FFF - A word of advice

Some life lessons hurt more than others.

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Required Words: Melancholy and/or Euphoria

Word Count 184

Forbidden Words: Sub, Subservient

Really?

Really

Why?

I’m tired.

Then rest.

I can never sleep enough.

Then leave

Where to?  He’ll always find me.

We can hide.

We?  I can’t pull you in to this.

I’m already in.  I love you.

You just think you do.

Isn’t that my choice?

No, it’s mine.  I get to choose if you love me.

Then what am I feeling?

Misplaced hope.

But we’ve…

I know.  You’ve made me cum, I’ve felt you inside me a thousand times, I’ve been filled and fucked and enjoyed it all, but it’s not enough, the euphoria is gone.  Reality is back.

Why can’t I love you?

Because then I am responsible for you, for us, you for me, me for you.  I can’t handle that.

I mean nothing to you?

NO! a million times no.  You mean everything to me.  You kept me alive, made me laugh, cry, and gave me a reason to wake up. But I must go.  The melancholia beckons, the final destination approaches.

Go fuck yourself.  I gathered my things and logged out.

 

Advice?  Never fall in love with a camgirl.

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I don't have a FFF picture for next week.  Max hasn't returned and no one seems to be joining in, so this might be the last for a bit.  If anyone has a picture and a prompt, I'll post it.

FFF Prompt - Aug 19 - One more try

My piece is written and scheduled for posting!!!

Join in!!!

Welcome back to the most ignored page on the Internet.  LOL.

Join in if you want to play this week!

Required Words: Melancholy and/or Euphoria

Word Count 184

Forbidden Words:  Sub, Subservient

FFF - August 12, 2022 - The Specimen

Welcome to Flash Fiction Friday

Key Word - Specimen

Word Count - 214

Forbidden Words - Display, Alien, Glass

Spread the word (PLEASE) repost the prompt, invite friends and family to join in.

Let me know if you post and I'll try to add everyone's links. 

Unlock, sweep, empty trash, clean toilets, rinse, curse, repeat.

Fuck this job.

My pointless cursing and the jangle of too many keys are the only sounds.

I started on the top floor where I could see city lights and a glittering future and worked my way down through the bowels of middle management, sightlines blocked by soot-covered brick and too much neon and down further where the working grunts lived and then down deeper still where the untouchables worked and dark secrets were kept.

The bins fill with paper, scraps of food, the fetid debris of a thousand workers from a hundred worlds.  I dump each bin into the incinerator shaft and feel the heat billow up until I hurry to seal the shaft again. 

Sweep, dump, burn, wretch, cough, curse, repeat.  Fuck this job. Almost done.

My scanner beeps, one more, a new room, the specimen! The rumors were true, we got one, but, why keep the enemy here? And unsecured!

I move closer to replace the missing lid but the creature wakes, screams and has me in her grasp. Her mouth opens, so many teeth, but that tongue, that body, what bliss, and I give myself over to the matings. Each seed an orgasm, each orgasm painful ecstasy. She/we will survive forever.

 

My son started a sci-fi section at school and I’m writing a sci-fi adjacent screenplay with a friend so I’m channeling those thoughts in to FFF this week.  I hope you ejoyed it.  I did.

FFF - The mistaken word count.

Before you get distracted by my ill-guided attempts, visit Same Sassy Girl for her take!

 

Required word - Interrupt 

Forbidden Word - Sunburn, Book, Neighbor

Word Count - 75 or 275

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OK, confession time.  I write my FFF posts in MS Word so I can track word counts and edit, blah blah blah.  I cut and past the prompt into Word and get to work.  On Thursday, when I did this, I didn't copy the "5" on 275, so the pieces below have either 75 or 27 words.  No long form for me today unless I find some more time.  Maybe so, maybe no.  I hope anyone reading this jumps in and plays along!!!

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Excuse me, Miss?  I hate to interrupt but the library is closing, and you’ll have to either return that volume to the shelf or check it out. (27)

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Come on Sis!  Really? Naked Again?  You know how much Paster Anderson hates it when you interrupt his services, even if you are reading the church newsletter. (27)

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A call from our mom interrupted reading time and we only had a few minutes until her boyfriend got back. I hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep, but she had.  Slipping my fingertips between her thighs, I worked upward and moved her manual to access what she really wanted me to read. The dog-eared copy of , “The Big-O:  A definitive guide to the female orgasm” fell to the ground.  No worries, I had it memorized. (75)

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A call from her mom interrupted reading time and we only had a few minutes until her boyfriend got back. I hoped she hadn’t fallen asleep, but she had.  Slipping my fingertips between her thighs, I worked upward and moved her manual to access what she really wanted me to read. The dog-eared copy of, “The Big-O:  A definitive guide to the female orgasm” fell to the ground.  No worries, I had it memorized. (75)

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I loved our community college summer reading program.  Uninterrupted study of the classics, fiction, progressive and libertarian politics, and a surprising amount of erotica.  Best semester ever. (27)

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She told me to be more direct, so I left some morning instructions on the kitchen table.

1 – Pick your favorite novel

2 – Strip completely

3 – Layout in the courtyard

4 – Leave the security cameras recording

5 – When you are ready, give the signal, one foot in the air.

6 – Close your eyes and enjoy.

7 – Don’t interrupt.

8 – It will most likely be me.

9 – But maybe not.

9 – Either way, Happy Birthday Baby. (75)

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I’m going to go read.

OK, I’ll come out and fuck you later.

 Russ is home, will he interrupt?

He’ll just watch.

OK, that works for me. (27)

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She loved being naked. Moving was hard.  No high-fenced private yard, too much noise, and all the FexEx/UPS interruptions.  She didn’t mind those, neither did the drivers. (27)

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OK, I really don't like my job, so I took a really long lunch and knocked out one more.  I like this one a lot.  Has potential

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She always did this, and I loved/hated her for it. 

Summer came on, the clothes came off, and I had to suffer through her endless reading list.  She’d enter the courtyard naked, lay out her blanket, and read.  After finishing each chapter, she would stretch, soak up the sun, put her body and curves on full display and add more slippery sunscreen. She always had everyone’s attention anyway, so I didn’t understand the show.

When the bell sounded, she would walk back in, dripping with sweat, glowing with heat, and grab her towel and head to the shower as if I weren’t even there, watching, loving, adoring her every move.

Three years of this. Volume after volume of fiction, erotica, history, politics, gardening (which she also did naked), poetry and philosophy, and I just sat, watching silently, ignored as each day she walked by, grabbed her towel, and said nothing.

Sometimes I was brave and would leave her notes in the courtyard and her reading list would change. Some notes I burned before they could be found. Some nights, to my shame, I relieved myself to thoughts of her, then cried myself to sleep.

Then she was gone.

Yet still, I watched the empty courtyard.  Day after day of nothing. 

Months passed.

I heard the knocking on my door in my dream, then my ears, and then my head.  I took precautions, slipped on shoes, and answered.  I was too stunned to speak: so she did.

Are you Andrews of the Imperial Guard?

Yes, I am (showing my pistol), who are you?

I’m prisoner 98372F, I believe you’ve been watching me.  We have to go. (275)

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Happy FFF!!!!!

FFF Prompt - Aug 5

Reposting as a reminder, it's almost Flash Fiction Friday!!!

Though I missed last week, let's keep FFF going while Max is on a break

As we come to the end of summer, let's bask in the heat one more time.

Required word - Interrupt 

Forbidden Word - Sunburn, Book, Neighbor

Word Count - 75 or 275

Spread the word, share the prompt, tell friends, enemies, frenimies, and all you know and send me your links if you want/can/feel inspired too and I'll add them to my final post.

FFF 7-22-22 - Come with me

 With Max out, I tossed up an idea, let's see if anyone plays.

Pick any two pictures from this week's prompt, and link them together in 157 words.  No More, No Less, and don't take the easy way out.

Required word - Solitary

     

Don’t stare at me.

I must, I can’t help it, I must stare and remember and never forget.

Forget what?

That I was once as young and as beautiful as you.

You are beautiful now.

Perhaps, but not in the way that I want to be. Not in the way that makes me feel dangerous and powerful.

Then you are with the wrong crowd.

Hmmff, my crowd is old and dying and relies on pills and potions to get through the day.

Perhaps I can be a part of a better crowd.

Don’t tease me girl

I don’t tease.

Then come to me and prove it.

No, get out of your chair, shed your fear, and join me.

Oh beautiful one, my solitary days of being naked in the forest are long gone.

Then don’t be alone, join me now, feel the earth, soak in the sun, share pleasure with my flesh, and have stories to tell. (157)

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So, there you have it.  Not very sexy, kind of sad, perhaps a bit too poetic, but hey, that's the mood.

Sassy wrote her piece, so go check that out - https://samesassygirl.blogspot.com/2022/07/fff-kik-sext.html

And, if some of my other readers joined the fun, let us know in the comments!!

FFF Prompt - 7-22-22

 Max is taking a break so here's a different challenge.

Pick any two pictures below and link them together in 157 words.  No More, No Less, and don't take the easy way out.

Required word - Solitary

And let's hope that Max gets back soon.

I'll have mine posted by noon, PST

Send me your links if you want, or just publish away!!!

As a side note, and bit of an experiment, I BCC'd a bunch of old friends, one for each letter of the alphabet, that are no longer in my contacts list but that came up when I started typing letters in the BCC line.  Some I remember fondly, others with great lust and happy memories, and others not at all.  For some, a "real world" email came up so I ignored those.  I'd hate to disrupt someone's dinner with an unwanted email from a long-ago friend.  Anyway, old friends vanish, but I guess goggle remembers them all.

4 already came back as undeliverable.  Oh well.

FFF - Piano Tunes and Tales

Another great picture full of inspiration and possibilities

And sorry for posting late, I hope you find time to read.

Word Limit: 170-190

Key Words: compose, propose

Forbidden Words: red, said

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“So, are you going to fuck me?”

“No; and get off my piano.”

She sat up and pouted, spreading her legs to show me she was ready.

“Why not?”

“Because” I pressed her knees together, “I’m not supposed to.”

“Says who?”

"I don’t know, God, my wife, your husband, my attorney, especially my attorney."

She leaned forward, spreading her thighs wide again.

“I want you to compose a masterpiece and play me like you play the keys.”

“Cliché much?” I asked.

Her heels fell to the keyboard, playing a discordant chord at both ends of the keyboard.

“How about a taste then?”

“I’ve had that meal before,” I sneered, “it always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.”

She leaned back, placing her hands inside the instrument, fouling the strings, spreading wide, all subtlety gone.

“Don’t you want me?”

“That is entirely irrelevant.”

“Then I propose a compromise,” she whispered, slithering to the floor, placing her mouth on my zipper.  She rubbed her chin on my hard cock and smiled up at me.

I smiled down, stroked her cheek, stood up, and walked away.

“Thanks for getting off my piano!”  (190)

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Empty, abandoned, deserted, forsaken, a perfectly preserved specimen of the over-indulgent party leadership. 

The floorboards squeak and moan as I walk the grand hallway and into the parlor. Out the windows I see loss, forgotten hope, wasted time and energy.  It saddens me.

I examine the floor, and, finding no danger, remove my boots, socks, jeans, t-shirt, panties, and bra.

The stale air of the house envelops me, mortifies, me, arouses me. 

I wonder what decadent deeds happened in these halls, trysts, affairs, rapes, rituals, mundane moments, murders, and mock trials, sincere longing, orgies, and orgasms.

Walking naked among the ruins, I see the piano, its keyboard intact. I open the top and inspect the strings, most gone, some strung, all out of tune.  I shiver at the find and wonder what rapture was composed on the dead and missing strings. 

I tap out the notes to an old song, once played by the lover who taught me to love the abandoned life. I think of the day he proposed, and the day he left.

My fingers find their lonely home and replay an old familiar tune of their own. (190)

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I am travelling this week and had little time to think or write.  I like the picture, but it is sad and lonely and speaks of loss and pain. 

Perhaps my littles stories make that better?  Perhaps they make it worse. 

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Exploits of Lexi

Eris And Psycho - Lexi's sister blog

Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)

Same Sassy Girl

Fighting Sanity

Seeking Connection

FFF - Paint the town Red

Such a beauty.....
Body painting is some of the sexiest art ever.  I love it.

Word Limit: 80-90 *or* 180-190

Key Words: lick, lock

Forbidden Words: cone, grown

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“Dude, I’m stuck at work,” my brother sounded annoyed, “can you pick up Cassie from the music festival?”

“I have a job too.”

“OK,” he laughed, “I’ll find you an extra dog to walk.”  He laughed again. “I’ll pay for gas and ice cream”

She was eating ice cream when I found her. She handed me a bag with her clothes.  “Wanna lick?”

I arrived at my brother’s house after dropping her off.  His eyes locked on my face.

“Dude? Why’s your face all red?

“I ate my ice cream” (90)

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Why do you have to be like this?

Like what?

Such a show-off.

She smiled and gave her ice cream a seductive lick.

“See that guy in the blue shirt?  He’s staring at my boobs.”

She turned around.  “That girl in the shorts?  Loves my ass”

“Those ladies are wondering if I’m wearing panties, and the street vendors keep smiling at me.”

She twirled around; her nipples hardened in the air, crinkling under the paint.

“And the painter complimented me on my pussy.  She was so cute.”

I knew what she was doing, she was diabolical.

She leaned in and whispered, “The brush felt fantastic.”

“Are you ready to go?”

“Are you kidding?” She said, “I’m young, beautiful, technically naked and on display!  Why would I ever leave?”

We enjoyed the festival. Men and women stared at her breasts, nipples, ass, and painted pussy.  She locked eyes with each admirer; she couldn’t get enough.

“I wanna fuck!” she groaned.

“Who?” I asked

“All of them.”

She took my hand.  Her fingers were red with smeared paint.

“Do you think they’d mind if we did it right here?”

No one objected. (190)

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I know that the "author's notes" can seem trivial, but I love this picture, and thinking about her, naked except for paint, happily parading around the festival, watching, and being watched, is a powerful fantasy for me.  I sometimes write FFF without getting aroused, but this one was a fun one, and it will replay in my head later today when I have more privacy.

Writing short form erotica, like FFF, is fun, arousing, challenging, and the highlight of my writing week.  I love it.

A big thanks to MAX for hosting:

Below is a list of some who write FFF all the time, and some, some of the time, but they are all worth a visit.  Let's see what they've done with this little picture.

Exploits of Lexi

Eris And Psycho - Lexi's sister blog

Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)

Same Sassy Girl

Fighting Sanity

Seeking Connection

FFF - Almost Caught

 

Happy 4th

Word Limit: 95-99 *or* 295-299

Key Words: open, closed

Forbidden Words: spread, shut

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Therapy Journal – July 1 - Evening

OH MY GOD!  Fantastic week. I mean, not the whole week, for sure, I’m sure she’ll mention the fight we had on Tuesday, but that’s in the past.  OK, not completely, but we had a “long talk” on Wednesday and I made myself scarce on Thursday (stayed at Frank’s place), then went home early on Friday!  I borrowed Frank’s suit, drove home and BAM, there she was, naked on the bed, completely surprised, legs open, mouth closed in shock.  We banged one out. She was sooo wet.  I think we are fine now. (99)

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Therapy Journal – July 2 - Morning

Holy Shit.

What a clusterfuck.  Why write it down?  Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll throw it at his head.

First, I almost got caught.  Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on him being at work, where he belongs!  It was close.

But that wasn’t the worst of it.  Monday we got takeout and watched a movie and pretended to like each other, but, when I woke up he was poking my butt-cheek with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood so I got annoyed and stormed out, saw he hadn’t done the dishes (carryout and paper plates? really) AND, his latest Lego set was open on the kitchen table and I blew up.  I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun.”

On Wednesday I calmed down but we had to have “long talk” which went nowhere. I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning, and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much, and crashed at Frank’s place.

After Frank’s wife texted that he in the backyard, she came over to my place.  FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy.

Frank’s cool with it but this was girl’s night. Naked movies turned into “let’s order sushi” then “let’s eat each other’s sushi” and then we crashed out. 

Friday, we laid out naked by the pool, kissed, then she pulled me inside, pushed me on the bed and sent me to heaven.  I was dripping, her fingers deep inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.

She ran out, he walked in, so I “begged” for it, and boy was I wet.

I think we are fine, for now. (299)

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OK, so that 2nd chapter was 299, but below is a version with 399 because I mis-read the number.  Do you like it brief and to the point or do you like the longer version?

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Therapy Journal – July 2 – Morning

 

Holy Shit.

What a clusterfuck.  Why write it down?  Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll burn it, maybe I’ll throw it at his head.

 First, I almost got caught.  Damn him for coming home early!  Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on him being at work, where he belongs!  It was close.

 But that wasn’t the worst of it.  Monday was fine.  We got takeout and watched a movie and pretended to like each other for a while, but, when I woke up on Tuesday he was poking my butt-cheek with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood but he insisted, so I got annoyed and stormed out, saw that he hadn’t done the dishes (even with carryout and paper plates he never helps) and, AND, his latest Lego set (which we can’t afford) was open on the kitchen table and I blew up from there.  I know, I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun”, blah, blah, blah.

 On Wednesday I had calmed down but we had to have another “long talk” which went nowhere but bought us time to think.  I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning, and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much on the back 9, and crashed at Frank’s place.

 After Frank’s wife texted that he was safely ensconced in the backyard, she made her excuses and made it over to my place.  FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy?

Frank’s cool with it and hinted at watching us, but for now, it was girl’s night. Naked movie night turned into “let’s order sushi” which led to “let’s eat each other’s sushi” and after a few a while we just crashed out. 

 Friday, we laid out by the pool, got rid of our tan lines, and after a light lunch she pulled me inside, cranked up the A/C, pushed me on the bed and sent me to heaven on her wonderful tongue and fingers.  I was dripping, edging ever closer, her fingers deep inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.

She slipped into the office then out, giggling.

 He walked in, so I opened up, “begged” for it, and boy was I wet.

I think we are fine, for now. (299)

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Totally egotistical to ask you to read two versions, but I'm always curious.

While "Brevity is the soul of wit", a few extra words can also help.

Now, go see who else played along

On the Beat

• Exploits of Lexi: Me (lex-ploits.blogspot.com)
• Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)
• Fighting Sanity (freedominchains42.blogspot.com)
• Same Sassy Girl

 

FFF - Babes in Blue

Word Limit: 220-240

Key Words: authority, blue

Forbidden Words: law, order

#1 - Boobs in Blue

You know, I could get fired for this

You hate your job, so who cares?

Who cares? I care, I like paying for food an TV and, I dunno, clothes.

Just quit?

Really?  And how are we going to make any money?

I could be a cam-girl.

No

I could be an escort

Hell No

Why not?  We swing.

I know, but that’s different.

Why?

It’s for fun, not money.

So, I can be a slut, but not a hooker?  Can we talk about this later?

Why not now?

‘Cause I’m almost naked

And?

Wet?

And

Horny as fuck, now, take the picture.

Spread wider.

By whose authority?

Mine, your partner, your lover, your boss.

Boss, eh? We’ll see about that.

I’m sure we will. Now spread

How wide?

I want your lips to open

With my fingers?

No fingers, just spread

But then I’d be showing…

Everything?

Yes, everything.

That’s what I want to see

But we agreed these would be tasteful.

Well, our goals are shifting.

To Where?

I’m not sure yet.  Unbutton your shirt and tip back the hat.

Then they’ll see my face.

I know, you’ll be famous, the sexiest cop in town. “Boobs in Blue”

Now what?

Just a few more.

Can you see it?

What?

I’m dripping.

Good

Drooling, really.

Wonderful

So, about my new job idea?

OK, you win.  You can do it for money, but I get to watch.

Of course, Officer.

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#2 - Parking Garage

It was her turn to take our uniforms to the cleaners.  Ever since we became partners on the beat we took turns, my guy, her guy.  Drop off was Monday after roll call, pickup was Thursday after safety briefings or neighborhood watch meetings.  It was nice to have a schedule.

After the Canyon Heights Watch meeting, I looked around be Rachel wasn’t there.  Sometimes she ducked out to get us a soda at the bodega around the corner, but she was always back before I finished shaking hands and answering questions about “those dang kids.”

With Rachel no where to be found, I walked toward our patrol car, content to wait out her flirting with some single dad from the meeting or a trip to the bathroom.

I turned the corner to our secluded, and safe, parking spot and there she was.  She smiled at me.

I was stunned.  “What the fuck, Rachel, who are you meeting?”

She made eye contact.  “You.”

“We can’t.”

She spread her legs and beautiful pink lips unfolded to my view.

“We can,” she unbuttoned her service-blue shirt, “and we will.”

Not one to buck authority, I dropped to my knees and kissed her.  Her mouth was warm and inviting, so I straightened up and filled it with my cock. She swallowed every drop, licked her lips, and looked up.

“OK officer”, she shifted wider, “Let’s see if you know how to handle a nightstick.”

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I hope you liked them.  They are certainly fun to write.  Now, go look for something blue that isn't balls, and see who else joined in!!

On the Beat

• Exploits of Lexi: Me (lex-ploits.blogspot.com)
• Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)
• Fighting Sanity (freedominchains42.blogspot.com)
• Same Sassy Girl

Past is Prologue

I made a fatal mistake this week, I got busy and paid attention to my job.  Aaaah crap.  Ran out of time.

Having family in town was great, but also distracted me from my FFF duties, but, the REAL CRIME

was that I accidentally saw Max's title when I pulled up the picture and since I hate duplication, even without reading his post, I have to change directions.  But damn, his title is perfect.

And yes, I cheated 125 words in chapter 1, and 285 in chapter 2.  :-)  Sue me.

OK, i have about 10 min, let's see what damage we can do.

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Word Limit: 120-125 *or* 280-285

Key Words: fashion, funny

Forbidden Words: hairspray

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So, what was so great about being in the Navy?

Nothin! – He threw his empty beer can at me. – Get me another

Really?  Nothing good came out of 8 long years?

NO – Now get me a cold one.

I laughed, he didn’t.

But you met mom while you were in the navy, then you had me.

Like I said.

Dejected, I debated my plan, I had to know.

I pulled out the picture.

Which one was she?

I don’t know, I fucked them both.  And why does it matter now?  She’s gone, you’re leaving, I’m dying.  Let it go.

But how can you not know? 

The attorney called, showed me the tests, forced me to sign the papers.  That was it, I was a father. (125)

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Tell me about them.

He sighs.

Fleet week was a nightmare, a curse, a horror show, and heaven all rolled into one.

We were young, flush with cash, horny as hell, and 90% drunk most of the time.

The girls saw us coming a mile away, they prepped, preened, smelled nice, danced close, and made us fall in love, with several at a time.

These two worked something out.  I bought them drinks all night, blew my paycheck twice over, missed the last bus to the base, so I stayed at their place.

The one with big hair liked it dirty.  She begged for it, so I put it in her ass.  Then she fell asleep.

The other one showered me off, took me in her mouth, and smiled at me the whole time.  Afterwards  she held my hand, took me to bed, and asked me to make love to her. I should have worn a rubber, but she asked me not to, so I didn’t.

Thanks for telling me dad.  It means a lot.

Why?  It’s all in the past.

The past is prologue.

Oh, shut up with that fancy college talk.

I laughed, he found it funny this time.

I changed his oxygen bottle and tapped on his IV line out of habit.  He was fine, but not for long.

I sat next to his bed. I wouldn’t happen tonight, but it wouldn’t be long either.

I’ve met a girl, Dad.

Wear a rubber.

He didn’t laugh this time.

I showed him the new picture.

How?  He asked. Except for the hair and fashion, they were twins with matching smiles.

Fate is a funny thing.

Well, at least you got the nice one. (285) 

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Now, see who did the homework on time and didn't cheat.

Usual Suspects

Exploits of Lexi: Me (lex-ploits.blogspot.com)

Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)

Fighting Sanity (freedominchains42.blogspot.com)

Same Sassy Girl

FFF - Toast and Tea

 Ellie cursed the traffic as she stared at her phone’s clock.  She had to be on-board in 30 min, Waze was estimating thirty-three, and she saw flashing lights of emergency vehicles up ahead.  She called Jack at the desk and told him she was late.

“Running late for the best flight of the year? Shame on you girl,” he teased, “should I give the flight to Jill?”

“NO!”  It came out too harshly.  This was her flight, the tips would be enormous, and she had never been to St. Croix before. 

“Did you bring your VIP outfit?” Jack asked, a slight leer in his voice.

“Cleaned, Pressed, and Ready.” She smiled “I’ll be there in 22 min.”

Waze disagreed, and she pressed on the accelerator and horn at the same time.

She parked badly and ran to the crew bathroom and changed, stuffing her jeans and t-shirt into her travel bag along with the bikinis and books for the beach.

Catching her breath, she walked across the tarmac, a picture of sexual elegance, and boarded the G650.  The crew got a long glimpse of her legs as she climbed the stairs, but she didn’t mind.  Their bulges gave her the reward she craved.  The Gulfstream was prepped, fueled, and ready.

“Everyone’s on board,” the Captain said, “and Susan’s in the galley prepping.”

She sealed the door behind her and greeted her guests, a variety of over-paid CEOs. They all smiled back.

The “Fasten Seatbelts” sign turned off.  Ellie stood, stripped, and surveyed the hungry men.  Spotting the only one that blushed at her boldness.  She handed him the spoon and honeypot and spread herself on the table.

“Breakfast is served.” (280)

Word Limit: 280

Key Words: spoon, spread

Forbidden Words: toast, tea

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I only had time for one today.  Maybe I'll add another tonight, but my writing group is meeting, and I must read my friend's screenplay before they arrive.  They have no idea that I've been writing FFF on my own each week.  Gotta jump genre's on a regular basis to stay nimble.

I hope you enjoyed this one, I love the picture.  I hope I did it justice.

NOW - GO READ THE OTHERS!!!

See Who Played Today

Max

Lexi

Sassy (I hope)

and one more!!

Fighting Sanity: FFF: Fabulous Feast (freedominchains42.blogspot.com)

AND YOU!!!  It's not too late.  Grab the picture, read the prompt, and get started!!!

And, yes, I thought about using the "Coffee, Tea, or Me" cliche, but that gave it away too early.

LOL

:-)

Pick my flower

 

Word Limit: 75-85 *or* 275-285

Key Words: bud, bloom

Forbidden Words: flower, fertile

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Take 1

Are you serious?

Well, we had to celebrate your promotion.

Yes, but you’ve never let me…

I know Bud, but I found that video of you deep in my sister’s brown bloom and thought it was time for me to give it a try.  She seemed to like it.

Oh shit, I’m sorry.

You don’t have to say anything baby.  But you'd better enjoy this one, because it’s the last.

The last?

Things are going to change around here.  I’m in charge from now on. (85)

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Take 2

Tommy and Violet had been inseparable since a chance encounter at the bank when she asked to borrow his pen to sign her loan for a new car.  Dressed in a long skirt and a short jacket, she enthralled him then and that blush of first love hadn’t faded, at least, that’s what Tommy thought.

“I want to play a game,” Violet said casually one night, still gasping from her orgasm.

“What kind of game?” Tommy replied, letting her nipple slip from his mouth.

“A guessing game.”

“Oh.”  Tommy’s cock shrank and shriveled, “another one?”

The only crack in their relationship was her twin sister, Lilly.  Genetically identical but different in every other way, Lilly was the silent presence in every conversation.  Making plans? Is Lilly available? Will she feel excluded? Can we get her out of the precinct for a night?  Cosmo surveys weren’t complete until Lilly sent her answers, even the annoying “Do you really know your partner?” quizzes Tommy was forced to take. Violet never shared Lilly’s answers, but frequently looked annoyed when she ended phone calls with her.

“So, this game?”

“It’s all worked out. Be back here tomorrow at 8.”

The note on Violet’s door was simple.  “Come in. Get Naked. No Talking. Make a Choice”

The only light was a soft glow from the bedroom.  He stripped and walked in.

Two beautiful naked women were head-down ass-up, their upper-bodies covered by a blanket, two blooms the only difference.

“Make a choice.” He thought for just a moment before shifting right.

His cock slipped in, and he began pounding Lilly’s beautifully tight pussy. It was heaven.

“You bastard!” Violet screamed, “Why her?”

“She remembered I’m allergic to roses, you didn’t.

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I had a LOT of fun writing this one.  Both versions have potential, but I really liked Take 2.  Men are pretty simple, we like good food, a good laugh, a good fuck, and someone who pays attention to our details, like something as simple as remembering our allergies. 

Big thanks to...

Max -  Bloom - With an AX?  WTF?

Lexi - Bloom - Magic is blooming all around

Sassy - Le'ts hope she's in this week

For inspiration and friendship!