All right everyone. It’s time. I crossed my fingers and toes for all the contestants who entered the Sexy Mad Libs contest hoping to win a copy of Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy, and now it’s time to reveal a winner.
Here was the challenge: since I love games, and I was inspired by a round of sexy Mad Libs in my past (eh-hm), I wrote a 300-word flash piece and accidentally left out some words—which the contestants needed to supply for me. These are the phrases and words that were missing from my story:
[method of restraint, preferably as a past tense verb]
[type of furniture]
[color]
[small and light inanimate noun]
[type of cording or long strand]
[pet name]
[adverb to describe fucking]
[body part—um, ideally not a bony one]
[type of sound made by a person during sex]
[adverb]
[a verb bodies do]
[verb to describe crash, ending in –ed]
[verb requiring contact with something else]
[another sound made by a person during sex]
Fortunately, I had a few people help me out, and as promised, I am going to post the story here with the Mad Libs phrases in place!
So, are you ready?
The winner of Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy is…
*Reaches into hat.* *Raises an eyebrow.* *Grins.*
WAIT!
(Yeah I see you over there. Calm yourself.)
Here’s the deal, folks. I had so much fun reading all of the entries, I’ve actually decided to post three versions just to give you a feel for how hilarious this was over on my end. Some parts of them made sense, some of them didn’t, and some of them…well, you’ll see. I fixed tenses where necessary, but otherwise, all entered phrases are intact.
The secret? One of these posted versions is the winner…so after all three versions (posted in no particular order), I’ll make the big announcement. Brace yourself! It’s good. Here we go:
Super Sexy Mad Libs Version #1, by Trix:
He had her cuffed, her body folded over the ottoman and her hands locked at her low back. The teal Lego minifigure dangled on a [strand of] silk above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.
“Ready, Ace?”
She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, forcefully deep and fast, while he kept her from the Lego minifigure. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.
David smacked her buttock. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”
“Fuck me,” she gasped.
His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she moan[ed]. Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so enthusiastically deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that Lego minifigure—but she wanted it more than anything.
“Please,” she cried. “More!”
David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body grope[d] as his pace increased.
“David, fuck, yes!”
His force collided her hard against the ottoman. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue [clung to] the tiny Lego minifigure.
“Yes! I win!” she gasped.
David slipped his fingers between the ottoman and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.
But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with a scream.
“New rules. We move the Lego minifigure farther next time,” he said.
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Super Sexy Mad Libs Version #2, by Oleander:
He had her hog tied, her body folded over the broken down (and stained) futon and her hands locked at her low back. The red shot glass dangled on a [string of] nylon above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.
“Ready, Mr. Jingles?”
She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, riding the hobby horse deep and fast, while he kept her from the shot glass. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.
David smacked her penis. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”
“Fuck me,” she gasped.
His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she [cried] “Uhhhhnnnnn!” Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so sloppily deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that shot glass—but she wanted it more than anything.
“Please,” she cried. “More!”
David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body hump[ed] as his pace increased.
“David, fuck, yes!”
His force excited her hard against the broken down (and stained) futon. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue fondle[d] the tiny shot glass.
“Yes! I win!” she gasped.
David slipped his fingers between the broken down (and stained) futon and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.
But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with an “OhSweetJesus!”
“New rules. We move the shot glass farther next time,” he said.
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Super Sexy Mad Libs Version #3, by F. Leonora:
He had her shackled, her body folded over the love seat and her hands locked at her low back. The vermillion spark dangled on a braided [cord] above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.
“Ready, miel?”
She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, roughly deep and fast, while he kept her from the spark. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.
David smacked her thigh. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”
“Fuck me,” she gasped.
His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she grunt[ed]. Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so morbidly deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that spark—but she wanted it more than anything.
“Please,” she cried. “More!”
David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body waltz[ed] as his pace increased.
“David, fuck, yes!”
His force crescendoed her hard against the love seat. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue bumped the tiny spark.
“Yes! I win!” she gasped.
David slipped his fingers between the love seat and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.
But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with a pant.
“New rules. We move the spark farther next time,” he said.
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Okay, have you stopped giggling yet? I still can’t. This was just too fun!
But now it really is time for the big reveal…Drumroll please…
The winner of Violet Blue’s The Ultimate Guide to Sexual Fantasy is…
F. Leonora!
Congratulations, F. Leonora! You won! *Throws confetti everywhere.* (And oh my god, the spark and the tongue! Yowsa!) 🙂 I’ll be contacting you today to coordinate your prize!
Now, in case anyone’s curious, I figured I should reveal my original version of the story. Here it is:
The Game
by
Jade A. Waters
He had her cuffed, her body folded over the counter and her hands locked at her low back. The gold bell dangled on a chain above her face, and Beth stuck out her tongue, trying to reach—but David held her back enough that she’d have to work much, much harder for it.
“Ready, love?”
She nodded. This was the game tonight—to take him, deep and fast, while he kept her from the bell. But if she reached it, he’d let her come.
David smacked her ass. “Beth… You didn’t answer.”
“Fuck me,” she gasped.
His cock was quick to her warmth, slicking against the wet seam of her cunt as she whimpered. Beth stretched out her tongue, but the pressure of him yanking back on her wrists was too great. When he thrust inside her, his motion almost shoved her forward enough. Still, David managed to control her reach and Beth’s mind spun—it would take a good strong fucking, an intense pounding, something so unbearably deep and hard and sweet for her to reach that bell—but she wanted it more than anything.
“Please,” she cried. “More!”
David’s breath grew heavier, his thrusts more frenzied. Her body shook as his pace increased.
“David, fuck, yes!”
His force slammed her hard against the counter. Beth’s eyes popped open just as her tongue tapped the tiny bell.
“Yes! I win!” she gasped.
David slipped his fingers between the counter and her mound, swiping at her to make her come.
But the truth was Beth didn’t need it—the sweetest bliss coursed through her even before David touched her clit, and once she trembled around him, he collapsed over her body with a groan.
“New rules. We move the bell farther next time,” he said.
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Honestly, I’m tickled by every version of this story, and I hope you all enjoyed the contest.
A giant thank you to everyone who played along, and congratulations again to F. Leonora! I’ll be in touch shortly! 🙂
XX,
Jade
