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Thank you to everyone who entered the Pure Romance Contest! We had a good turn out, and everyone who entered really had fantastic stories to tell, and it was a pleasure to read and be a part of the judging process for this contest. The Grand Prize Winner was voted on by Goldstardyke, Tammy Freeman of Pure Romance, and myself, Carnivalesq. The Readers Choice Winner is the entry that received the most reader votes.

Grand Prize Winner: Breasts Wild as Black Waves

Spring will certainly be in the air with this goodie bag filled to the brim with everything you need to enhance your romantic encounters. The Grand Prize Winner will receive a goodie bag full of our best selling items with total retail value of over $100!

Bed of Roses
Between The Sheets
Coochy – Rash Free Shave Cream
Sensations – Hot Buttered Rum
Sealed with A Kiss – Clitoral Stimulator
Strip & Tease
$25 Gift Certificate

The Readers Choice Winner: Aussie Femme

The Readers Choice Winner will walk away with a mini-goodie bag worth over $60!

Coochy – Rash Free Shave Cream
Sealed with A Kiss – Clitoral Stimulator
Sensations – Rocky Road
$15 Gift Certificate

Congratulations to both of our winners! Your entries (and all of the entries) were fantastic. The winning entries will be posted at the end of this entry for you to enjoy in their entirety! Additionally, I want to note that all individuals who contacted me to let me know they couldn’t get their vote in because the poll wasn’t working for them had their votes taken into account. Thank you to everyone who made this possible, and a very big thank you to Tammy Freeman of Pure Romance! Look out for more contests from Pure Romance in the future! Winners, please email TammyFreeman@pureromance.com to give her your addresses so that your prizes can be sent out to you!

Grand Prize Winner

Drive By, Breasts Wild as Black Waves

Bre looked at her watch and then at the traffic ahead. She stretched her long limbs past the gas pedal and brake, then firmly pressed her fingers against the back of her neck. Out the corner of her eye, she could see the tiny, black shopping bag that sat in the passenger’s seat. She smiled. It was because of that bag she was stuck in traffic and didn’t beat rush hour like she normally did after work. It was curiosity…dare she say, spontaneity. Bre couldn’t remember the last time she had actually bought something for herself. She could, however, remember very clearly the last time she had purchased something like this. Never.

She unfastened her seat belt and then the first three buttons of her blouse. She noticed her erect nipples jutting out against the smooth, silk fabric. Tracing them with her fingers, she felt a tingle between her thighs. She squeezed them together tightly to make the sensation subside, but it only got stronger. A sudden rush of heat filled her body. She examined the cars on either side of her through her tinted windows and noticed an elderly woman hunched over the steering wheel on her right and on her left, a teenage girl who couldn’t be more than 17 watching a movie on her laptop. Bre arched her back upwards, her full breasts spilling out of her shirt and toward the ceiling of the car. Reaching underneath her pinstripe pencil skirt, she peeled off her mocha pantyhose. Without looking, she tossed them aside. The clump of nylon made a thud against the shopping bag—knocking it over and spilling its contents onto the floor.

Frantically, Bre reached over and shoved the items back into concealment as if afraid someone would discover her purchase. She had left work exactly 15 minutes early, like she did every day to beat traffic, had already ridden the elevator down to the lobby when she hit the “Up” button and decided to just glance at the catalog her co-worker, Tonya, mentioned over lunch. When Tonya asked if she’d seen anything she liked, Bre timidly pointed to a curious looking, pink curved vibrator. “That’s the G-Wiz,” Tonya exclaimed. “I’ve gotten some serious g-spot orgasms from that baby.” Bre had heard of g-spot orgasms but had never had one herself. She asked Tonya how long it would take for it to arrive. “Oh, I have a few right here! It’s one of our most popular vibrators.” Right here? Right now? Bre thought to herself. She paid Tonya and then quickly slipped out of the office, hoping not to run into anyone.

The cars in front of her continued to crawl. Bre took the vibrator out of the bag and then its plastic wrapping. She reluctantly turned it on and listened to its soft hum drown out the beeping car horns. Bre placed one of the vibrating bullets against her arm and it tickled. She turned if off and paused. She rubbed her smooth, sculpted calf against the other as she contemplated the gentle buzzing of the toy. While slouching down her seat, Bre turned the device back on, increasing the speed, and rubbed both bullets against her nipples. She let out a slight moan at the cool metal against her skin and the stimulation of the intense vibrations. She squirmed in her seat, making her skirt ride higher and higher up her thighs.

When she realized her lace panties had become exposed, Bre placed the bullets inside the vibrator’s soft jelly and then slipped her fingers between her legs. She quivered and delighted in the feeling of her own warmth and wetness. Slowly she massaged her clit with her thumb, and simultaneously slid her fingers inside her pussy. Her hips began to grind against her own hand. Faster and faster, she circled her clit and it began to swell. Her warm juices dripped down her fingers and into her palm. The delicious scent aroused her even more.

She slid her fingers from inside her and brought them to her mouth. Her lips parted as she dabbed the tip of her tongue against the tip of her finger. The slightly sweet, slightly salty, tart taste intrigued her. Her fingers returned to her core to retrieve more of its sap. This time she thrust deeper, and harder, and trashed about the seat, retrieving her fingers once more to suck off her juices. Mmm, she thought.

Recalling, the toy that was now resting upright in the cup holder, Bre brought it between her legs and rubbed its exterior against her moist inner lips. The upward angled head impatiently penetrated past her dripping layers. Bre moved it up to her swollen, tender, throbbing clit and massaged the smooth pink silicone against the hood. She turned the toy on the medium setting with the control pack in her right hand. It hummed. She hissed as she guided the shaft into her wet, waiting pussy. It found her spot instantly and she let out a cry from a place she’d never known existed. With her knees now firmly propped against the dashboard, Bre increased the vibrator to its highest speed. The soft yet textured clitoral pad engulfed her clit while the curved head stroked her innermost spot. “Holy shit,” she cried. “Shit. Shit.” And bit her bottom lip.

Bre elevated slightly, leaving the vibrator inside, and looked to either side of the car. The traffic remained stagnant, the old woman falling asleep on herself, the teen girl still engrossed in her movie. Bre could feel her juices running all over her hand. She squirmed and pushed her knees harder against the dashboard. She then switched hands, resting the control pack securely at her side, and rubbed her now cool cum against her fully exposed nipples. She forcefully squeezed her firm mounds and pulled her hard nipples upward, releasing them quickly, and watching them bounce back to fullness. This added stimulation drew her closer, and closer…until she felt a tremendous quake within her. “Fuckkkkkkk,” she groaned. Her entire body tensed. She had spasms in places she didn’t know could contract, and contract, and contract, and contract…and release.

After her convulsions subsided, she glided the G-Whiz from inside her and wrapped it securely back in its packaging. “Now I see where you got your name from,” Bre said quietly as she scooted back up in her seat. She wiggled out of her now saturated panties and placed them along with her pantyhose in the shopping bag. The air from the air conditioner rose up her skirt and cooled her steaming pussy. She readjusted her blouse and hair, looked ahead of her and saw the traffic begin to move. “Finally!”

She then glanced to her right side, to see the elderly woman jerking awake at the sound of cars beeping behind her. Bre chuckled. She then looked to her left, and instead of the teenager, there sat a beautiful woman with long, black dreadlocks, and a smirk on her face. The lane before the woman freed up, she winked at Bre, then drove away.

Readers Choice Winner

Untitled, Aussie Femme

She came home from work and was surprised to find me in a pair of jeans. I’m so girly that I almost always wear skirts to work, but she loves me in a fitted pair of jeans. “Mmmm,” she said approvingly, as she ran past me. A quick squeeze of the bum and a short kiss on the lips. She was obviously running off to put her bag down and throw herself on the couch in front of the TV. Not tonight – I wasn’t going to let her. I glanced into the lounge room and looked over her. Her baggy shirt covered her amazing breasts. Her short hair made you think “tough” but she’s so soft, gentle and feminine. I always felt turned on by the contrast of her appearance and her personality. She flicked the TV on, distracting me from my daydreams.

“What’s for dinner?” she asked me, while flicking channels.
I walked into the lounge room and smiled at her. “Me”.
She laughed. I wasn’t joking.

I walked over to her. “Stand up” I ordered.
She groaned. “I only just sat down.” She looked comfortable, but I didn’t care.
I grabbed her hand, and pulled her to a standing position.
“What’s up with you?” she asked me, confused.
I started to kiss her – gently at first, and then fiercely and passionately. I pressed my hips against hers, and that’s when she felt it. She looked shocked and put her hand down to my crotch. “What’s this….” she trailed off, obviously realizing.
I pulled her behind me toward the bedroom and threw her on to the bed. It was rare for me to take charge like this, and she was a little confused… and I was a little excited. I pulled her jeans down, and her underpants.

Kissing her furiously and rubbing her till she was ready for me, I pulled my pants down. By this stage, she was looking at me with intrigue. She knew I had something in mind. A small moan came out of her mouth as she realized what my jeans had been revealing. I wasn’t sure if her moan was of desire or fear – she’d never allowed me to use a strap on on her before. Too nervous, I always ended up the receiver in our relationship, but for once, I wanted to do this. A few weeks ago, I’d ordered the LOL harness from an online site and hidden it from her until the day I was ready to take charge.

My pink cock was angled towards her wetness. We kissed, and I quickly rubbed some Whipped lubricant on to the head of my cock. I placed my fingers inside her for a few seconds – just enough that she was completely ready for me… and then I entered her. She responded with a small moan, and I took my first thrust. I’d never felt so close to her before. I felt incredible – I was in charge of her desire, connected to her, on top of her, and completely and utterly in love. As I started thrusting in to her, my desire for her overwhelmed me. I felt like I could cry with the rawness of emotion. I adore this woman, and now I was one with her.

The cock banged against me as I rode her, and I felt waves of pleasure against me. Was it possible for me to orgasm with a fake cock, I wondered. I didn’t have to wonder long. As her moans of climaxing took over, I felt so turned on that I started moaning with her. Whether it was the cock against me, how turned on she was or the fact that for once, I was completely in charge, but those waves of pleasure turned into something more, and soon we were moaning together. I felt an absolute hunger for her, and it felt irresistible. Her first orgasm was over, but I stayed in her, kissing her gently, moaning into her ear about how much I adore her. I hungrily kissed her neck, and licked her ear, till her desire took over again. Sweatily we panted through her next orgasm – louder this time. More forceful and desperate, it was like she needed to explode. My hips moved faster and faster, and I plunged deeper and deeper into her. As her orgasm slowed, so did the movement of my hips. Finally, I pulled out, feeling more connected to my cock than I ever imagined possible – it’s a piece of plastic, after all. I removed the harness and relaxed.

Lazily, I lay next to her circling her clit, till she became wet again, and cried out for the third time in ecstacy.
“Mmmmm,” she said to me exhausted after I’d finished. “You’re pretty good with that….”
I smiled, proud of what I’d acheived and even more in love with my girl. “Yeah….” I said, tracing my fingers over her entire body….. creating goosebumps under my fingers. She turned towards me. “Thank you,” I smiled back at her.
“It was my pleasure…” I said, provactively.
“No,” she shook her head. “THIS is your pleasure.” She reached towards my clit and started rubbing.