Writing in the Margins
Content note: The Smutty Story Circle is an 18+ writing event, and the writing prompts are often related to sex and sexuality. This post includes a story shared by one of our writers, which does include explicit sexuality.
Did you miss the Halloween Smutty Story Circle? Were you stuck at home in the snow storm, unable to warm yourself up with some spooky smut? Never fear, writer dear!
As part of Writing in the Margins ongoing effort to create inclusive, accessible, online and in-person spaces for writers on the margins to take up space on the page, we will continue the tradition started last month of sharing the Smutty Story Circle prompts so that you can write along at home.
This month, we have a special treat because one of our writers has offered to share her tasty story with us – find that at the bottom of this post!
First, a note on this special event. It was a blast! Costumes, baklava, Rolo hot chocolate and amazing smut… it was delightful.
We started with a reading. Patrice Suncircle’s story “Master Sarah” from the anthology Bitten: Dark Erotic Stories, about gender-ambiguous angels and secret, supernatural sex. It was hot!
Our first prompt, inspired by the story, was “monsters.”
Our second prompt was “costumes,” and we had some fun with this one.
Our third prompt was “spooky.” We talked about the taboo around mixing horror and erotica, and about the way that fear can often feel like and feed into sexual arousal (there’s a reason it’s so popular to take your date to a scary movie!).
Our final prompt, and the one that inspired the following story, was “Halloween candy.”
And now, “Bobbing for Cherries” by Gwen Bretzke.
I never really liked bobbing for apples, I much prefer bobbing for cherries.
If I’m going to put my face in something wet, I want it to be warm and comforting, not cold and sharp, fishing blindly for a fucking apple. To have to bite and crunch into some freezing fruit.
I much prefer licking and kissing a small beautiful cherry, and I fucking know where that is. I don’t know why so many guys have such a hard time bobbing for cherry, I don’t even have one and I can find it, it’s just sitting there waiting for attention. But cishet guys have always been bad at that kind of stuff. They just pump away, don’t even take time to smell the roses. So unimaginative. I think they should start going to classes for this kind of thing.
Oh wait! Can’t distract myself. Have to keep up the good work. Gotta focus on the task at hand. Just gotta keep bobbing. I can tell I’ve almost got it done, there’s a lot of squirming going on. Actually now that I’ve thought about it, she is dressed as Snow White.
Maybe I do like bobbing for apples.
