Emily Tilton came to me a few months ago to ask if I’d be interested in sponsoring an erotica writing contest and of course I said, “Absolutely!” Then the hot-off was born. Writers trying to out-hot each other? What’s not to love? The winner, who wrote the hottest of the hot, was Justine Hollander. She started at Literotica (where I got my own start way back in the day!) offering her work for free, building her skills and getting immediate feedback from readers. Lit also offers a great writing community. I’d recommend this as the place to start for anyone who wants to succeed writing in the genre. Justine is now offering her work for sale – and it’s well-worth it!
Here’s more from the hot-off winner herself…
I’d like to extend my appreciation and gratitude to Selena for generously offering space on her blog to the winner of the first annual Hot-Off tournament, and to Emily Tilton – etiltonexplorations.blogspot.com – not only for organizing and moderating the entire event, but also for her constant support and cheer towards the authors involved.
It’s been a wild ride. I’m humbled and amazed to have won considering the caliber of talented, creative, and kinky authors competing. The tournament consisted of four rounds – within each round authors went head to head, writing five-hundred word vignettes featuring a specific word (round one: door, round two: hotel, round three: fork, and round four: courage). All of these amazing and hot stores can be found at: thehotoffstories.blogspot.com.
Like so many other authors, my journey into writing erotica began as an avid reader (just give me a good hot book, a glass of wine, and a bag of toys and my weekend is set!). One day I realized I had my own story to tell, Rock and Water, which I’ve released chapter by chapter on the erotic literature website, Literotica. Through this wonderful site, I’ve met and befriended even more wonderful authors, with some of whom I shared the pleasure of starting The Erotic Collective with in 2014.
So here I am in my mid-forties with a passion to write that I never knew I had! Luckily my husband has infinite patience and enough hobbies of his own to keep him from feeling widowed by my laptop. A reformed east-coaster now living in the beautiful Pacific Northwest, I’m spoiled daily by its natural beauty, amazing food, and active lifestyle.
The Erotic Collective currently have two anthologies that can be found on Amazon, The More the Merrier (A Menage Erotica Boxed Set), and The Darker Side of Love (A Dark Erotica Boxed Set). Our next book should be out in May!
I’m excited to share with you an excerpt from my novella, One of the Boys, a menage story included in the anthology, The More the Merrier:
One of the Boys
by Justine Hollander
Growing up with her three best friends, Mitch, Gordon, and Vince, Alice was always ‘one of the boys’.
As kids, they were inseparable , supporting each other through skinned knees, first beers, and first loves. Now in their thirties, each have had their share of triumphs and loss.
Reunited for a funeral, the four spend a snowy weekend together in the cabin where they’d shared so many good times in their youth, but youthful attractions have grown into adult desires and long buried secrets are confessed as erotic passions are explored.
Note: This story contains group sexual encounters of both the mf, mm, and mmfm variety, some BDSM, and lots of sexual tension and romance! Enjoy at your discretion!
“Do you want this Alice? For tonight… do you want all of us?”
Alice looks at him, really looks at him, searching for any jealousy or hesitation he may have – instead, she’s met with understanding, and an unmistakable raw lust.
She nods her head slightly. “Yeah… I want it. Please be okay with it.”
In answer to her plea, Vince runs his rough thumb over her lips, back and forth, before pushing it into her mouth. Her lips instantly clamp down on it and begin sucking, her tongue bathing it in wetness. Vince’s eyes narrow as a groan escapes his throat.
“Ah, hell, baby… that feels so good.”
Alice barely registers that Gordon has now unhooked her bra, but when his warm hands begin to move over the bare flesh of her breasts and nipples she opens her mouth in a silent gasp. Vince takes advantage of this by removing his finger and plunging his lips onto hers. His warm tongue penetrates her mouth, moving against hers until she returns the kiss with equal passion. He moves his hand to once more cradle her face.
Mitch views this all from the couch, his cock growing uncomfortably hard as he watches Alice sandwiched between two men who look like they want to eat her alive. Beautiful gasps escape her lips with each brush of Gordon’s thumbs against her nipples. He watches her futilely push her chest further into the calloused hands, while Gordon continues a soft and almost teasing touch.
“Harder, Gordon,” Mitch instructs. “Put some force into it. Squeeze them, pinch her nipples.”
He can’t see under her flannel, but smiles when she lets out a loud groan that’s music to his ears.
Vince and Gordon look over at Mitch, who looks absolutely tortured sitting on the couch. It’s clear he’s not joining them in loyalty to Greta, but that doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the show.
Vince, who had been partially blocking Mitch’s view, moves to the side while Gordon positions Alice so that she is facing Mitch and slowly begins to undo the buttons of her flannel.
Gordon watches as Mitch releases the top button on his jeans, then carefully pulls down the zipper. Mitch reaches in and adjusts his painfully erect cock inside his boxer briefs, before removing his hand but leaving it to rest on top of the prominent bulge. Mitch’s eyes drift from Alice’s now open shirt, over to Gordon. The two men’s eyes lock.
“Your shirt too, Gordon.”
Gordon gives him a crooked smile, and hurriedly pulls his shirt off and over his head, revealing pale skin, but chiseled pecs and abs that lead down to the waistband of his low slung bottoms. A large, black ink tattoo of a waterfall adorns the left side of his abdomen, down to his hip.
Mitch stares at him, his jaw resting on his thumb while he rubs his bottom lip with his first two fingers. The vision alone is so erotic that Gordon can feel his cock grow hard and throb. He allows himself to rub his aching shaft through his long underwear a few times before returning his attention to Alice.
As he turns back to her, it’s just in time to see Vince’s tongue snake out and lick across her already puckered right nipple. Alice’s hand rests gently on the back of Vince’s head, running her fingers through his thick hair. As her excitement builds her hand fists at his scalp until he latches onto her nipple and breast and begins sucking hard. Gordon can only hope that Vince will be cool with it, but he leans down and draws her left nipple into his mouth.
Alice’s head drops back as she gasps from pleasure. Her eyes close and she can barely hold herself up on her one free hand. Gordon slips an arm behind her back to support her, then encourages her to lay back. She does, her shoulders and head resting on the big pillow. Both men lower themselves until their laying on either side of her, and return to devouring her breasts. She pulls herself free from the sleeves of her flannel and throws it to the side.
Vince’s strong hands run up and down her torso, exploring the exposed skin until goose bumps speckle the surface. Gordon’s hand cups and squeezes the breast in his mouth. Feeling two men’s tongues on her sensitive nipples is driving her crazy – her body begins to squirm while her legs press together in attempt to relieve the building pressure between them. Just as she’s about reach her hand down between her legs, her wrist is caught by Vince who looks up at her through his lashes with a wicked smile, his teeth still latched to her aching breast.
“Oh, fuck….please. Somebody’s gotta’ touch me. Please….”
Vince lets go of her wrist and slides his hands over her long underwear until it’s firmly cupping her pussy. He presses his fingers in, feeling the wetness that’s already soaked two layers of cotton. They both groan as Alice spreads her legs and begins to move her hips against him.
“Ahhhhh…thank you. More…more….”
Vince continues rubbing and squeezing, his palm grinding against her clit. The scent of her passion fills the room.
With a growl Gordon sits up, grabs the waistbands of both her long johns and the soaked cotton panties and in one motion pulls them down, then off of her body, until she lays naked before the three men. Too lost in her rising passion, any inhibitions Alice may have felt have been cast aside, and all she wants now is naked flesh against her own.
I can promise you that Alice gets that naked flesh against her own, and so much more! No worries about poor Mitch sitting on the couch – he’ll have his fun soon…
Thank you for reading!
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