "So you know it’s me." Jeffrey had been asked to partake in this. My thoughts traveled to their encounter. Trembling under his touch I brushed his hands away from my arms. Her eyes never left my face. She was aroused I could tell, but she wasn’t touching herself, but those eyes couldn’t hide her lust.

Standing there in front of her completely naked, I could feel the eyes on my back. He was watching intently and I knew he was aroused.

Her voice rang out in the room as she said: "Get on the bed and masturbate for us." I slid on her bed. At this point my sex was visible from behind, my bottom exposed, laid on my belly, letting them watch as I slipped my hand over my cunt. My fingers slipped over my clit. I knew they couldn’t see exactly what I was doing, but I heard the gasps.

As I took myself into my first orgasm, my body shook under my touch, the moans surrounding us as I cascaded on her bed. He groaned as I got on my knees. My back was facing him and she was at my side watching.

I dared not look at them for I knew they were touching, just as I was touching myself. My hands slid over the wood of her bed, grasping it tightly with one hand as I slipped my fingers, three at this point, into my cunt. Letting my juices engulf them as I thrust them very deep inside, the passion raced through my veins as I screamed out loud, arching.

Jeffrey’s hand pulled me roughly on the bed, spreading my legs wide open as Sophie walked around the bed. She lay directly across me watching him. Those hands no longer gentle, he thrust into me, impaling me swiftly on his cock. I groaned as I wrapped my legs around him. Pulling him into me tightly. She moaned in pleasure beside me, her wet noises moving in time with his fierce thrusts.

No longer conscious of her movements, I watched his face above me as he watched his cock sliding in and out of my cunt. I could hear her noises as she fucked herself. Her hand slid to his thigh, his fingers stroking her clit, stroking her delightfully as she watched his cock thrust fiercely into my cunt. His body trembled as he swore under his breath, thrusting faster and faster, taking me. His cum sprayed hard inside, and I milked him with my cunt as he quivered, tightening around him. His moans slipping out, he placed his face between my legs. Lapping up our cum brought me to another orgasm. It came swiftly, the spilling of my juices dusting his lips, covering his face, down his chin. I heard her groans in the background, her breathing ripping through me. I knew she was cumming, watching him fuck me.

He moaned as his hands turned me over on the bed, as she watched his cock still hard and throbbing. His eyes consumed my body from behind, her gasps of delight watching him take me.

Looking down at his cock sliding in, my juices getting so very wet, the tension filled the room. He gently probed, bit by bit, as he entered my ass. I was unable to contain myself as I pushed back against him, those slow strokes. I screamed, watching her gasp besides me. She was stroking herself, those feather-like strokes matching his.

My intense passion for this man exploded as he took me again. Her hand caressed his body between his thighs as he went in and out of my ass. My orgasm hit as he thrust in deep, and she explored us, cumming. Those moments so intense, her groans of delight, watching her fingers glide into her mouth, with our cum dripping from them.