Smut Marathon Challenge 1: The Tiny Cabin

As I have mentioned enough times to possibly start being a little bit annoying, I am a contestant in Alison Tyler‘s awesome Smut Marathon. This is the piece for the first challenge. Spoiler Alert: I ended up on 3rd place with it this round.

Challenge:

“Please pen me a 200-word (maximum) description of your ideal setting for an erotic story.That’s it. Ta da! Do not go over the word count.”

Piece:

A Tiny Cabin

Licking at the old and weathered wood of the pier, the ocean sends wave after wave against the sand several feet below us, the sea foam sizzling as it quietly disintegrates. The air is sticky and salty, but finally a cool breeze is blowing in the last light of the day and a torch splutters on the banister. Somewhere far away, the horizon is still visible – a patch of sky still orange and violet where it meets the sea. Outlined against it in the distance is a boat with billowing sails – I watch its slow progress towards the edge of the word.

Like the pier and the banister, the cabin is made of wood that has grown grey in the violent coastal weather. I am sitting at the side of the bed you carried out here, the white cotton sheets smell clean – a little stiff and starchy to the touch — and the salt has not yet defeated the scent of laundry detergent. White curtains flutter through the open French windows of the tiny cabin, as if moved by the smell of frying fish wafting through the door or the low-key, crackling music from the record player.

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