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.
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.
And, if some of my other readers joined the fun, let us know in the comments!!
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!!!
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
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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)
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)
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.
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.
Body painting is some of the sexiest art ever. I love it.“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.
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!!!
Word Limit: 95-99 *or* 295-299
Therapy Journal – July 1 - Evening
OH MY GOD! Fantastic
week. I mean, not the whole week, for sure, I’m sure she’ll mention the fight
we had on Tuesday, but that’s in the past.
OK, not completely, but we had a “long talk” on Wednesday and I made myself
scarce on Thursday (stayed at Frank’s place), then went home early on
Friday! I borrowed Frank’s suit, drove
home and BAM, there she was, naked on the bed, completely surprised, legs open,
mouth closed in shock. We banged one
out. She was sooo wet. I think we are
fine now. (99)
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Therapy Journal – July 2 - Morning
Holy Shit.
What a clusterfuck. Why write it down? Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll throw
it at his head.
First, I almost got caught. Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on
him being at work, where he belongs! It
was close.
But that wasn’t the worst of
it. Monday we got takeout and watched a
movie and pretended to like each other, but, when I woke up he was poking my butt-cheek
with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood so I got annoyed and stormed
out, saw he hadn’t done the dishes (carryout and paper plates? really) AND, his
latest Lego set was open on the kitchen table and I blew up. I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my
words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun.”
On Wednesday I calmed down but we
had to have “long talk” which went nowhere. I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning,
and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much, and crashed
at Frank’s place.
After Frank’s wife texted that he in
the backyard, she came over to my place.
FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy.
Frank’s cool with it but this was girl’s
night. Naked movies turned into “let’s order sushi” then “let’s eat each other’s
sushi” and then we crashed out.
Friday, we laid out naked by the
pool, kissed, then she pulled me inside, pushed me on the bed and sent me to
heaven. I was dripping, her fingers deep
inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.
She ran out, he walked in, so I “begged”
for it, and boy was I wet.
I think we are fine, for now. (299)
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OK, so that 2nd chapter was 299, but below is a version with 399 because I mis-read the number. Do you like it brief and to the point or do you like the longer version?
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Therapy Journal – July 2 – Morning
Holy Shit.
What a clusterfuck. Why write it down? Maybe I’ll use it in court, maybe I’ll burn it, maybe I’ll throw it at his head.
First, I almost got caught. Damn him for coming home early! Why marry a workaholic if I can’t count on him being at work, where he belongs! It was close.
But that wasn’t the worst of it. Monday was fine. We got takeout and watched a movie and pretended to like each other for a while, but, when I woke up on Tuesday he was poking my butt-cheek with his dick and I told him I wasn’t in the mood but he insisted, so I got annoyed and stormed out, saw that he hadn’t done the dishes (even with carryout and paper plates he never helps) and, AND, his latest Lego set (which we can’t afford) was open on the kitchen table and I blew up from there. I know, I shouldn’t have yelled, I should “use my words”, “count to ten”, “don’t buy a gun”, blah, blah, blah.
On Wednesday I had calmed down but we had to have another “long talk” which went nowhere but bought us time to think. I set his golf clubs out Thursday morning, and he took the hint and called his brother Frank, drank too much on the back 9, and crashed at Frank’s place.
After Frank’s wife texted that he was safely ensconced in the backyard, she made her excuses and made it over to my place. FUUUUUUUCK, can that woman eat pussy?
Frank’s cool with it and hinted at watching
us, but for now, it was girl’s night. Naked movie night turned into “let’s
order sushi” which led to “let’s eat each other’s sushi” and after a few a
while we just crashed out.
Friday, we laid out by the pool, got rid of our tan lines, and after a light lunch she pulled me inside, cranked up the A/C, pushed me on the bed and sent me to heaven on her wonderful tongue and fingers. I was dripping, edging ever closer, her fingers deep inside, my thighs closed around her head, when I heard the garage open.
She slipped into the office then out,
giggling.
He walked in, so I opened up, “begged” for it, and boy was I wet.
I think we are fine, for now. (299)
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Totally egotistical to ask you to read two versions, but I'm always curious.
While "Brevity is the soul of wit", a few extra words can also help.
Now, go see who else played along
