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

:-)

Anger and Invitations

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

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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)

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“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)

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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

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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.

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

A54

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Max

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FFF - Too good to be true

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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)

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 Word Limit: 130-140 *or* 330-340

Key Words: tanned, brand

Forbidden Words: planned, grand

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“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)

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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