TMI Tuesday - June 28 - Maybe a new thing, maybe not

I haven't done TMI Tuesday in forever, but my friend Lexi does so I think I'll start again, or maybe not, but, for now, here's one.

Tell us 10 things that scare you.	1.      That God is real 2.      That God is not real (both options are terrifying) 3.      Losing one of my children 4.      Losing my mind (Alzheimer’s) 5.      Injury that limits sports/exercise 6.      The loss of American discourse/compromise 7.      Tyrannical govt from any party 8.      An actual pandemic 9.      Market Crash that wipes out my life’s saving 10.   USC wins the Pac-12
When it comes to sex, which of the following do you and your partner disagree about more: Where to have sex, When to have sex How often to have sex?	Easy one, but the last two are really the same thing.  Where?  It’s 90% in the bed, door locked.  The other 5% is her getting me off in the shower then I return the favor in bed.  The last 5% would include twice per summer outside, and then the occasional hotel room if we are travelling with no kids, or all the kids, and get a separate room.  The couch used to see more action, but not lately.  ☹ If “When” means before or after Church or what time to turn off the TV, then we almost never argue, but if “When” means this month or next, then that’s a bigger issue.  Frequency is the biggest disjoin, though we rarely argue over it.  It’s part of the underlying dynamic and tension that pervades our relationship.  I LOVE her body, sex, orgasms, watching/helping/making her cum, I love the snuggles leading up to it and the laughter and clean-up afterwards.  I could do it 3-4 times a week, but twice a month seems just fine with her.  Our biggest argument is that our sexual menu is narrowing.  She’s never liked butt stuff, she used to finger herself while we fucked but now only uses a vibrator (which I love), she used to cum like crazy from me eating her out, but that’s now pretty much off the list (and I miss it soo much), and she is settling into a set routine that is fun and orgasmic (we can together on Sunday morning), it’s a little predictable.  Any yes, I really really really miss going down on her.  ☹
Worse thing to do as a couple? Dieting Picking a movie Building something from Ikea	OH, by far, by a mile, by an eternity, it has to be dieting. Picking a movie – Cake Ikea – She reads in the instructions, I build, we are done in moment flat. Dieting? Torture, murder, conflict, rage, resentment, rolled-eyes, different goals, mismatched approaches, 50 pound difference, and it goes on and own. I work out to lose weight, she cuts calories.  She likes broccoli, cauliflower, eggplant, and other noxious weeds, while I like food.  If I have chocolate, she rolls her eyes, when I invite her to a run, she declines, when she cooks spinach, I smile, pass, then have a PB&J later.  We are so mismatched.  NO NO NO NO.   I will support her, I hide my chocolate, I modify my menus when I cook, I will shop for just what she wants, but no, we don’t diet together.  Maybe that’s why neither one of us hits our targets, but at least we are still married.
What is the most organic thing in your home right now?	My son’s very expensive hair conditioner The lettuce my sister-in-law grew in the backyard My wife’s loofa?  Maybe?
Tell us the best thing you bought to enhance your life for under $30 (usd)	I bought a large boiling pot that has the nesting pot with the drains in the bottom and it’s awesome, $29 @ Marshall’s. I got three new silicone serving utensils, spoon, scraper, spatula (perfect size for my smaller cast iron skillet) - $6 A tube of KY jelly - $8 New earbuds for running $29 @ Best Buy Dark Chocolate Peanut M&Ms - $4

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.

(240)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#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.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Word Limit: 120-125 *or* 280-285

Key Words: fashion, funny

Forbidden Words: hairspray

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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) 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

Satiated

 Word Limit: 180-190

Key Words: juicy, judge

Forbidden Words: barefoot, bursting

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Who am I to judge?

Times were tough.  The supply chain crisis of ’22 spiraled out of control until everything fell apart.  First baby formula, then meat, then even the vegans started complaining.  Monoculture sucked the nutrients out of nation’s breadbasket and every crop got worse, smaller, more rancid, prone to disease, mold, and rot, just like D.C, Sacramento, and the rest of the big cities. 

The “Small Wall Rebellion” sealed our fate, or so we thought, until the Bezos/Gates/Trump consortium ousted what little was left of the government and the BIG walls went up. Everyone got their market share, and we got whatever they decided to give us. The socialists were the first to celebrate and the first to regret it.  They didn’t have anything to sell, barter, or give away.  The liberals had never charged for “free love” and now that it was free for everyone, their one marketable commodity liquidated.  Hell, with mandatory sterilization and hormone blockers in the water, it was free, but nobody cared.

Then I found her little homestead. Bright, red, juicy, sweet, & good enough to eat, and worth every cryptocoin I had. (190)

^^^^^^^^^^^^^

OK, this wasn't very sexy, but I liked what the image said to me, so I ran with it.  Maybe the next one will tingle what dingles for you.

wwwwwwwww

 Not much sexier, but it made me laugh

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

No shit? Really?

I burst out laughing.

She smiled in that judge-y way when you try to be nice but the 1-millionth telling of the same joke gets on your last nerve.

Would it help if I told you the Farmer was dead and that the daughter is now in charge?

Well, it would make me feel guilty, and a little sad, so no.

Good, but I will tell you that he’s two fields over, deaf as a stone, and on the slowest tractor ever built.

Which means?

We have time.

Time for what?  Negotiations?

Yes, that is why I left my panties in my truck, so I could “negotiate.”

Uhm, what?

Are you kidding me?  Are you A54?

Yes

The one that’s been flirting with me for 6 months while these watermelons went from seed to truck.

Yes

Then what’s up with all the chit chat?

Uhhh, I thought we were just flirting.

Rrrgh, why are men so slow.  When a woman offers to sell you ripe melons but demands you pick them up in person, she AINT TALKING PRODUCE !

OK, but first, am I getting a discount?

Aaaaaaaaaghhhhh!!! (190)

_____________________________________________________

 Time?

Judging by the sun, almost 3:00

Fuck, it’s hot

No shit, and don’t swear.

Why not, you did?

I did not, I, I, … oh, sorry.

Her laugh scared away the crows looking for a bite.

When’s the loading crew coming?

Not until 5:00.  They are still working the north fields.

Why are we always last?

Are you complaining?

No

And why aren’t you complaining?

Because I like waiting with you.

Me too.

The sun beat down on us as our lips met. 

Her dress stuck to her sweaty skin but she giggled and wiggled and laid it down gently on top of the ripe fruit.

There are so many jokes in my head right now.

Don’t say a thing or I’ll tell a sliced banana joke.

I winced from the image and the rock I laid on as I settle next to her.

Cut me a slice

Her knife was quick, her aim true, and she fed me a juicy slice of fruit.

How does that taste?

Like heaven.

Eat more

I did

She smiled and laughed, naked next to the emptied fields.

Now, how about some watermelon? (190)

**************************************************

A good picture inspires a lot of ideas, and Max knocked it out of the part this week.

Now, go take a minute, write a ditty of your own, send around the link, and join the fun!!!

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

A close Shave

Another great picture from Max over at Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)

Go follow him, then join the fun every Friday!!!

Word Limit: 100-110 *or* 300-310

Key Words: smooth, smart

Forbidden Words: bush, bare

Are you sure you want to film this?

More than ever.  I trust you.

Why?

Because this is obviously your house.

So?

So, if the pictures get out, then we both go down in flames.

So, a MAD strategy?

MAD?

Mutually Assured Destruction

Geez, how old are you?

Smart enough to know better

That makes two of us.

So how about we put the camera down, why risk it?

Because I need to know this really happened

What do you mean?

Right now, it feels like a dream, a dream that should never end

Then hit record, and let’s get going.

Make it smooth, make it yours

As you wish. (110)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Again, I might come back to add another version, but for now, this captures a memory perfectly, and if it's a memory of something that never happened, it still makes me smile.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

OK, I found time for one more.  Enjoy!!
________________________________________

I need to be perfectly smooth.

Why?

Because I want tonight to be special

Every night with you is special.

(She laughs) You flatter me

That’s my job, isn’t it?  To help you feel like the most beautiful woman in the room.

Thank you

(They kiss)

But tonight, she’s going to be in the room with us.

Are you still ok with that?

Yes, but I am nervous.

Why? 

Well, let’s think, she’s younger than me, skinnier than me, way smarter, and well, she’s a she.  It’s a lot to deal with.

Listen, I can cancel with a single phone call.

No! (She smiles) I don’t want to cancel, you said be honest, so I’m sharing how I feel.

That’s what makes you so wonderful, brave, daring, honest, and absolutely beautiful.

There you go again.  Now, get back to work.

Are we taking it all off?

Every last hair.

Why?

Because I don’t anything between my skin and her tongue.

Go on.

I want to feel everything, I want to taste everything, and I want her to do the same.

Keep Going

This is my first time, our first time, I want every sense on fire with anticipation.

What’s my role in all this?

Encouragement, light touches, a bit of direction, a hint when things slow down, and lots of snacks.  And water!

What’s going to happen first?

Talking, laughing, lots of kissing, and a few pictures.

And then

The clothes go off, and we get it on.

Cute.  Then?

Then? Oh, everything, fingers, tongues, toys, everything! Is anything off limits?

Not a thing. Anything off limits for me?

No, but I do have one request.

And what is that my love?

Can I be blunt?

Please

I want you to get her pregnant.

Really?

Yes

And why is that?

I’ve always wanted to be an aunt.

Sounds wonderful.

Yes

‐-------------

See Who Played Today

Max

Lexi

Sassy (I hope)

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

:-)

Anger and Invitations

 Flash Fiction Friday
Word Limit: 190-200
Key Words: spread, head
Forbidden Words: red, dread

_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

The bedroom door slammed open.

Who’s are these?

I don’t know!

You lying sack of bullshit!  Marcie’s?  Francis? … Charlie?

She gasped at the thought.

Are you fucking my sister?

She stormed towards me and took a swing, but she’d never thrown a punch, and I swatted it away. I redirected her rage and anger and she spun in the direction of her misguided fist, falling onto our bed.

I took advantage and pinned her to the duvet, straddling her waist.  I wrestled her to her back and settled my hips against her stomach, my damp towel falling off. She tried to headbutt me and caught my temple and we both yelled out.

My feet hooked over her thighs, and I spread her legs and pinned her wrists behind her head.

You cheating shit!  She tried to headbutt me again, but I was ready and when her head dropped to the bed I rocked forward and kissed her hard releasing my hard cock.

I stuffed the panties in her mouth.

Can you taste her?  I’ll let you guess who, but I’ll give you a hint.  She wants you to join us next time.

She inhaled around the panties and smiled. (200)

*^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^

“I want you to put these on me.”

“Now?”

She cradled my cheek in her hands, and I leaned into the touch.

“Yes,” she whispered, “now.”

She looked at me and smiled.  Her pale skin and light eyes shown through her stage makeup.  My heart was pounding and a tear formed in the corner of my left eye.  It was closing night, she was leaving for the Conservatory for voice training in the morning, and I was going back to real life.

“No tears” she said, “just a stage, a goodbye, and long letters.”

But I knew she wouldn’t write, she never called, not a single text, just radio silence to my bumbling pursuits.

Yet here we were, backstage, hidden behind the forest cottage set, my panties in her hands.

“Now”

I kneeled in front of her.  The music was starting, the house doors opened, the noise was rising.

She lifted her skirt, bare flesh was revealed.

Her hand guided my head forward and she felt my tongue spread her open, more delicious than I ever imagined.

The fanfare covered her cries, then the silk covered her skin, and we were done.

One performance ended, another was about to begin. (200)

*^*^*^*^**^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^

See Who Played Today

Max

Lexi

Sassy

Plus you!!!!!

It's time to write!!!

 Max, at Mystic Satyr, has put up a great prompt this week.

Get the picture, read the prompt, and join in the fun!!!

Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr: FFF: Prompt for May 20 (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)

Movie Review and Spoilers - Dr. Strange & the MoM

 SPOILER ALERT!!

Seriously, stop reading if you don't want to know.

The movie spoiled my evening.

I love Sam Raimi.  I do, but....

Dr. Strange and the Multiverse of Madness was a multiverse of bad ideas and muddled storyteller.

Here's my review in a nutshell:

They put too much in.  Make a few edits Sam!  Take things out that obviously aren't working.  The whole "Hell's Minions" thing wasted 15 minutes that could have been taken out completely.

This is not Dr. Strange's movie, it's Wanda's story and Wanda's story is Sooooooooo boring.  Boo Hoo, want my kids Boo-freakin-Hoo.

The lead actress (Xochitl Gomez) did a passable job, but not spectacular.  And putting her with two-moms and a rainbow flag pin was a cheap way to score points and bad story telling.  If you are introducing the "torn away from mom" story, you have to finish it.  She never talked about them again in any meaningful way and it's a distraction.

Prediction - Avatar - The Way of the Water will make a ton of money but will "under-perform" because they will pack it so full of political messaging and virtue signaling that it will be unbearable.  Marvel is heading the same direction.

Another Prediction:  Black Adam with Dwayne (I'll kiss up to China) Johnson will be awful. Because he's awful. 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 

Back to DS&TMOM - The title "Illuminati" is totally F'd up.  I know there's a comic book that ships the Illuminati into the Marvel universe, but F-U, they screwed this up.

The Illuminati is a shadow organization that leads the world from within the halls of power in secrecy.

1. They are NOT the good guys (superheroes)
2. They DO NOT come out publicly
3. Jim from the office is NOT a superhero (again, so easy to kill - is there a spaghetti spell?)
4. And the guy with a tuning fork on his forehead was so easy to kill that it was laughable.
5. And, WTF???  Doctor Xavier's wheelchair was the size of a VW Bug. Why is his wheelchair tech so bad when they have wizards and witches, magic, and technology that lets you fly to the stars?

The whole movie was an overstuffed frenetic mess but I've run out of interest in complaining.

 

⭐⭐⭐ out of 10.  HUGE dissapointment.

Lillies

 I read "Lillies of the Field" today at lunch.  It's a short book, an easy read, but one that can stir your heart.

Read it when you have a spare hour.  Then you can watch the great Sidney Poitier in this 1963 <-- Watch this one

Not This or This

Find - IMDb

And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin:

29 And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

30 Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which to day is, and to morrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith?

31 Therefore take no thought, saying, What shall we eat? or, What shall we drink? or, Wherewithal shall we be clothed?

32 (For after all these things do the Gentiles seek:) for your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things.

A simple assignment

 

Word Limit: 250-270

Key Words: ink, pink

Forbidden Words: pen, Zen

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

The assignment was simple,
“Write your favorite poem from the Tao-Te-Ching in a calligraphy style of your choosing. 
Explain your choice of canvas, pen, and ink and the history of each.”

No problem. 

I was a senior art major, with a boyfriend and job all lined up after graduation.  
Together for 2 years, Daryl was safe, reliable, decent in bed, from a good family.

Rachel waved to me after class, made small talk, then asked about the assignment.
We discussed options, then she blushed, leaned in, and whispered an idea.

Her apartment was warm, clean, sparse, but full of her style, it was hers 100%.

She offered me a beautiful pink silk robe and, blushing, directed me to the bathroom.  When I stepped out, we were both naked under the silks.

Charlie, do you consent to act as my canvas?

Yes

She took my hand and led me to the couch, covered in a sheet. She stood in front of me and removed my robe,
exposing me, my nipples hardened.

Now me, she whispered.

I touched her for the first time, my fingertips easing the silk from her frame until it puddled on the floor. 
I fought to catch my breath.

She asked me to lay back, I did.

She asked me to spread, I did

I would do anything for her soft voice and gentle brush that felt like a warm dry tongue on my bare skin.

I spread ever wider for her, inviting her gaze, her strokes, the touch of her brush without shame or restraint.

Edging, painting, writing, creating art and orgasms in equal measure.

Poetry indeed.

....................

Just one this week, for now, it's only Wednesday, so who knows?

A54

. . . . . . . .

See Who Played Today

Max

Lexi

Sassy

Plus you!!!!!

FFF - Too good to be true

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I was confused, worried, and I didn’t trust what I was reading one bit.

“Meet me at the house, naked, it’s a surprise!”

This was so off-brand for her.  She was not, is not, never was a sexter.  Hell, I got shut down if I used the word ‘pussy’ in bed,.

Nevertheless, I cancelled my afternoon inspection, swung by the warehouse, dropped of my exterminator truck, took a shower and headed home.

I pulled into the garage and undressed, still doubting.

My wife was on the left, two beautiful naked friends next to her, each one more tanned than the other.

I was instantly hard, and almost fainted as I leaned in and kissed the closest cheek, soft warm and inviting.

She turned over in shock!

“What the hell is your husband doing here?”

Like I said, totally off brand. (140)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 Word Limit: 130-140 *or* 330-340

Key Words: tanned, brand

Forbidden Words: planned, grand

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you gay?” my father asked.

“No dad.” I hung my head in shame, unable to live up to my old man’s expectations, again.

“Then why won’t you do it?” He asked, derision dripping from his lips as we stood in the driveway.  “I paid for everything.”

“I’m just no good with my hands,” I fought to control my voice, “I make a mess of things and nobody’s happy with the result.”

“Well son, It just takes practice.” He tried, and failed, to be convincing. “It took me a couple of tries to get it right, and then your mother, Rest in Peace, drove up in that 1962 Fire Red Corvair and I knew what to do.

“Yea, but you were always good with your hands, you play piano, you even paint a little.” I sighed, “I’m not like that.  You know, I tried with Jennifer, but I barely got started and I bit my tongue when I hurt my knuckle, and then we had to stop because I startled her and she banged her head.  It was awful.”

He shook his head.

“The worst part was that word got around school and none of the girls would give me the time of day.  But oh, yes, they’ll call Big Hands Jimmy.” I fell silent, remembering the humiliation.

I gave my dad a hug, he hugged me back.

“I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

“No son, that’s OK,” He looked up at the house, the garage, my broken car that I couldn’t fix, “sometimes we show our manhood in different ways.  Not everyone can fix cars.”

He walked away, sad that his son’s hands didn’t show the branding marks of a lifetime with tools in his hands.

“Hmph,” I grunted in a very manly way, “Not a man?”

I walked in, refreshed my Crypto-tracker, up 17% on the month.

I walked into the bedroom, my friends were tanned, rested, and ready.

“My dad doesn’t think I’m a man.” I said, turning on all four video cameras, “Let’s prove him wrong.” (340)

___________________________________________________________

OK, perhaps not my best work on a week when I even got to pick the picture. To be honest I think most men are intimidated by multiple partners. We worry about how long we can last and whether we can please one woman much less two or three. I think what I like to try but I think we're all afraid of how it would really turn out.

 And I know it d a little misogynistic to tie a person's manhood to their ability to bed women, but for my protagonists  dad, if you couldn't fix a car, well, you better have a big dick.

 I kind of like the first one. I tried to put in a twist, and I hope it wasn't too forced.

 Well, I've gotta get back to work. I hope everyone has a wonderful Friday!

I'm not sure who's playing this week, but here are links to three of my dearest friends, and all fun writers.

See Who Played Today

Max

Lexi

Sass