Sep 08 2008
And The Winner of The First Ever BestSexBloggers.com Writers Contest Is (The Envelope Please…)
…Creation Myth, by Sinclair Sexsmith, the writer of The Sugarbutch Chronicles wrote the winning flash fantasy. Unfortunately, the woman holding the prize is not included.
For his prize-winning flash fantasy, Sinclair wins the For Your Nymphomation XL Sex Toy Case (which I really, really want!!)**
The Creation Myth
I never see Jackie without it. She carries it like a briefcase nearly everywhere she goes.
It isn’t gratuitous; she is always coming from or going to a job. She only says she sees “private clients.” I hear the rumors, we all do: she’s a professional bottom. A top trainer.
“She breaks us like horses,” my friend B whispers loudly after Jackie leaves our table at our usual watering hole. “Ruthless.”
I ask her at parties when she is lightly buzzed from vodka and I have knocked back too many bourbons. “Electro kit?” I ask. “Ropes. Restraints. Leather harnesses with training wheels.” Jackie laughs in a wouldn’t-you-like-to-find-out way.
“You don’t need to know yet,” she says. “You don’t need it.”
Flattering, but frustrating. I am convinced her case holds the key to some heretofore untapped topping in me. I play the idea of her correcting my technique as I beat her, guiding me as I fuck her, over and over in my mind when I jack off. I imagine this would entice me and enrage me until I lose control a little, unleash, and let her have my all.
Until I surrender to my power.
She nearly has that case latched onto her wrist with a handcuff and a silver chain. She shows up exhausted and barely touches her drink, unless she is shining, serene and rosy-skinned and I ache to create such afterglow.
It isn’t that she’s beautiful, it’s that she won’t give in. She laughs off my advances and I want her more. I see it happen and hate myself for it. I could have anyone, why do I want her simply because I can’t have her? I do so like the chase. I do so like the conquest.
I am ready to relinquish when she approaches as I am ordering another round at the bar. Well, she says, “Tonight’s your night.”
It would be a lie to say I don’t know what she means. I feel myself ready to jump, ready to knock back all the glasses on the bar and throw her onto it, ready to lunge for her case (under the table on the right side where her calf had been nuzzling it all night) and rip it open.
The barkeep brings my bourbon and the pitcher of microbrew for the table and I gather the drinks, drop them off.
I nod to Jackie, then to the case.
As soon as it’s in her hand, I practically drag her from the bar. The table of our friends is silent, watching, then buzzing the second my hand is on the door and we’re gone.
She slides the case into the backseat of my car. “Jacqueline” is embroidered in script on one side. I’ve never seen that before.
At my place, Jackie throws the case onto my bed, unzips it slowly. “Now,” she says. ”Let’s find out how you begin, and when you give in.”
And she opens the case.
**An extra special Thank You to EdenFantasys.com for providing us with this fantastic toy case. Please support us by supporting those who sponsor us :-)
September 8th, 2008 at 9:31 am
wow, really? hey wait, I don’t get the girl?! I demand a recount. ;)
um, thank you! I’m excited about the case, I’ve been wanting one of those for a while.
September 8th, 2008 at 9:46 am
[...] story The Creation Myth won the first ever BSB writer’s contest, and I am taking home this fabulous For Your Nymphomation sex toy case which I’ve been [...]
September 8th, 2008 at 10:04 am
Sorry, but if you want, I’ll stand there and hold it with pasties on my nips.
September 8th, 2008 at 12:08 pm
[...] Check out the rest of the story here. [...]
September 8th, 2008 at 1:47 pm
[...] not win the porn-receptacle, but a most-deserving Sinclair Sexsmith did for her scintillating tale The Creation Myth. (For those of you scoring at home, a Sexsmith is a lot like a blacksmith or a swordsmith, except [...]
September 8th, 2008 at 4:39 pm
Congratulations, Sinclair! That really was a great story :)
xx Dee