WINNERS ANNOUNCED! Sexy Spring Hint Fiction Challenge for Lush Coins

Sexy Spring Writing Challenge for coins!

(Will help pass time until BDSM comp results are announced)

Deadline: April 28th. Winner announced April 30th.

Winner takes 375 coins! That’s the minimum for a nice cash out!

If you’d like to enter, post a sexy, smutty, fucktastic hint fiction story within this forum only. Do not submit as a story or you will be soundly whipped by mods! 

Hint fiction is usually a tiny scribble hinting at a larger story using 25 words or less. For this challenge, I’m increasing the word limit to 40 words or less. 

Within your story, you must use AT LEAST ONE of these words: bud, bloom, petal, flower, seed (no extra points for using more than one) 

You canNOT include any of these words: cock, pussy, penis, dick, cunt, vagina (you’ll have to get creative naming genitals!) 

A member of my family will pick the winner to receive 375 Lush coins! 

Have fun, Lushies! 

"Don’t be so gentle, Bud! I’m too horny for you treating it like a blooming flower with delicate petals. You take it for what it is: the wanton, sodden twat that’ll milk you dry tonight."

Pretty flowers in their sun dresses at the garden center to catch my interest. So why did he plant this seed of fantasy? Would his rugged hands tend my grounds with the same soft care offered to his cherry tomatoes?

“I love your beautiful little pink flower.” He licked me, and I gasped. “Delicious too.”

I giggled. “Don’t call it that, it’s silly.”

He moved upward, his hard length prodding me. “Can I call it that after it’s been pollinated?”

As my mouth neared Charmin's fragrant bud, my nostrils flared. I sensed that someone had already been there. And not just because of the tiny piece of toilet paper that still clung to her bloom.

Crikey finally one for me:

'Hello darling. Did you have a good day?' I asked. 'Yes' she said. 'Good news... be a sweetheart and get me a bud light from the fridge and put the new Top Gun dvd in the player' I replied.

I'm suckling her rosy buds, the heat intense as my thick stalk plows her lush garden.

She begs for my seed.

Heavy footsteps.

"He's home!"

"I like my women like sex-dolls," he said, zipping up. He had one at home, and had grown accustomed to being boss.

She didn't otherwise respond.

Returning home, he heard a squeaky-toy voice command him, "Spread 'em, bud. Payback time."

Not sure it's classed as sexy, smutty, fucktastic but I'm in, under the title "It's not you, it's me":

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Swaying—all hips, allure and no underwear—into the dusty truckstop diner wearing that flower sundress I bought, provided another reason.

They linked fingers across the table. Giggled.

I craved to fuck her again, even as I centered the crosshairs.

Woohoo! Way to set the bar high, y’all!

Especially, you, simplyjohn. What a romantic soul you are! ❤️

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Woohoo! Way to set the bar high, y’all!

Especially, you, simplyjohn. What a romantic soul you are! ❤️

Me all over and well known for just that. That has to be the winner. Does it come with an EP? Not that I need anymore to be fair. Just an RR will do... that will be my 25th.

The flower, henna-dyed on Jaspreet’s hand, was the symbol of her bridehood, innocence, and modesty. But as his thick load seeped liberally over her ornately decorated fingers, Jaspreet’s virtue was forever lost, and with it, her day-old marriage.

Great idea, Kimmi! 👍X

"A flip of the coin, my bound flower, will determine your fate tonight. Heads, punishment. Tails, pleasure."

Blindfolded, I heard the silver dollar hit the floor.

"Damn, landed on its edge. That gives me an idea. Be right back."

Emily tested the coarse hemp, twisting and thrashing as she sought to free her thin wrists and ankles. There was no use. The ropes held.

Heat flowered between her legs.

Approaching footsteps, heels ticking on the concrete, grew louder.

(Great idea Kimmi!)

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Sexy Spring Writing Challenge for coins!

(Will help pass time until BDSM comp results are announced)

Deadline: April 28th. Winner announced April 30th.

Winner takes 375 coins! That’s the minimum for a nice cash out!

If you’d like to enter, post a sexy, smutty, fucktastic hint fiction story within this forum only. Do not submit as a story or you will be soundly whipped by mods! 

Hint fiction is usually a tiny scribble hinting at a larger story using 25 words or less. For this challenge, I’m increasing the word limit to 40 words or less. 

Within your story, you must use AT LEAST ONE of these words: bud, bloom, petal, flower, seed (no extra points for using more than one) 

You canNOT include any of these words: cock, pussy, penis, dick, cunt, vagina (you’ll have to get creative naming genitals!) 

A member of my family will pick the winner to receive 375 Lush coins! 

Have fun, Lushies! 

Fear and anticipation filled her as she woke.

Her body betrayed her as her bud throbbed and petals moistened.

His footsteps approached her in the underground cellar.

Desire and cruelty in his look, she recoiled as he reached for her.

Hot, hot, hot.

Your entry is similarly hot due to is sexual anticipation Kevin 😉

We spent all day cataloging wildflowers under a harsh sun. Newly paired, we worked well together, with few words spoken. Now, in the golden twilight, she stood naked at the lake's edge. Her glance said schoolwork is done. I agreed.

{kinda lame. yes, I know.}

He knew she’d sensually shed her summer frock in quiet Bluebell wood.  

In the azaleas, Lord Chatterley remained stubbornly impotent. So thick John Thomas obligingly ploughed Lady Jane.

Her shrillest orgasm accompanied the spurts of gardener seed. Finally he'd stiffened.  

He spilled his seed into her bound form as she came.

Then, panting, he released her hands and undid the ball gag and blindfold.

She turned, then gasped, her eyes widening. “Daddy??”

"Cede!"

"No, seed!"

"Have it your way, then, brat." A hot bloom of his spunk covers my face.

"Seed!"

"No, cede."

"Yes Sir." I bend over and spread myself like a flower.

Either way, it's a game we both win.

Her belly grew as my seed took hold.

We had gone through a long dry spell, but now that she was bearing my child she couldn't get enough.

However, I couldn't shake the thought of having to telling my wife.

It was an overcast day, the fifteenth of May, a gentle breeze blowin'.

She walked past my stand, one flower in hand, her long blonde hair flowin'.

Thank you, Kimmi, for offering this challenge.

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“My beautiful Tessa.” Byron’s hand sought the pressure points beneath her jaw. “No more fantasy. Your pretty rose bud belongs to me now.” His voice fractured into a jagged whisper. “And I’m going to fuck it like a goddamn animal.”

His fingers crept up her thigh, delighted to find no panties encumbering access to her sweet nectar.

“Your flower is in bloom, my love.”

“Fill me with your seed, kind sir,” she moaned softly.

He obliged her voraciously, breeding her.

Kimmi,

I'm going to try and write something for your competition. (With two girls nearly four, and another nearing two, the noise in my house - and the demands on my time as a mom - have precluded me from actively writing in Lush for quite a while. However, I have hope that at some point, there will be a light at the end of the tunnel beaconing me to WRITE Meagan, WRITE! Here goes my attempt (if you have no problem using me as the central character).

Silk dress and lacy panties fall, pooling around dainty ankles. Like a rose, the scent of her flower permeates. Legs ajar, sweet dew beacons.  Woody becomes stone.  Finally, velvety folds surround me as satiny legs pull me into her passion.

“My husband died,” she told me on our date. 

Undressing, Ludmila trembled like a flower shaken by the wind.

Initially, I was too distracted by her shapely breasts to notice the number 43578 tattooed, in green, on her forearm.

The flowers he brought lay scattered on the kitchen floor amid the shattered glass of the vase she’d placed them in. Her screams drowned out the sound of breakage as her breasts pressed against the counter where they’d been sitting.