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Weekly Contest #313
CW: Sexual content and themes of sex work We’re all smugly cloistered behind the velvet rope, patrolled by the uniformed staff, their ostentatious intimidation bestowed by the power to exclude. Of course, we, ‘the partners’, are all sitting together a little off to one side, close enough to be summoned and close enough to be admired, our skin-tight clothes hiding almost nothing of what lies beneath. Some imagination is allowed, but precious little. We preen, why deny it? Luxuriating in ourselves and the heady physical presence we exude, a cr...
Weekly Contest #304
Symmetry, the word appeared to her courtesy of a glance at the pretty woman sitting directly opposite her in the sauna. Eyes firmly closed again, she surveyed the captured image of soft, pale flesh and the ‘ample bosom’, swaddled in the cheap towel. The next word, tagging along as an unwelcome companion, was guilt. She had watched her come in and winced now at her patronising analysis of how attractive she could be, if only she could lose a few pounds, well, quite a few. Who even uses the phrase ‘ample bosom’ these days? ‘Great tits’ were wh...
Weekly Contest #271
[This story is about an attempted suicide bombing] “Stand Clear of the doors!”It was obvious to the people standing in the open entrance of the carriage that the two of them would try to beat the trap. They were running, her in front, him close behind. She squealed as she leapt between the closing doors, caught in the moment, despite knowing that he could not possibly make it. She cannoned into the tall businessman who twisted to avoid a direct collision and the heel of her shoe broke as she stumbled into him.“For gods sake!”It was halfway t...
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