Sexy Story Contest Entry : Spring Training

[Alessia Brio]

We'd like to submit the following excerpt from an upcoming novella entitled Spring Training. We thought it appropriate for this contest because it actually mentions Sliquid! This novella is a sequel to Double Header (Phaze, October 2007) and will be released in mid-April of this year.

Thanks for the opportunity!

~ Alessia Brio & Will Belegon

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Andi thought a little pre-game warm-up was in order, and Cal never said she shouldn't start without him. Unzipping the front pouch of her luggage, she extracted the white leather harness and black double dildo, purchased earlier in the week on the sage advice of her new friends from the Force. Maybe the head start would enable her to overcome her malfunctioning elevator.

The scent of patchouli filled the air as she lit a stick of incense. It complemented the earthy smell of the leather. Andi turned off the overly bright bedside lamps before reclining in the center of the king-sized bed. Illuminated by the day's dying light through the drapery sheers, she worked the thick, silicone shaft into the harness and through its O-ring. Andi smiled at the memories it evoked.

Slipping one leg through without bothering to unbuckle that side, she pulled it around her hips. The bulbous pony half of the dildo slid inside as if her pussy hungered for it, and she spread her bare labia with a couple fingers so the ridged saddle would nestle against her clit. There was a cavity in the saddle that accommodated a powerful bullet vibe, but Andi chose not to turn it on just yet.

The supple leather hugged her skin as she buckled the open side of the waist belt and lifted her hips off the bed to tighten each of the ass straps. Rising to her knees, Andi grasped the faux cock in her fist and looked down at it. Her camisole ended where the leather began. The dichotomy—black on white, leather on lace—made her shiver. It was so similar to the contrast between her and Cal, with his long, dark body against her creamy skin.

Andi stroked it slowly, relishing the internal pull against her pelvic wall as her hand moved away from her body and the external pressure against her clit on its return. She understood why the girls recommended a harness for what was marketed as a strapless strap-on. The damned thing was heavy and, even with a strong pelvic floor, it would be a challenge to hold in place during the more rigorous thrusting.

Glancing over her shoulder to the night stand, she spotted the expected stash of condoms along with a handful of single-use pillow packets of Sliquid Silk. Andi stretched back and grabbed one, twisting off its top with her teeth. She squeezed its contents into her palm and tossed the empty packet aside. Her hand again wrapped around the shaft, and she resumed stroking 'her' cock.

Images of various lovers, past and present, danced through her mind, and Andi wondered how each would react to the sight of her in that moment. The wet sounds of her hand sliding up and down the shaft echoed off the stark walls as she picked up a little speed. She closed her eyes, and there he was—standing at the foot of the bed.

Go away! she thought-shouted at him.

Mark Hamilton simply shook his head. No, Andi. I want to watch you. I'm going to watch you.

Andi gritted her teeth, growing angry that this obsession, this figment of her imagination, was now talking back.

What's more, woman, you're going to get off on it.

His words brought a surge of warmth between her legs. Without stopping her motion, Andi threw her head back and growled.

"Now there's something you don't see everyday."

Cal's deep voice cut through her rogue thoughts, and she opened her eyes. He stood at the foot of the bed, just as Mark had done in her mind, his duffle bag slung over one shoulder and a wry grin on his face. Shrugging the bag to the floor, he began to undress.

"Please don't stop on my account," he drawled, pulling his belt from its lugs. "Just don't think for one second that you're putting that thing in me."

Andi smiled as she continued to jack. "I had other ideas, actually. It's good to see you, Cal. You're looking… good." Her gaze dropped to the rapidly growing bulge in his jeans.

His shirt whipped over his head and landed atop the duffle. Shoes and socks went next, and he wasted no time reaching for his fly. "I'm feeling good, too. Hear the end of the game?"

"I did," Andi replied without shifting her gaze from his crotch. "Nice shot."

"Thanks, but it's not half as nice as the one I'm about to have. Damn, woman, you look fucking awesome in that… contraption." Cal pushed both jeans and boxers down his legs together and stepped out of them. His cock, every bit as impressively sized as the imposter she held in her hand, jutted before him.

Andi crooked the index finger of her free hand. "Why don't you join me up here?"

Grinning, Cal looked over his shoulder as if trying to fathom the target of Andi's invitation. He raised his eyebrows, pointed to his chest, and mouthed, "Who? Me?"

For a moment, Andi thought he might've actually seen her mental image of Mark leaning against the wall behind him with his arms crossed, intently observing their interactions. "Yes, you," she laughed, "unless you'd rather I recruit someone else."

He took a step toward the bed and allowed his knees to carry him onto it, crawling upright until he reached her. Taking her face into his big hands, he kissed her hello.

After several minutes, Andi broke the kiss and leaned back. Releasing the dildo from her hand, she grasped Cal's right in a handshake. Their palms slid together, sharing the lubricant. "Now, do what I do." She guided his hand to his cock and returned hers to its slippery base.

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peace & passion,

~ Alessia

[passionate1]

I liked it. The story (as an excerpt) provides so much motivation and learning for me as a writer.

The story I posted was my first attempt at erotica and I am hoping to have something worthy of publishing this year.

You are great inspiration to the new writer in the genre.
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I have lived a productive life and found it passionless. Now I pursue passion productively.

[passionate1]

have to add that I looked at your website. Very impressive! I can only hope that I will someday be as prolific as you in writing!
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I have lived a productive life and found it passionless. Now I pursue passion productively.

[Alessia Brio]

Thank you.
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peace & passion,

~ Alessia

[sliquid]

very nice alessia!

I will be looking for this novella when it is released!

[Cally]

this is a great story..... but i do have a question. i was under the assumption that the stories submitted here were being done so by people who were just writing for the fun of it, not professionals who were published already (or stories already on their way to being published). it seems like perhaps it's a bit unfair to those of us who are just enthusiastic amatuers to have to go up against seasoned veterans. was i wrong in my assumption?