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WINNERS ANNOUNCED! New Year’s Eve Hint Fiction Writing Challenge For Coins

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"As the clock strikes midnight," you whisper, "we'll be together."

Smiling, I reply, "In a crowd of drunken revelers. My husband included."

"So... I can't touch you here?" Playfully, you grope my breast.

"No!"

"How about here?" You slip a hand beneath my skirt, inching toward my clit.

"Absolutely not," I moan.

"Here?" Your fingers graze mine.

That forbidden caress: one of many, but our first in a New Year.

And thanks for offering another awesome challenge, Kimmi! 😊

A couple has wild, depraved sex in the barn. Greta reaches a screaming orgasm as Hannes blows into her.

They lie in the hay, embracing, as the farmhouse clock strikes midnight.

"Happy new year, you schlampe. What is your resolution?"

"I want your schwanz to keep fucking me until I have your baby."

"Why can't you just get drunk like the other girls, Greta?"


Rumspringa cannot end soon enough.

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Just as the clock struck midnight Bunny’s back arched, urging her sex against his mouth, wanting, needing; craving his probing fingers, his fiery tongue. Brought to the edge again and again she begged for release. Dancing ballerinas of ecstasy trembled deep in her core, cuffs at her wrists and ankles straining with metallic creak as she writhed beneath his relentless teasing. Finally she surrendered, abandoning herself to sensation. To him.

And just as a quick reminder, folks, 4th place in the flash competition will win you a week of this šŸ˜‡

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And just as a quick reminder, folks, 4th place in the flash competition will win you a week of this šŸ˜‡

Guess I should have been more attentive when writing my story.

Meagan

ā€œFour!ā€

She stood naked, gasping, back arched as he pulled her hair back.

ā€œThree!ā€

His other hand held her hands behind her, her legs bowed out wide.

ā€œTwo!ā€

Trembling, she started crying, afraid she wouldn't make it.

ā€œONE! Happy New Year!ā€

As the clock struck midnight, she exploded, pissing on her party clothes.

Gasping her relief, ā€œPlease!ā€ she begged.

ā€œGood girl.ā€ He kissed her. ā€œYou may cum now.ā€

An incredibly talented, but modest Polar Bear, often mischievous, but never malicious!

Tomorrow’s the last day to enter, peeps! 😊

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Tomorrow’s the last day to enter, peeps! 😊

Remember your promise to all of us who disobey Her High Mistress! Hope you got your switch ready!

Meagan

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Tomorrow’s the last day to enter, peeps! 😊

I just want to know, who's peeps? Is she hot? 🤣

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Wait... how do these signature templates work? šŸ™„

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I just want to know, who's peeps? Is she hot? 🤣

Haha! Peeps be smokin’ hot!!! 😈

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Remember your promise to all of us who disobey Her High Mistress! Hope you got your switch ready!

I repeat… y’all are a bunch of kinky fuckers! No wonder I love y’al so much! ā¤ļø

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I repeat… y’all are a bunch of kinky fuckers! No wonder I love y’al so much! ā¤ļø

How dull would life be without a bunch of kinky fuckers -- and fuckees!

Meddle Not In The Affairs of Dragons, for we are Crunchy and Good with Ketchup!

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I just want to know, who's peeps? Is she hot? 🤣

Careful, if her first name is 'Little Bo', she might be San Quentin Quail!

Meddle Not In The Affairs of Dragons, for we are Crunchy and Good with Ketchup!

In the waning year, Amber’s dress sloughs to the floor. Naked, she drifts through flickering candlelight to the steamer trunk beneath the window; the lid creaks open, closed. Drifting back, she stands motionless — close enough to feel the heat of her breasts, close enough to smell her arousal — as the clock strikes midnight.

In the new year, Amber kneels and proffers a supple rattan cane. ā€œPlease, Sir, use this one.ā€

"It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.ā€ Raymond Chandler

The Gin Rickey Singularity -- Dirty Talk competition entry

Lucia Makes a Bet

Barn Dance

Shock Wave

Kneeling on the bathroom floor, wiping the cum from my chin, I promise for my New Year resolution that I’m not going to be the stupid slut at the end of the night in some alley, bent over with my dress hiked up.

But I love the attention. I feel it validates me. And as the clock strikes midnight, I make eye contact with a guy across the room.

My 200th story.. a young nurse gets down on her knees for an older man to make his day

Will I get laid on News Years Eve?

Tick Tock goes the clock.  

I rip off my clothes.

Tick Tock goes the clock.

Standing nude on New Years Eve.

Tick tock goes the clock.

A man notices me.

Tick Tock goes the clock.   

He kisses me.

Tick tock goes the clock.  

His cock is hard.

Tick tock goes the clock.

The clock struck twelve midnight.

Tick tock goes my pussy.



The thundering horses announced the handsome Prince’s arrival for Maiden Kel. He was there to fulfill the kingdom’s annual custom for one fair maiden to receive his legendary royal pleasures and the planting of his seed as the clock strikes midnight. It was the highest honor and dream of every lass. 

Selected for her beauty and twin sister’s selfless petitions, Kel knelt, gasping at the magnificence of his unsheathed cock.

Note: This is NOT an entry. Merely an invocation…

As the clock began to strike, poor, bound Kimmi's ass was quivering and ready.

"One" gloated her dominant sister, smacking hard.

"Two," replied JustForYou, adding injury to insult.

"Three," chortled markie, enjoying the view and the game.

"Four," intoned Daphne, solemnly switching poor Kimmi's aching ass.

"Five," shouted LYF, laying it on with a will, but spilling not a drop of his drink.

"Six," offered Mike, hesitant to be included in such an august body of naughtiness.

"Seven," whispered DadBod, sweat gathering on his brow.

"Eight," smiled Emma, eager to set about the subbies' rear.

"Nine," urged Meagan, happily piling on.

"Ten," said Saintly Kevin, slashing sideways to find fresh meat.

"Eleven," riposted Joe in Massachusetts, leaning into the stroke.

"TWELVE!" roared Wannabe, striking a decisive blow – as ever.

"Thirteen?" questioned Rocket, not wishing to be excluded.

"TWELVE AGAIN!" shouted Annie, flicking up from Downunder.

"Eleven?" queried David, unsure of his position in the order.

"Twelve, definitely TWELVE," admonished Brooke, smiling enigmatically as she laid on.

"Who cares?" shouted Brandon, with a devastating wrist flick.

"And one more!" snickered Susie, slashing downward with intent.

"And one to grow on!" intoned Anna, with a ferocious smile.

"And twelve again!" rushed cliff, eager to be included before the time ran out.

"oh, fuck," said Bear, leaning forward to kiss poor Kimmi's glowing ass, "Thanks for the invitation, Kimmi."

And as the clock struck twelve, all shouted "HURRAH! Hooray for KIMMI!"

An incredibly talented, but modest Polar Bear, often mischievous, but never malicious!

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Note: This is NOT an entry. Merely an invocation…

As the clock began to strike, poor, bound Kimmi's ass was quivering and ready.

"One" gloated her dominant sister, smacking hard.

"Two," replied JustForYou, adding injury to insult.

"Three," chortled markie, enjoying the view and the game.

"Four," intoned Daphne, solemnly switching poor Kimmi's aching ass.

"Five," shouted LYF, laying it on with a will, but spilling not a drop of his drink.

"Six," offered Mike, hesitant to be included in such an august body of naughtiness.

"Seven," whispered DadBod, sweat gathering on his brow.

"Eight," smiled Emma, eager to set about the subbies' rear.

"Nine," urged Meagan, happily piling on.

"Ten," said Saintly Kevin, slashing sideways to find fresh meat.

"Eleven," riposted Joe in Massachusetts, leaning into the stroke.

"TWELVE!" roared Wannabe, striking a decisive blow – as ever.

"Thirteen?" questioned Rocket, not wishing to be excluded.

"TWELVE AGAIN!" shouted Annie, flicking up from Downunder.

"Eleven?" queried David, unsure of his position in the order.

"Twelve, definitely TWELVE," admonished Brooke, smiling enigmatically as she laid on.

"Who cares?" shouted Brandon, with a devastating wrist flick.

"And one more!" snickered Susie, slashing downward with intent.

"And one to grow on!" intoned Anna, with a ferocious smile.

"And twelve again!" rushed cliff, eager to be included before the time ran out.

"oh, fuck," said Bear, leaning forward to kiss poor Kimmi's glowing ass, "Thanks for the invitation, Kimmi."

And as the clock struck twelve, all shouted "HURRAH! Hooray for KIMMI!"

worship Best New Year’s Ever!!! (Rubs sore bottom) 😊

Thank y’all!!! And… the competition is CLOSED!

Winners cummin’… Dom Twin is very decisive

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Kneeling on the bathroom floor, wiping the cum from my chin, I promise for my New Year resolution that I’m not going to be the stupid slut at the end of the night in some alley, bent over with my dress hiked up.

But I love the attention. I feel it validates me. And as the clock strikes midnight, I make eye contact with a guy across the room.

WINNER! This one struck a chord as most New Year’s resolutions are good for about a minute. 🤣

Congratulations, Susie! worship :worship:

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Love this idea, Kimmi. Thank you. Here's mine...

City lights stretch twelve floors beneath my open robe and juice-coated thighs.

ā€œFor real?ā€

Cole’s measured tone, tinny through the speaker: ā€œYou'll know as the clock strikes midnight.ā€

The hotel TV broadcasts New Year’s countdown. New opportunity.

Heart racing, I withdraw sticky fingers from my pussy. Inhale. Shuck shoulders, silk pooling my ankles.

The muzzle flash from the building opposite precedes the tinny ricochet.

ā€œGood girl. You just made partner.ā€

WINNER! This was judge’s favorite example of Hint Fiction—hinting at a story and leaving her wanting to know the full story. 😊

Congratulations, WW! worship :worship:

Quote by CuriousAnnie

As the clock struck midnight, the fireworks’ barrage lit up her astonished face. He smirked, imagining she’d twigged he’d ring in 2025 by proposing after the last firefly flickers had fallen from Sydney’s Harbour Bridge.  

But her hand, investigating scuttlebutt, had furtively snuck into his mate’s shorts.  She kneaded the ginormous swelling cock-meat and whimpered. Eyes closed; her salacious New Year’s resolutions weren’t the usual monogamous ones of new fiancĆ©s.  

WINNER! This one made the judge giggle… a lot! She enjoyed the colorful language and naughtiness. šŸ˜€

Congratulations, Annie! worship :worship:

And special thanks to the ever generous Lush Admin for chipping in Lush Coins! Winners get a boost from 100 to 150 coins! worship :worship:

Thanks for playing along! I’m about to be swamped in work again, so won’t be writing or reading much 1st quarter.

Happy New Year! ā¤ļø

Such a fun contest! Thanks Kimmie and congrats to the winners. Love to you all and Happy New Year!

Meddle Not In The Affairs of Dragons, for we are Crunchy and Good with Ketchup!

Woohoo! First one of these things I've managed to place. Really enjoyed reading everyone's takes on the theme, and loved the other deserved winning entries. Honoured to be the filling in a Susie-Annie sandwich.

Thank you Kimmi (and Jen) for the generous prize coins. And to Dom Twin for reading and judging. Kimmi, you are a beacon of awesome here.

Please browse my digital bookshelf. In this collection, you can find 127 full stories, 10 micro-stories, and 3 poems with the following features:


* 31 Editor's Picks, 85 Recommended Reads.
* 16 competition podium places, 12 other times in the top ten.
* 23 collaborations.
* A whole heap of often filthy, tense, hot sex.

I am so chuffed to be one of the 3 winners.. there were so many great teases here that I hope they all become full stories.. thank you Kimmi for organising this and your twin who obviously has impeccable reading taste 😊

My 200th story.. a young nurse gets down on her knees for an older man to make his day