The Couch - a Flash Fiction Post

Word Limit: 99
Key Words: leather, grip
Forbidden Words: tug, yank

It felt so cliché, bent over an expensive leather couch, his hand in her hair, his grip gently but forcefully, keeping her under control.  She felt her lips swell and fought the urge to cry out, but her body was not cooperating. She felt droplets of arousal form on her swollen lips and cool her skin as they ran down her inner thigh.  She shook her head, but he held her in place.

“This was your idea Cindy, not mine,” he smirked.  “I wanted traditional wedding pictures, but Noooo, you insisted on something different.  I hope you’re happy.”  (99)

Word Limit: 300-309
Key Words: leather, grip
Forbidden Words: tug, yank

I didn’t know my shoot would end up like this, but here I am, camera in hand, lights and reflectors in place, taking pictures of an engaged couple and she’s almost naked.  Fuck.

She had planned this all along.   Once my gear was ready, she whispered in his ear, he objected, she reached behind her neck and undid the clasp on her dress. It fell to the floor. He was stunned.

Her corset highlighted her breasts and uncovered nipples.  Her stockings were sheer and expensive, and her skin was perfection.  Her mound hairless, and her smile as bright as the sun.

“Let’s take some pictures.” She said.

I picked up my camera, and my jaw, and tried to focus, literally and mentally. 

‘What did I step into?”

I encouraged him to get into the moment, but he was struggling.  He hadn’t been warned, or consulted, and his discomfort and his erection were easy to spot.

I put my hand on his hand.

“She loves you,”

I slid his hand lower on her bare hip.

“She trusts you,”

I moved his fingers between her legs. 

“Carpe Diem.”

I pressed our fingers against her lips, pushing his in.

I reluctantly stepped back and started shooting.

Her breathing changed to panting as his fingers vanished inside his bride-to-be.

“Keep going.” I encouraged him, “deeper.”

She humped her hips against the leather couch, then back against his fingers,

“More Baby.” She sighed.

He looked at me and I nodded to give him permission, but his hands were busy.

I reached in and unzipped him and gripped his hard shaft.

“Wait.” I said, repositioning for a good shot, “Now”

Her body accepted him in one thrust.

Her voice filled the room as his cock filled her up, and my climax soaked my jeans.

She looked at me, I nodded.  She would love the pictures.

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Max

Lexi

Sassy

Something New - Moments in the Theater

 I'm doing something new.  I'm in a show, a musical, on a stage, and I'm freaking out.

It's community theater, it's not great, but not bad.  Our leads are good, the choral directors is wonderful, our choreographer is pretty (and patient with a 1st-timer like me).

Others have written extensively about their wonderful adventures in theatre, I carry all those thoughts with me as I walk in each night, but in my case, nothing's going to happen, but I can dream.

The cutest one is the youngest one, 17.83 years old, a very good dancer, wears adorable sexy outfits without realizing it (maybe) and is friendly.  At my age, I have to be careful.  I'm the new guy, and I can't turn in to "that guy" on my first show.  It was all I could do to NOT mention to her that her bra strap, which peaked out from under a silky camisole, wasn't hooked right.  (The bottom two eyelets didn't line up with the top one, but NO, I didn't mention it, nor did I reach over and fix it for her."

Our dance captain is animated, a great singer, very funny in the funny parts, and lives and dances in yoga pants so THANK YOU, for that.

Most of the rest are older, like me.  Dancers and wanna-be actors who are well past their prime but still have the legs and energy to rehearse for 3 hours a night until the curtain comes up.  I've never been on stage like this.  I've been in bands, orchestras, and choirs, but those groups hold still, and all I have to do is look pretty and smile during the applause.  Now I have to sing, and dance, and move around, and remember lines, and then move again, and TRY TRY TRY not to sing along into my mic with the leads when they do the songs I love so much.

Now, I know people fool around, fall in and out of love and have showmances that only last the length of the engagement.  We called them BTRs in high school. Band Trip Romances started when you got on the bus, were solidified the first lunch stop, and got sealed with a kiss during free time between dinner and curfew on the first night on the road.  They magically dissolved as the bus returned home, couples, without a word being said, drifted apart as the "miles to home" count got smaller and smaller.  Upon pulling into the high school parking lot, final kisses landed on cheeks instead of lips, hands drifted apart, and we all returned to the real world.

I get that.

However, last night, while blocking a party scene, I got paired up with R.  The director said, "Lean in over her like you're making a pass at her, and don't be surprised if she slaps you." That got a laugh from the cast, and we played it off.  R and I have chatted, but not talked.  She complimented (noticed) my haircut, and we say hi to each other as we arrive at the theater for rehearsal.  She's short, slim, pretty, talented, and was dressed in a short dance skirt with modesty shorts underneath and a tight Lycra top that showed her small breasts were unencumbered by a bra, almost a sports bra, it left her midriff bare.

As we played out the scene, we leaned into each other, closer than we would have ever been in polite conversations.  When our focus in the scene shifts from each other to the leads who have dialogue, she leaned against me and my arm went around her, my hand landing on her bare skin and the point of her hip.  We ran the scene several times.  Each time I leaned in close, tried to crack a joke, and then pulled her under my arm, a loving couple at a happy party.  

It's easy to see how artificial intimacy can cloud your thinking.  She had already shown up in my shower thoughts, I had noticed her athletic legs, her quick feet, and her bright smile.  Now I get to have a moment, staged for sure, but close, intimate, and quite wonderful.

So, I have to keep my head straight.  I can't say anything stupid.  It's acting, that's all, right?

Take a look

Word Limit: 300-310

Key Words: pose, poseur

Forbidden Words: model, moral

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Tell me what you see.  Good Pose?

Fuck you, can we stop now?

No!  I need to find out what’s going on.

Can’t you take your own damn pictures? Or maybe just ask Tom to send some back to you?  Aren’t they in your “Sent Items” folder, like, I don’t know, a hundred times?

That’s a low blow, you know Tom’s the one that leaked the last batch.

Leaked?  How the fuck do you call it a leak when you took, edited, and sent them yourself?

Well, you little fucktard, he wasn’t supposed to send them on to those dipshits on the soccer team.  I loved him.

Ha ha ha!  Love? You fucked him, then he fucked you in a dozen different ways, none of them with you in the room.

Shut up! I liked him.

Fuck you. I hated him. I told you THEN and I told you WHY and STILL you didn’t listen and now your cootch is all over Templin Community College for Air Conditioning and Aeronautics.

Hey, don’t make fun of TCCACA.  I fixed your condenser coil for free, didn’t I?

Free?  I still can’t feel my left ‘nad after earning a “free” repair from you.

Well, you liked it at the moment.

Well sure. We all like Taco Bell for the first 4 hours, then we pay for our mistake, and boy-oh-boy do we pay. You haven’t made me stop paying.

Fuck you, seriously, you shouldn’t have let me fuck Tommy.

Let you?  I practically chained you to the bed.  You went blew him anyway.  After that, it was your gig, not mine.

I’m sorry, but thanks for taking me back.

I'm not

Please? Don’t you like it?

I used to.

Please?  Just a kiss?

No.  I’m not taking you back, I’m taking pictures for your doctor.  You have GOT to get that checked out.

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OK, not so sexy, but I'm not feeling sexy today.

I still like the picture and the people who write about it with me.

Go See Who Played Today

Max

Lexi

Sassy

And you????

 

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!

      

Who is she?

 

The challenge this week was:

Word Limit: 210-220

Key Words: knot, naught

Forbidden Words: face

Posting late due to a wonderful family vacation.

Warning: This is not consensual. 

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“Who is she?” she yelled, a twinge of tears in her voice. “Does she love you like I do?”

She ground her pussy against him, grinding her wet clit hard against his chin.

It was easy to make herself cum like this, his hard chin, soft skin, the way his face spread her lips just so.  She felt her anger and arousal building so she kept going. 

“Fuck it” she thought.

Her hips rocked, slippery, ready, hungry.  Her knees slide open, covering his mouth and nose, cutting off the last of his air.  She reached and pinched his nose shut.  The crest was building, the moment was upon her.

Cut off from air, he finally gasped, desperate for breath, and she came.

She discovered she was a squirter in college when her roommate crawled into her bed one night and taught her something new.  Now she put that to good use and flooded him.

Her orgasm crashed into her broken heart, and she laughed as he gasped, sputtered, and went limp underneath her.

Her hips shuddered and she crawled off him and faced the girl tied to the chair at the head of the bed.

“It was not for naught that I learned to tie knots.” She said as he cut her replacement loose.  “You might want to call 911.”

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Angry sex can be good sex, or it can escalate horribly.

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Our host - MAX

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And SASSY!  And all-time favorite

FFF - The Jacket

    

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She thought about running after the truck, but it was cold, and she was in heels, and public works still hadn’t fixed the street.  What was the point?  Was it worth twisting an ankle?  No. She’d keep his jacket for one more week.  She’d spend one more week smelling him, wearing it and nothing else while thinking about what a fool she was.  What a cliché. But what else could she do?  This wasn’t “Pretty Woman” and she wasn’t Julia Roberts, there would be no fairytale ending this time. (90)

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Debbi hurried around the apartment.  She cursed herself for sleeping. The apartment was a mess, and she hadn’t done her hair or picked an outfit.  She adjusted the blinds, plugged in the power strips, and turned on her computer, three cameras, and 4 lights.  “This is ridiculous.” She thought as she adjusted the lighting around her bed.  “All to make a few bucks.”

She checked her watch, “Where the hell is Janice?”  As if summoned by magic, the doorknob turned and Janice walked in, looking adorably frazzled, holding 2 coffees, her makeup kit, and smelling like spring.  Everything would be OK now.  Everything was better with Janice around. 

She bounced over to greet her, taking her load and putting it all on the entry table, and kissing her deeply.

“Don’t ever abandon me.” She said.

“I’d be a fool if I ever did.”

Janice quieted her with a kiss and their tongues played over the soft taste of coffee.  They pulled apart and got to work.

Janice sat at the desk, logged in, posted the teaser, set-up the request queue, the donation box, and texted Debbie’s followers on all the socials.

“Are you ready?”

Debbie came out wearing Janice’s favorite heels, sheer stockings, and the panties and bra they bought together. Janice swiveled to get a good look.

“What do you think?”  Debbie kissed her. Janice’s hand slid up Debbie’s inner thigh and stroked the soft silk.

Debbie moaned and spread her legs.  Taking the hint, Janice worked a finger inside.

“Oh, fuck.”

Janice sucked on Debbie’s tongue, pulling it into her mouth as her finger circled.

“Now you’re ready.”  Debbie gasped, panted, and nodded her head.

With a flick, the camera feeds lit up and Debbie walked into frame, sitting on the corner of the bed, her legs spread.

“Hello Lovers!” she said. 

Debbie reached behind and pulled a leather jacket from under the pillows.

“Today, we are auctioning off a special jacket, left behind be an ex- friend.”  Debbie removed her bra and slipped on the jacket.

“I certainly hope no one emailed today’s link to his wife. How embarrassing.”

She grabbed her favorite toy.

“Let’s get started.”

 (360)

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OH MY GOSH!!!  Sassy joined in!!!  and Lexi @ Eris & Psycho and of course, our host, MAX!!

Word Limit: 80-90 *or* 350-360

Key Words: fool, abandoned

Forbidden Words: trash, garbage

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I don't know if anyone reads "the author's comments" but I do.  I liked the picture, and the prompts, and the first bit came out quite quickly as I only had a few minutes until my house woke up and my writing time was done.  After finishing it in just 90 words, I realized there had to be a 2nd part of the story.  What do we do with reminders of a past the didn't work out?  

Thanks to Max for hosting and keeping this going, and to Lexi and Sassy for being such wonderful friends for many many years now.  xoxo