Wednesday Wantings - 8/31

Summer ends Friday

Her text was a genuine surprise. She hadn't talked to me privately for almost two years, not since my innocent "Good Night" text was seen by her husband and all hell broke loose on her end. Now days it was just occasional hellos as she picked up my wife to go to the gym. 

We had never done anything, just a few texts, a flirty chat in her driveway, and a picture of her new bikini from her Outer Banks vacation. His reaction wasn't to my text, but more about his suspicions of her. She was the prettiest woman at church, athletic, outdoorsy, just a little flirty, and more than a little bit of a tease. I know he was insecure, so I backed off and let them manage it at home.

I recognized her type early in our friendship. I knew that the long eye contact and flirty looks over her shoulder as she walked away were to feed her ego, not my unholy desires. Nothing was ever going to happen, she was “all flirt and no fuck”, and so I could play along, say outrageous things, always knowing that it was just for show. She was the WWE of flirting. She'd let you jump from the ropes and knock her to the mat, but everyone knew it was all fake.

Are you ready for school? I responded.

Loading the car was my only focus. The e-waste drive was at our high school, and I was running late for their 3:00 closure.

Almost ready. Her text came back too quickly, I could use some help with a filing cabinet someone donated.

Ahh, here it is, I thought, the fake "invitation" to see her, like the "good old days" that weren't as good for me as they were for her self-esteem.

I have a car full of e-waste that needs to be dropped by 3:00. Can't Kevin help?

Again, her reply was too quick. Out of town 'til Monday

He bailed on you the 1st wknd of school?

Trade Show

Trade Show girlfriends?

Maybe, maybe not, IDGAF

Really?

Can you help me or not?

Not until 3:30

Whatever.

That wasn't her typical send-off, even after a long hiatus.

I'll try.

I stared at my phone and wondered, but not for too long. My phone then did as most phones do, it rang, I picked up, told my wife that "Yes, I had remembered the e-waste drive and I was on my way there."

I hung up, turned off the ringer, and grabbed my keys.

The line at the drop-off site was longer than expected and when I got to the front I realized why, the eager young volunteers were soliciting signatures on another misguided Green Earth initiative and half the drivers slowed the line by signing and the other half slowed it down by trying to argue the finer points of electric car battery disposal with teenagers who just recently learned to smoke pot, and were, therefore, the least able to handle the conversation.

Still need help?

I texted with shaky fingers, wondering what would happen.

She didn't respond immediately, so at least she wasn't hovering over her phone, but I went to get gas, then a $1 soda at McDonalds, then stopped at the dry cleaners, and realized that I was slowly drifting toward her neighborhood.

Yes. 8372

Now I was driving on purpose. My heart kicked up a bit.

I tapped in her gate code and dropped off the hill to the beautiful riverfront home where I parked, knocked, and waited.

Come around to the back.

The gate was unlocked, but sticky, and I made a lot of noise getting in. She rounded the corner, laughing at the racket and opened her arms for a big hug. As her arms opened, so did the cover-up she was wearing over a simple black string bikini. She looked fabulous and my eyes dropped lower than they should have if I wanted to maintain a veneer of disinterest. 

She wrapped her arms around me and pressed herself against me. I returned the gesture, and we held each other for too long.

"I'm glad you're here." she whispered, and then let me go.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the house. The file cabinet sat drying in the sun, a fresh layer of paint matched her new school's colors and a bare spot for the logo in the middle.

"Is it going into Kevin's truck?"

"Eventually"

"Eventually?" I asked.

"It's not dry yet and I need to add the logo and clean out some rust from the inside."

"So, it's not ready to move?"

She smiled, "Not quite yet."

I turned around and looked at her. Then sun highlighted her hair and her cover-up was translucent and showed her slim shaped as a beautiful silhouette. 

"Then why am I here?" My voice was a combination of hope and exasperation.

She shrugged her shoulders and her cover-up fell to the hot cement.

"It's been almost two years." I said. "Why now?"

"I missed you."

"And?"

"The opportunity presented itself."

"And?"

"Kevin's being a dick."

"And?"

"I'm horny as fuck."

"Ah."

"What happens next?" I stepped closure to her and pulled lightly on the string that held her bikini top in place, "Do I strip you down, fuck you hard, and then go home to my wife, who happens to be your best friend?"

She took a half-step back, causing the string to pull further.

"I don't know."

I stayed rooted to the ground, but pulled lightly on the string, feeling it catch in that moment before the knot releases and her top falls down.

"Do I put on you on that lounge chair over there and force your legs open and kiss your sun-drenched thighs until you beg me to eat your pussy through the soaked material of you suit?" My other hand dropped between her legs and I rubbed her through the materiel.

She looked at the lounge chair, paused, then looked back at me. There was the hint of a tear in her voice even as she sighed at my knuckle’s insistent rub.

"I don't know."

I pulled the string a fraction of an inch and the knot gave way, but the sweat and suntan lotion kept the thin fabric on her chest, keeping her covered, but she gave a quick gasp and her eyes opened wide. Her hands flinched but my stare told her not to move a muscle without permission.

I stepped closer and put my hand on her hip, finding the matching strings that held what little fabric, and illusion, wrapped around her body. 

I leaned in and whispered, "Or" I breathed into her ear as I tugged lightly on the strings, "do I pull this string, bend you over, and fuck you from behind like I should have done in your kitchen two years ago?"

Her body shivered, then shook, and she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. She ground her hip against my hard cock then shifted our bodies so I could grind my shaft into her mound. Without pulling away, she pulled on the black strings, stripping away both top and bottom until I held her, naked, shivering, sweaty, in my arms.

"I want it all." she said, "I want it all."

Our lips met in the most ferocious kiss I have ever shared.

"Touch me." she begged.

My hands went down her back and I felt the curves of her hips.

"Deeper." I felt her breasts against my chest, my cock against her body as I took her ass in my hands and spread it wide, exposing her flesh to the hot summer sun. 

"Touch me." she pleaded.

The tip of my finger touched the tight pink pucker of her ass and pressed firmly. Not penetrating, not moving, but pressing firmly as an act of conquest. She was mine.

My hands scooped under her cheeks, and I lifted her off the pool deck and she wrapped her legs around my waist. Even through the damp fabric of my poplin shorts, I could feel her needs, her lips, her wetness.

She broke our kiss and started to talk but I silenced her with a look. I knew exactly what was going to happen next. She held on, naked, needy, wet, ready, and I walked her over to the large outdoor sofa that dominated the space next to the jacuzzi. I bent forward and laid her on her back and stood over her.

I stripped off my shirt and unbuckled my shorts.

"Last chance." I said. I wanted no second thoughts, no excuses, no regrets.

She looked up at me, naked spread, her labia pink and swollen, shimmering in the sun, shaved skin and tan lines no one but Kevin was meant to see.

"Fuck me." she said.

So, I did....

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OK, that is the "Wednesday Wanting" version. Scroll down for the real story.

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Summer ends Friday

I looked at my phone, surprised to see her name. I blocked the number, deleted the text, and turned my attention back to the baseball game.

"Who was that?" my wife asked.

"Just some junk mail." I said and pulled her to me for a kiss. "Hey, didn't Kate and Kevin give you the keys to her pool while they were gone?"

"Yes," she looked suspicious but smiled, "Why?"

I pulled her in and cupped her left breast in my hand, running my thumb over her nipple. "I thought we just might go for a swim."

"Will I need a suit?" she asked.

"Nope"

"Then, let’s go!"

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OK, that didn't happen either, Here’s the real story.

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Summer ends Friday

I looked at my phone, "OH shit!" BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK BLOCK annnnnnnnnd delete.

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Have a happy Wednesday.

 

Hey, if you liked my little tale, let me know! :-)

 

Aug 29 - Monday Musings

Weekend Update

Had a fabulous time at a concert.  Sang my lungs out for two hours with 5,000 fellow-fans and stayed out too late, ate too much, and let my friends drive home.  It's good to have rich friends.

Went to a funeral.  Long-time friend and neighborhood icon finally lost his battle with cancer and was laid to rest by a couple hundred of his closest friends and co-workers from the Fire Department.  

High School Homecoming game was a victory and my son got the phone # of a girl from school, so it's a Win-Win weekend.

Church was nice.  Sang in the choir and my voice barely handled the high parts after the Friday Night concert wiped out my voice.  Ohhhhh, the price we pay for living large.  

My wife went to another funeral for a friend's mom.  The years of Alzheimer's finally caught up and won the race.  A blessed passing that relieved our friend, and her mom, of crushing pain.

I have another funeral on Tuesday, this time my friend's wife after another battle with Cancer.  

Fuck that shit.  We've got to figure that one out.

Went for a 30-mile bike ride on Saturday.  Early morning rides are awesome and becoming the norm as the days get shorter.  I have to get ready for September as I've committed to 350 miles during the month as part of a Pediatric Cancer Fundraiser.  I'd give you all the link but (1) no one reads my blog, (2) it would give away my real name, and (3) $$ is short, I get it.

Speaking of my blog, 332 visits and only one anonymous comment?

I must be more boring than I thought. 

 

Survey - Am I the only one who gets turned on by their own words? 

Friday Failings - So, what did you screw up?

This list seems to fit the mood, so here we go.

I should have been a caddy at the country club instead of a researcher at the library

I should have stayed in Washington DC

I should never have kissed Cynthia

I should have looked harder for a job in my field instead of settling for where I ended up.

I should have kissed T.

I should have started having sex way earlier

I should NOT have lost my temper that day in the Raquetball court.

California was a mistake. 

The hot tub with the architect was not a good idea.

The hot tub with the fashion designer would have been a wonderful idea

Buying lingerie for C was funny, but not very smart, even if I did get her sizes just right.

I should not have quit skydiving.

I should have gone down on K when I had the chance.

My career has been completely by accident.  I should have taken charge a long time ago.

I should NOT have deleted all my blog posts and the pictures of my beautiful friends.

I should have told CTR to fuck off months before I did.

Judging people for their past mistakes when I had plenty of my own in my near future was cruel.

K loved me, I should have loved her back.

I should have learned Spanish.

Maybe I should have stayed in Italy and given it a shot.

Who am I kidding?  She didn't want me to stay.

Apparently, I should have taken out more student loans...

Thursday Thoughts - What triggers a memory?

What triggers a memory?

Blue VW's - High school Girlfriend who had one that always broke down

Smell of a Bakery - Early morning runs 

Picnic Benches - Getting dumped by my college GF because she didn't like my sense of humor

Picnic Benches under an awning - Making out with Karen and getting my 1st case of blue balls

Nordstroms - Serious college GF - should have married her

Racquetball Courts - the girl who taught me how to help a woman cum.  (THANK YOU!!)

Fireplaces, blankets, and a wonderful couch - Same girl

Basement bedrooms - giving a friend a hand job

Pool Tables - watching D get so drunk his wife had to help him to his car.  Making her cum via early days AOL sex chats.  

Deserted Conference Rooms - 1st time phone sex.  It happened with my sister's best friend.  It was awesome and a naughty secret we kept for a long time.  31 years and counting.

Doctor's Conventions - Keeping a friend entertained while she skipped the boring sessions of her conference (she's a doctor, not me).  We were on video for about 5 hours, she was naked the whole time.  Top Ten days of my life.

Bell Towers - My first dry-humping orgasm.  Neither one of us knew what we were doing, but neither one of us wanted to stop.

Maneater by Hall & Oates - Same girl, but dancing with her roommate in competition and kissing her more than I should have.  

High School Economics - Going to my Sr. Year class and realizing that my summer fling was sitting right behind me. (Not a good thing)

B&N Cafe (Now closed) - Falling deeply in love with a woman who had no interest in me.

Der Wienerschnitzel Hot Dogs - Late night discussions with my best friend as I watched him descend into mental health crisis and having no idea, back then, how to help him. (He's OK, now, not great, just OK)

Cowboy Bars - Falling in love with my wife.

Indian Food - Living overseas and loving it.

Rome, Italy - missed opportunities

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What triggers your memories, good or bad?  

Wednesday Wantings

I finished my run 2 minutes ahead of schedule, so I smiled to myself as I saved my run on my phone and turned off the podcast that kept me laughing.

I walked in the front door, turned on the A/C, laid out my yoga mat, and grabbed my push up bars.  After closing the front blinds, I stripped down, put my towel on the corner of the couch that got the most cool air, and relaxed.  

My cock was soft, my breathing heavy, and my skin damp with sweat.  A couple of minutes in the cool air of the A/C and I had to move.  I got down on my knees, feeling them pop and creak, and pulled my pushup bars into position.  Several injuries over the years made it difficult to do classic pushes, my wrists just didn't bend that way anymore.

I brought my feet together, positioned my hands just wider than my shoulders, and started.  

1, 2, 3..... catch my breath.  It's a bitch getting older, I don't recommend it.

4, 5, 6...... the next three were deeper, stretching and challenging the muscles of my back and shoulder.

7...my wrist hurts so I reposition, but I don't let my knees touch the ground.

8.... lower

9.... I feel the threads of the carpet on my expanding cock.

10...the lowest of the set, the length of my shaft presses against the floor, I hold the position and thrust twice, feeling the friction on my bare skin, and a looooong press up, and I'm finished.

I collapse on my stomach and catch my breath, swearing off, as I do every morning, the sugar in my coffee, the chocolate in the cupboard, and the hidden Thin Mints that no one remembers.

Pretending not to hear the patio sliding door open, I rest, but I recognize the footfalls.

"Damn", she says, "When did you get old?"

"Older every day." I reply.

"Well," she said, "I can still make use of you.  Just hold still."

I saw her reflection in the TV.  Her short white tennis skirt had the "Cathedral Hills Tennis Club" logo near the hem and her bright red polo shirt hit the floor next to me and the same patch stared me in the face. Her skirt landed on the couch.  Her reflection had cute, but practical undergarments, tight which panties and a sports bra that kept her in place as she ran across the baseline, back and forth, back and forth.

I started to turn around, but she told me to hold still.  So I did.  It wasn't official, but I recognized the tone in her voice, and it was one of those days.  Maybe she lost her match, maybe the kids were brats, or maybe she saw her husband smile at the waitresses at dinner for a bit too long.  Either way, it was her turn.

Her expensive gym back rustled and the zipper sounded louder than normal.

"Up." she said, trying not to make it a command.

I shifted to my elbows, and then my knees, and then dropped my chest to the sticky yoga mat.

Her hands stroked my hips, my lower back, and the backs of my thighs as the tip of her acrylic cock teased my skin.  The cap on the KY jelly popped and the cold gel coated my pucker.  I caught my breath.

I tried not to resist, I really did, but it's a primal reaction, and I tried to breathe in and out, to relax, to accept her needs, but it wasn't quite working.  She felt it too and stroked my back and breathed with me.

"I need this." she whispered.

"I know." I replied, hoping she heard my smile in my voice, "I know."

That was all it took, a little interaction, a personal connection, and I pressed back into her and she pressed deeply into me.  It wasn't my first time, it wasn't our first time, but that stretch and sting never went away 100%.  She pressed her troubles into me and I let out a long sigh and took it until I felt to cold base and the soft leather straps that held it to her.

I know she was impaled at the same time.  I know what she likes, and I know she was as full as me.

"Tell me." I said, giving her permission to share why she grabbed this particular toy.

"Not now." She grunted in response as she found a rhythm and we adjusted to fit each other's needs.

The rhythm was steady, she stayed deep, so I know that it was deep for her too.  

I gave in to her pacing and pushed back and felt my cock swell and twitch and drip.

The pain was transcendent and her voice as she climaxed pushed me over the edge and long ropes of cum marked the dark blue of the mat. She kept thrusting as a 2nd wave washed over her.

My knees quivered as I tried to stay in position, connected, breathing as one, sweaty, sticky, spent.

She put her hand on my lower back, pressed down and pulled out. It reminded me of pulling and arrow out of a hay bale target and I laughed. Rolling on to my back, I watched her unbuckle the straps.  She leaned forward and took my cock in her mouth for just a moment, stealing a taste, savoring the afterglow.  

She kneeled beside me and stroked my chest as I ran my fingertips up and down her arm.

"Thank you" she said and leaned in to kiss me gently.

I kissed her whispering lips and then her forehead.  

"I'm glad we are neighbors," she said.

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!!!!!