29 Responses to “August Contest: Skin to Skin”

1. romblogreader Posted: Jul 31st, 2007 at 11:32 am

   1 Are multiple entries allowed?

2. bam Posted: Jul 31st, 2007 at 11:34 am

   2 Author Comment Sure, but only one entry per person will be chosen.

3. romblogreader Posted: Jul 31st, 2007 at 11:52 am

   3 Do I get extra points if Sam and Dean show up?

4. bam Posted: Jul 31st, 2007 at 11:58 am

   4 Author Comment Do I get extra points if Sam and Dean show up? God, I can just imagine Leilani looking at Ollie and saying, “Ollie… I love you, you’re great… I mean, really great, but… OH, COME ON, it’s Sam and Dean!”

5. Ann Bruce Posted: Jul 31st, 2007 at 3:59 pm

   5 Other writers threaten to sue people who write fanfic… You encourage it. Definitely one in a million.

6. Jaime Posted: Jul 31st, 2007 at 7:06 pm

   6 Bam: only 200 words???? Oy! You’re killin’ me!!

7. Tumperkin Posted: Aug 1st, 2007 at 12:37 pm

   7 I hate going first! Never mind… The premise is that Oliver has won an all expenses paid trip to Scotland (my neck of the woods) and takes Leilani with him…. ——- FLEECE TO FLEECE “God, it’s cold” Leilani said miserably, staring out to sea. She thought wistfully of the tiny shorts and bikinis she had packed so hopefully a few days ago. THIS was a beach? Ha! Oh, it LOOKED like a beach. But it wasn’t. It was the North fucking Pole. Oliver glanced at her. He tried - unsuccessfully - to make out the outline of her body through her shapeless fleece jacket and baggy jeans. How had he ever imagined that summer could be too hot? Last summer - when they had got together - now that had been something. Hot, sultry nights. And Leilani strolling around half-naked the whole time. Hmmmmm. Naked. “At least there’s no midges at the beach” he said mildly, trying to ignore his erection. “Don’t mention those little fuckers to me” Leilani snapped, her fingers creeping up to her forehead again to examine the ugly row of midge bites. “Well, we’ve got mosquitoes at home”. “At least mosquitoes only come out at night”. She hunched her shoulders moodily. Oliver slid his arm around Leilani’s shoulders and kissed the top of her head. She looked up at him, grumpy, but willing to be charmed. “Y’know baby,” he said, tilting his head to the side, “you even look sexy with a lumpy head.” Then he grinned. “Let’s go back to the cottage”. She smiled. A slow curve of her lips. “Hmmmm. Good idea. The bed will still be warm…”.

8. bam Posted: Aug 1st, 2007 at 12:47 pm

   8 Author Comment Damn, tumperkin. I needed that laugh. Figured Ollie would still be sporting a boner even when it’s 0 degrees outside. psst… what’s a midge?

9. Cathie Posted: Aug 1st, 2007 at 12:48 pm

   9 Hi Dionne! So great to meet you here. I don’t think I join in your blog before today, but definitely having a blast here. A dear friend Amy told me about your blog. And its exciting hearing about your books and I’m looking forward to finding out more! I’m new to your book, and too it tough with my English at times since I’m deaf and I leave out words by mistake, so I’m passing on this contest with the writing, but will be reading along with you all. Joy to meet you!

10. bam Posted: Aug 1st, 2007 at 12:50 pm

    10 Author Comment Welcome, Cathie! There will be other contests, don’t worry.

11. Samantha Posted: Aug 1st, 2007 at 3:06 pm

    11 Wincest? Sick! Now, do you happen to also write it and can I get a link? Just so I know where not to go . Avoid that delicious stuff at all cost.

12. Tumperkin Posted: Aug 2nd, 2007 at 1:32 am

    12 Midges are nasty wee insects - smaller than a mosquito and silent - that were put on the planet to remind Scottish people that even if they get a (rare) sunny day, they must NEVER GO OUTSIDE. Midges travel together and they know to wait until you have got your entire picnic set out before they descend en masse, biting you all over. They are particularly fond of woods and lochs (lakes) but you you don’t get them at the beach (hurrah!).

13. Cheryl S. Posted: Aug 5th, 2007 at 4:53 pm

    13 Well, I’m a newbie here and not a writer but thought I’d give it a shot just for the heck of it. Take it easy on me, please. ****** The silence of the room was broken by the sudden ring of the telephone on the nightstand beside his bed. Glancing at the clock, Oliver wondered who could be calling at this hour. True, he was awake at one o’clock on a Saturday morning. But that was mostly due to the pain emanating from the bullet hole in his leg compliments of the gunman in last week’s attempted liquor store hold-up. Clicking the phone on, Oliver grated out, “Yeah?” A soft whoosh of breath released before a whispered, “Oliver, are you ok?” Instantly recognizing the sultry voice that haunted his dreams when the pain did subside enough to allow sleep to overtake him, Oliver softened his voice, “I’m fine, Leilani. Just catching some re-runs while waiting for the medicine to kick in. And what, exactly, are you doing awake at this time of the night?” “I couldn’t sleep. I was on my way to get a drink and saw a light shining in your room. I wondered what you were doing up.” Oliver swore he heard Leilani whisper over the phone line, “And I wondered if there was something I could do to help take care of that for you.”

14. Rose Posted: Aug 5th, 2007 at 9:54 pm

    14 Not being that creative, I’ll just take it from the end of the excerpt… “Like hell I will.” The words were harsh but the tone was smoldering as she leaned even closer. He could barely believe it as his jeans grew even more constricting. He couldn’t seem to focus on one part of her. Instead his eyes moved erratically, one moment her slightly parted lips made up his entire world, only to be replaced by her breasts, her neck, her pert little nose. Leilani reveled in the attention, knowing that she overwhelmed him. She could feel his breath grow raspy as his hands tightened on the small of her back, pulling her into him seemingly against his will. She took his chin between her thumb and forefinger and made him meet her eyes. She shivered with pleasure as she saw her own hunger reflected there and moved until her lips were mere moments away from his. His breath was warm as it mingled with hers, warm and… sweet? It was more than just the beer on his breath; there was something almost animal about it. Just breathing it in felt sexual. “Besides,” she whispered right before her lips touched his. “It’s still much too hot to sleep.”

15. Lorelie Posted: Aug 6th, 2007 at 4:25 am

    15 My first entry! Dude, that word count thing is tough.————– “Oh no,” Leilani gasped. “We’re late!” Throwing back the sheet, she jumped out of bed. Oliver cracked one eye open and squinted. “Late for what? It’s two a.m.” “Our big conflict, that’s what!” She planted her fists on her hips. “Come on, give me your deep, dark secret.” Oliver propped himself up on an elbow and cocked his head. He was pretty sure Leilani had no idea the light streaming through the balcony doors also went through her cotton pajamas and outlined her curves. “What dark secret would that be?” “I don’t know. Whatever makes you think you’re not good enough for me, or can’t handle commitment. Whatever. I promise to laugh it off. This is only a novella, after all.” “Huh?” “Well if this were a full-length manuscript, I would have to agree the secret is horrible and stay away or ride off half-cocked to fix everything. The whole TSTL thing.” Leilani was standing next to Oliver. “But we’ve got to wrap things up quickly. Page count, ya know.” “I promise I have no secrets, deep, dark or otherwise.” Oliver snaked an arm around her back, caressing the soft skin left bare between her shorts and top. In a swift motion, he pulled her to the bed and rolled on top. “And I can think of better things to do with our pages.”

16. December/Stacia Posted: Aug 6th, 2007 at 4:44 am

    16 Okay, here’s mine…at least the first one…(forgive me Bam!) “Give me some more of that spaghetti,” Leilani said. Ollie turned his head in disgust. She’d already shovelled in three heaping bowls full, what more did she want? To think he’d actually once liked her healthy appetite. He’d been crazy. “Ollie, now!” she screeched. He obeyed as quickly as possible. “Oh, that’s so good,” she mumbled. Pasta hung out of her mouth and sauce dripped down her chin onto the spaghetti-strap tank top she’d somehow squeezed her girth into. Once she’d gone to the gym, taken care of herself. That all ended when he put the ring on her finger. “I made ice cream today, too.” She lifted her hair off her sausage-like neck. “It’s so hot, after all.” Ollie nodded. “Yeah. Hot.” One pudgy foot landed in his lap as Leilani shifted herself, with difficulty, in her chair. “And after the ice cream…it’s nice and cool in the bedroom.” She winked. Ollie winced. “Uh, sorry, babe,” he managed. “That, uh, that old gunshot wound is acting up again. I think I’m just going to rest.” Leilani pouted, but Ollie was already up, heading for his stash. Narcotic painkillers and beer? The only way to escape the creature he’d married.

17. Lorelie Posted: Aug 6th, 2007 at 5:17 am

    17 Bwahaha! You had me cracking up Stacia. Let’s hope Ollie’s now an ex-cop, if he’s dosing on oxycontin and budweiser

18. Amy S. Posted: Aug 6th, 2007 at 8:56 am

    18 Leilani had all the ingredients for a banana split except for the nuts. She figured she didn’t need to get any nuts for what she had in mind. She called Ollie. Ollie answered, “Hello.” Do you want to come over and go for a swim and then have banana splits?” Leilani asked. “Sure, I’ll come right over.” he said It was a very hot day and the pool water was so warm. Ollie did a cannon ball into the pool and splashed Leilani with water. They both started splashing each other with water. Finally they decided to get out and dry off. Leilani said, “Come into the house for the banana split. I’m going to get the ingedrients for it. I’ll meet you in the bedroom. “The bedroom?” Ollie asked. “Yes, I need to you to strip out of your clothes and lay down on the bed. I’m going to have me a good banana split.” Leilani said.

19. Bettie Posted: Aug 6th, 2007 at 7:33 pm

    19 You asked for fan fiction…be careful what you wish for ;o) ________________________ Leilani was watering the lawn in her thinnest white tank and skimpiest shorts when a red Ferrari pulled up in front of Oliver’s house. She let the hose fall to the grass as she watched a leggy redhead unfold herself from the driver’s seat and march up to Ollie’s door. The redhead’s dark glasses didn’t hide her lovely, heart-shaped face any more than her shapeless coat hid her slim, yet buxom figure. And the blue scarf on her head only enhanced the shiny brilliance of her flowing scarlet tresses. “Leave him alone, he’s recovering from an injury!” Leilani yelled. The redhead approached Leilani, peering over the top of her dark glasses. She had large, cat-like violet eyes. “That poor brave man.” She had some kind of European accent—Molderavian, perhaps? “Hey, I know you,” Leilani said. The redhead gasped. “Please, don’t tell! If anyone knew that I, Princess Marya Sureya Tsarina, had slipped away from my royal entourage to thank the noble policeman who saved my life by blocking an assassin’s bullet with his manly, muscular upper thigh…” “Uh-huh.” “I thought I could help him recover.” The princess said eagerly. “I’ told I have a beautiful singing voice—“ Leilani crossed her arms. “Not on my watch. You’re the fifth Mary Sue today. Go find some other story to fuck with.” The princess’s rosebud lips trembled and crystalline tears slid from her emerald-colored eyes. “I—” Leilani pointed to the end of the block. “Go. Git. Go pick on Harry Potter or some shit like that, because I will kick your scrawny ass faster than a Disney lawyer can say ‘copyright infringement’ if you stay. ¿Comprendes?” “Yes, Leilani.” The princess sniffled.

20. romblogreader Posted: Aug 7th, 2007 at 11:56 am

    20 No Sam and Dean, sorry, but I hope you like this smutty little ficlet anyway, it’s set directly after your excerpt. ** She kisses his cheek and, with a knowing smile, moves the Kleenex closer. “Sleep well.” He holds his breath, watches her swaying hips disappear from view, doesn’t exhale until he hears the door shut. “Fuck.” He rubs his face and gets smacked by her scent, remembers his hand slipping down her sweat-slick arm and breathes in again. His cock goes from hard to “touch now or start humping the air”. He unzips, finds the flap of his boxers and keeps his other (Leilani-scented) hand on his face. He tastes one salty finger, thinks of her sweat, of pushing his fingers in the front of *her* heart-covered boxers, stroking lips slippery with sweat, with her wetness. Then, like some teenager, he’s coming from just that, slicking up his fist and making a mess. He shudders through one last aftershock as he pictures Lelani at home, wet-fingered, rubbing herself off even now, her round, golden body naked and arching with pleasure. Ollie groans, squeezes his softening cock and would go again but the Vicodin, alcohol and post-orgasmic buzz conspire to drag him asleep. He barely manages to use the Kleenex and zip up before passing out.

21. romblogreader Posted: Aug 7th, 2007 at 12:57 pm

    21 And now, with Sam and Dean…sort of. ************ He indulges Leilani and agrees to watch the show with her. It’s on that teenager network but it’s not bad. The monsters are cool. * It’s not that she doesn’t always fuck his brains out, but he doesn’t catch on until the third week. Once again, she’s straddling him as the credits roll and he waits until she’s slid all the way down (so wet and snug) before he whispers, “Which one?” “What?” “Sam or Dean?” She gasps, clenches, whispers, “Both,” in his ear. He palms her belly, thumbs her clit, feels her shudder and grind. “No favorite?” She doesn’t answer until she’s gotten off once. When she starts moving again, she grins and says, “At the same time.” He groans. “Where?” She goes faster. “Impala.” “I meant…” He goes quiet as she rides him harder. “You mean my mouth or my…” He silences her with a kiss and puts her on her back, fucks her into the couch as she whispers all the filthy things she’d do to the Winchesters. * “Can I look?” He kisses her neck and removes the blindfold, then watches her loose her shit over the rented, black, 1967 Chevy Impala. He puts in the AC-DC tape and smiles.

22. romblogreader Posted: Aug 7th, 2007 at 12:59 pm

    22 That would be “lose her shit” not “loose”, of course.

23. Tim Warnock Posted: Aug 7th, 2007 at 2:58 pm

    23 “Hello?” Ollie stepped into his dark house, speaking only to the faint light from the rear bedroom. It was nearly 4 am. No answer. Faint sobbing echoed down the hall. “Leilani?” He stumbled through the darkness making his way to the bedroom. Leilani was curled at the foot of the bed hugging her knees. A look of terror was frozen on her face. “Baby, what happened?” Her eyes slowly moved towards his voice while her body stood completely still. “I thought you were dead.” “What?” He pretended to smile. She leapt to her feet abruptly. It startled him. “I couldn’t sleep. Why didn’t you call?” His stomach seized in a knot. He realized that she had been expecting him at midnight. His evening had been chaotic. This had happened before. But he had always remembered to call. “Asshole!” Before he could react pillows were traveling in the air towards his face. He ducked as the pillow smashed into the lamp behind him. The room was cast in darkness. Her breathing rang in his ears. Without warning her body crashed into his. Her arms seized around him with her fingers digging into the flesh of his back. ***

24. Jaime Posted: Aug 7th, 2007 at 5:02 pm

    24 Bam: here goes…takes up where the excerpt ends… Oliver looked away from Leilani and closed his eyes, hoping she would just go. No complications. He wanted to heal, not get caught up with some chick. “Well, you could fuck her!” Oliver’s devil on his shoulder thought. Leilani knew she had been dismissed. She made her way to his front door, opened it and stopped. “What the hell am I doing?” she thought, “I take what I want, damn it!” Leilani let the door snick shut as if she had left. Quietly, Leilani pulled her tank over her head and slipped her boxers off, dropping them both on the floor at her feet. Leilani sauntered back towards Oliver who was still stretched out on the couch. Oliver felt the heat of her body before he opened his eyes and turned his head towards her. Oh God, she was as perfect as he thought she would be. She was lush. No skin and bones for the pushing. He wanted to slam into her right now and ride her all the way home, but he couldn’t. Damn his leg. Leilani could feel his lust, Oliver’s body practically vibrated with it. His eyes were dark, his nostrils flared at her smell and she knew, she just knew, she would feel him rocking inside her tonight.

25. tricia Posted: Aug 9th, 2007 at 9:37 am

    25 hey i’m a regular visitor and just wanted to take a shot at ur latest contest. ur book sounds great, hope u keep doing what u love. well, this is my attempt, hope i don’t mangle ur characters! Leilani was the little engine that could, and Oliver, well, he was just the one to rev her right up. “Listen baby,” he murmured against her thigh. “I have something to tell you.” Eyes closed, panting, sweating from the heat and from him, she just thrashed once more and moaned, “Not now, Ollie, just….” And she pushed his head back between her thighs. He looked up to see her full lips pouting and pulled roughly between her teeth as she breathed heavily, twisting and contorting to get closer to him. He grimaced as his erection throbbed, rapid and urgent against the confines of his jeans. “Its no good Lei.” “What?” “Its no good.” Her eyes, glazed chocolate in ecstasy, opened to focus distantly on him. “Ollie…” she breathed, “ what’s wrong?” His head rested now on the soft curve of her belly. He felt as if he could lay there forever, resting his forehead into the cushion of skin he kissed the vanilla plane, his tongue swirling against her hot honey scented skin. She squirmed in response and he stopped, afraid to continue what they could never complete. “It’s over Lei. My wife’s alive.”

26. Lorelie Posted: Aug 9th, 2007 at 3:11 pm

    26 This might be pandering a bit, but I couldn’t resist. . . Couldn’t stick to the word count again, either. ++++++++++++++++++++ Leilani paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. There were strange grunts and a moan coming from the bedroom. If she didn’t know better… She pushed it open, only to go instantly numb. Oliver was propped against their headboard. His head was thrown back and someone beneath the sheet was going to town in his lap. “What the fuck?” Ollie snapped upright and his hand cupped the back of the anonymous head, through the sheet, stilling it. “It’s not what it looks like babe!” “Oh no?” “I guess it kind of is.” “Kind of?” Oh god, whoever was under the sheet was moving like they were going to come up for air. She did not want to know this chickie. Lani’s stomach and diaphragm twisted together and she couldn’t breath, couldn’t swallow. “I did it for you! I didn’t even like it at first, but then it started to feel so good and-“ “Is that right?” she bit out. There was a thump and clatter behind the bathroom door. “There’s two of them?!” From the corner of her eye, Leilani could see the sheet sliding down off the figure in the bed as she stared at the door swinging open. Dean. Dean Winchester. She spun towards the bed and sure enough, it was Sam. Two of ‘em. Oh yeah.

27. daner Posted: Aug 9th, 2007 at 3:35 pm

    27 With what seemed like a practiced hand Leilani undid the button of his trousers and slid the zipper down. Instead of reaching in, she massaged his massive cock through his underwear, her slow steady movements made his already erect cock grow even harder. She smiled seductively up at him, her full lips—which should have been wrapped around him by now—forming the words “Briefs officer? Are those standard issue? Good thing you have the body to pull it off.” Before she finished talking her hands were reaching in and freeing his cock from the waistband. His tip was in her mouth before he could reply, slowly circling him with her wet hot tongue. Ollie leaned his head back against the concrete wall of the dark alley concentrating on suppressing the moan that might draw unwanted attention. Instead of thinking about all the things he should be doing to her, like letting his cock slide into her dripping wet pussy, his mind was cautioning him to stop. I could get fired for this. Without warning her mouth engulfed his pulsing erection, her lips touching the downy blond hairs at the base of his shaft. His caution disappeared inside her mouth. **** The word count is brutal, to do them both justice it needs to be triple the length at least. -daner

28. MadBatLou Posted: Aug 9th, 2007 at 8:24 pm

    28 I’ve never posted before (though I really enjoy your blog), but I couldn’t resist this challenge. Here goes nothing. “The heat wave had finally broken for good, Leilani hoped, with the rain that had been roaring on her porch roof for twenty minutes now. Her skin prickled with the cool air and the thought of Ollie, whom she could see walking restlessly through his house, silhouetted against one closed blind, then glimpsed again through another window. She watched through the storm door, brushing the pad of her thumb idly across her belly where her shirt didn’t quite meet her jeans. Then, the storm door was clanging shut behind her and she was encompassed by the storm. She strode across the street, her hair clinging slickly to her throat, her clothes caught against her skin by the rain. She half-jogged the last few steps onto his porch and raised her hand to knock, but Ollie already had the door open. He caught her wrist and pulled her against him, his body set with tension. His fingertips grazed her sides, peeling her shirt from her skin. Ollie paused for the briefest moment. “So, I guess I’ll need to make this worth your while, won’t I?” he said, his mouth cool against her wet hair. “You sure will.” He did.”

29. MadBatLou Posted: Aug 10th, 2007 at 3:36 pm

    29 I wasn’t sure I wanted to do a second entry, but this was actually the first idea that came to mind when you announced this contest. I thought it was too silly to post, but, well, here it is. Obligatory fanfic disclaimer: Since this contains characters other than Bam’s, I would like to add that none of these characters are mine, and this is intended as a parody. “Ollie and Leilani fell through Ollie’s cabin door when the ship lurched for the fifth time in four minutes. Oliver hit the cold metal floor first, while Leilani fell on top of him with a theatrical gasp. “Ollie,” She murmured, and Oliver waited for her inquiry into his injuries, “I think we’re on the wrong ship.” As Oliver contemplated the extent of his brand new bruises and the fact that she could concurrently make him laugh and want to pin her to the floor, a throat-clearing sounded from above him. He craned his neck and was met with the cold blue eyes of the captain. “Haven’t quite got our space legs, do we?” the captain drawled, his thumbs hooked in his braces. “As I surely mentioned, it would be appreciated if you could remain in your cabin for the duration of this…turbulence.” “Aw,” said the big man beside him, looking just too interested. Ollie touched the back of his head and winced. “Don’t worry, captain,” said Leilani, “I’m sure I can keep him busy.” There was a pause. “Shiny,” said the captain wearily, towing the crew member away. “Please do so…inside.” They were inside for quite some time.”