TMI Tuesday - Not that anyone cares

TMI Tuesday - A chance to be 100% honest while lying through your teeth.  I'll let you decide which is which.

1. Which do you enjoy more in bed, pain or pleasure?

    I'm a pleasure chaser, but you can basically do anything you want to my nipples and I'll just ask for more

2. Do you like being tickled during sex? Where?

Not a huge fan of tickling, but if you try it right before climax, it puts me in weird head space that can be kind of nice, just don't do it so much that I pull out.  :-)

3. Have you ever used feathers during sex?

Yes, and the Chicken HATED it

4. Do you like to be blindfolded during sex? Why?

YES!!!  It allows the imagination to run wild, it removes distractions, it heightens awareness, and allows me to be used in a way that gives me permission to just give in to the pleasure.  Tragically, my wife's not a fan.

5. Have you ever used cold or heat as part of your sex play? What provided the cold or heat?

Hot then cold running water on my junk during shower sex.  Kind of like edging, but with the ups and downs of a full body experience.  

6. Do you enjoy being spanked, giving spankings, or both?

A light slap, yes, "spanking", no.  it seems soooo.... artificial.

7. Do you have a safeword? Have you ever used it?

We didn't call it a "safeword" back then, but my GF would let me touch her more and more intimately and then she'd just say stop.  And it was a hard stop.  I would literally freeze my hand, hold it still for 2-3 seconds, and then lift it off her body no matter where it was.  In retrospect she was edging herself while keeping our play within some self-imposed boundaries.  Hot as hell.  Eventually it progressed (over 3-4 months) to where I could make her cum without stopping, but those early session were delicious torture.

Monday musing

 i finished my run, stripped down, and sat in my run-down lounge in the back yard.  If I angled it just right, Braxton's tree blocked me from the east, the tall Cyprus gave me privacy from the west, and, if Kara noticed me from the high bathroom window of her guest suite, and stood on her step stool, she could see my flaccid cock come to life in the mid-morning sun.

She was at work though, so I really had all the privacy I needed.  So, I started.

Nothing happens fast after a long run.  5 miles in the morning heat didn't go quickly, but I finished them all at a decent jogging pace and beat my target time by 93 seconds, which is fine for today.  The only point of today's run was calorie count.  Just keep going.  Pound the pavement, try not to trip, and burn, baby, burn.  Day One, again, of trying to lose just a few before Thanksgiving, trying to avoid the horrible pictures where I have to turn sideways in a group shout and prove to the world that I'm on longer the athlete I once claimed to be, but just another round-bellied middle-aged dad with too many M&Ms and too few laps in the pool to prove it.

Once more into the breach, counting calories, skipping desert, avoiding the things that make life worth living.  

And for what?  It won't get me more sex from the wife or anyone else.  I may get a passing compliment from my even fatter friends who claim to be supportive but secretly harbor the jealousy that only a tweaked knee or bad heart can cultivate.  They are done, finished, they let the chassis go bad and now it's too late.  They'll never run a 5K, or climb Francis Peak with their boys, or buy a house with a staircase again.

But that's not me, it can't be, I have to fight the battle now.  Eventually I'll lose, we all do, we all end up in the ground, rich and poor, bond or free, good looking or ugly as mud.  We all end up 6 feet under if we are lucky.  Some end up at the bottom of the lake for betraying the man with the Artificial Hair who lived on the banks of the Salton Sea.

but for now, as the sun crests the orange tree to the east and the crows decided that my almost turgid frame isn't dead, but only practicing for the long sleep, they fly away to look for more suitable carrion, some that won't fight back when they sink their beaks into mottled flesh.  For now, I'll lay back and let the sun bake away the running sweat to replace it with the flop sweat of an old man who jerks off in his backyard to feel daring.  

Kara used to watch, used to smile down at me, but even that gets old after a while and she went back to her computer, her gay porn, and her angry husband who wishes he was the one with a cock in his mouth while she watched and felt the small comfort of a sad orgasm from lonely fingers.

An hour later, after my thoughts of her faded and the sticky residue matted the hair on my stomach to my pale skin, I hear the truck pull up.

Fuck, I say.  It's Monday.

I wipe the sun out of my eyes and grab my chair and pull it across the lawn, desperate to get back inside before my gardening crew makes it through the side gate and I give a prayer of thanks that the latch is loud, cranky, and slow to open. 

The patio door slides closed behind me, and I breathe a sigh of relief and head to the shower.  

I stop in the hallway and stare across the street.  Candice is walking past with her little Pekinese pups, cute as a button and just able to join her on her morning strolls.  She's in her lycra shorts, a bra top, and headphones as always.  She stops, bends over, and pets Artimis, the youngest pup, and I figure that my shower might be better than I feared.

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 Prompt - Aug 12

I'm setting this up early in case Max, our wonderful host, still isn't back.

You know the rules

 

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.

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.

Dear Friend

I miss you.

My house is empty, except for me, so, after finishing work, I stripped down and went in the backyard to water my new roses, my trimmed miniature orange tree, and various plants that may, or may not, be dying.

As I finished drenching my pomegranate tree, I walked along the side of the house and had a memory come flooding back to me.  It was leaning up against that small section of wall, hidden from the street, my neighbors, and the back yard, that I took my first intimate photograph of myself.

10 years ago, maybe?  I can't remember.  Bouts of misguided guilt and fear led me to delete the pictures and emails a long time ago, but I can't, won't, never will, delete your memory.

It was there, with the sun beating down on me, that I tied my cock up with the string from my pajama bottoms. Hard, pink, long, bigger than I could imagine, I showed myself to you for the first time.

My heart was pounding as I set my phone down on my log pile and tried to get a good angle.  I'm not a skinny guy, so I sucked in my gut and thrust out my hips and zoomed in.  And there it was, my cock in its digital glory.  I remember tapping out an email quickly, before I lost my nerve, and I hit send.

Holy fuck.  The orgasm that exploded after sending it to you is still a part of that moment's memory.  

TBH, that wasn't the first time you had seen my cock.  We encouraged each other over the months to show more, share more, and share, we did.  I remember, like it was yesterday, watching you cum, your eyes rolled back, your full breasts heaving with each breath, your knees spread, your fingers disappearing from view, deep between your beautiful thighs.

I lived for days off the compliments you gave me, adoring my cock, my cum, my stroking techniques and, more importantly, the words we shared. I lead you to orgasm after orgasm with simple words, softly spoken instructions, and sometimes harshly give directions.  You never failed me.

A favorite memory?  Watching you cum as you sat next to your husband as he watched TV.  You bit your lip, inhaled deeply, and I could see you sink into blissful oblivion while he sat not 2 feet away, completely oblivious to the beautiful, sexy, passionate, orgasmic woman that was begging for attention in his own home. 

I never felt sorry for you, you wouldn't let me.  We were friends, deep friend with digital benefits and today, I leaned up against that wall one more time, and thought of you, and marked the sun-ripened concrete with my cum.

We haven't talked in a few years.  Life moves on and pulls people apart and things change.  That's OK, but today, as I wandered my backyard naked, I thought of you, came for you, and smiled a deep and lasting smile.

Thank you for every memory.

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

Backyard thoughts

 It's 90f, sunny, bright,

I'm naked in the backyard, thinking about you, about to cum, and missing your voice.

That beautiful voice that would always push meet over the edge in to blossom obliviousness.

I miss all of you.

TMI Tuesday - Watching me watching you.

 

Looky Looky

1. What movie dialogue do you know by heart?

    Not to show my age, but I used to know big chunks of Monty Python, Raising Arizona, and bits and pieces of Wes Anderson movies.

2. Which show do you watch the most?

I just binge-watched Fleabag which was very good, quite excellent, lots of swearing, loads of fucking, but not a single nipple.  Quite disappointed, to tell the truth because I find Phoebe Waller-Bridge quite attractive when she isn't trying hard not to be so beautiful.  Mostly she's sexy AF because she's funny and a brilliant actress.

Long-term - I've watched "The Simpsons" from when they were on the Tracy Ullman show, Bob's Burgers from day 1, I watch "Friends" clips on Instagram to remember what a DICK Ross was to Rachel.  I'm rewatching "News Radio".  Don't  ever forget how beautiful the women were on that show....Khandi Alexander, Maura Tierney (pre-ER), Vicki Lewis 

 

3. Do you get shy on camera?

    I don't mind getting my picture taken in social settings though if you've seen one, you've seen them all.  I look identical in every picture I take, the exact same smile, eyes, and head tilt.  Seriously, just copy a picture from my college graduation and you are set forever.

If the settings more intimate?  There is one sex tape of me and my wife, it's somewhere in the garage, just waiting to be accidentally uploaded to a video conversion vendor.  Oops.

Most of my 'personal' camera moments have been solo or with an on-line friend.  See #5 

4. How often do you take selfies?

a. Once a week - Less and less now that I don't have any on-line play-dates, and see the answer to #3, what's the point?

b. A few times a week

c. Every day - For a while I was tracking my weight loss then I realized I wasn't losing any weight, so that foolishness came to an end.

d. Never

5. Do you like being watched?

On-line, with a special friend? OH FUCK YES

At home with my wife?  Oh Fuck Yes, I love to lay back, play with myself, and let her watch, but she's not into it that much, so, oh well, we just moving on to the sex, so it's a Win-Win when it happens. 

Bonus: What’s the last thing you got in trouble for?

Serious Trouble - Porn, it's always about porn.  

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OK, so the words don't exactly match, sue me.

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

TMI Tuesday - Ambition - July 5

 TMI Tuesday–play it again. First time here? Welcome.

1. What is the most ambitious work you’ve done in the past five years?

I wrote, produced, and just premiered a short film with a friend of mine.  We used kid actors from our church group and pulled in a professional director, sound crew, lighting guy, and editors.  We showed it for the 1st time last week to enormous success!  

2. What is the biggest risk you’ve taken in your life?

Physical risk?  I was an avid skydiver for 6 years during and right after college.  I was also a back-country powder skier all through college and found myself in several near-death moments, most of them involving cliff or crevasses that had been hidden by snow.

Emotional Risk - Getting married to the "right" girl instead of the girl I should have fought for. I also me a couple of women from my blog and that has been exhilarating.

Financial Risk - I bought Roblox @ $6o/share.  It has not gone well

Political Risk - I live in a country that voted for Joe Biden.  Also - not working out well.

3. What do you do when no one is watching?

Masturbate, write fiction no one will read, watch bad TV, look up old girlfriends on-line, and I cook a lot when no one is home so if it doesn't turn out I can throw it away.

4. How do you get attention?

I try not to, but when things are going to shit, someone has to step up and step in.  I prefer to stay in the back and give advice to those wise enough to ask for it.  When I do engage, I'm funny, smart, snarky, and willing to offend people if they are ready to hear the truth.  At the same time, I'm sensitive to other's emotional state and don't intentionally hurt anyone's feelings (unless it matters)

5. Who do you stalk on the internet?

I gave up stalking a long time ago.  I publicly follow people on Instagram.  Well, I guess I watch my under-age niece's Insta account.  Her mom doesn't care that she's 15, has hundreds of male followers, and is in denial that they are all jerking off to her daughter's picture.  And yes, I'm a total Narc.  Every time a new picture pops up I screenshot it and tell her mom.  I am NOT going to raise her illegitimate kid when she gets knocked up and kicked out of the house.

Bonus: What did you watch last night?

FIREWORKS!!!

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)

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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