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Required Words: Melancholy and/or Euphoria
Word Count 184
Forbidden Words: Sub, Subservient
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)
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.
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)
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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
Word Limit: 220-240
Key Words: authority, blue
You know, I could get fired for this
You hate your job, so who cares?
Who cares? I care, I like paying for food an TV and, I dunno,
clothes.
Just quit?
Really? And how are
we going to make any money?
I could be a cam-girl.
No
I could be an escort
Hell No
Why not? We swing.
I know, but that’s
different.
Why?
It’s for fun, not
money.
So, I can be a
slut, but not a hooker? Can we talk
about this later?
Why not now?
‘Cause I’m almost
naked
And?
Wet?
And
Horny as fuck,
now, take the picture.
Spread wider.
By whose authority?
Mine, your
partner, your lover, your boss.
Boss, eh? We’ll
see about that.
I’m sure we
will. Now spread
How wide?
I want your lips
to open
With my
fingers?
No fingers, just
spread
But then I’d be
showing…
Everything?
Yes,
everything.
That’s what I
want to see
But we agreed
these would be tasteful.
Well, our goals
are shifting.
To Where?
I’m not sure
yet. Unbutton your shirt and tip back
the hat.
Then they’ll
see my face.
I know, you’ll
be famous, the sexiest cop in town. “Boobs in Blue”
Now what?
Just a few
more.
Can you see it?
What?
I’m dripping.
Good
Drooling,
really.
Wonderful
So, about my
new job idea?
OK, you
win. You can do it for money, but I get
to watch.
Of course, Officer.
(240)
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It was her turn to take our uniforms to the cleaners. Ever since we became partners on the beat we
took turns, my guy, her guy. Drop off was
Monday after roll call, pickup was Thursday after safety briefings or
neighborhood watch meetings. It was nice
to have a schedule.
After the Canyon Heights Watch meeting, I looked around be
Rachel wasn’t there. Sometimes she
ducked out to get us a soda at the bodega around the corner, but she was always
back before I finished shaking hands and answering questions about “those dang
kids.”
With Rachel no where to be found, I walked toward our patrol
car, content to wait out her flirting with some single dad from the meeting or
a trip to the bathroom.
I turned the corner to our secluded, and safe, parking spot
and there she was. She smiled at me.
I was stunned. “What
the fuck, Rachel, who are you meeting?”
She made eye contact.
“You.”
“We can’t.”
She spread her legs and beautiful pink lips unfolded to my view.
“We can,” she unbuttoned her service-blue shirt, “and we
will.”
Not one to buck authority, I dropped to my knees and kissed
her. Her mouth was warm and inviting, so
I straightened up and filled it with my cock. She swallowed every drop, licked her
lips, and looked up.
“OK officer”, she shifted wider, “Let’s see if you know how
to handle a nightstick.”
I made a fatal mistake this week, I got busy and paid attention to my job. Aaaah crap. Ran out of time.
Having family in town was great, but also distracted me from my FFF duties, but, the REAL CRIME
was that I accidentally saw Max's title when I pulled up the picture and since I hate duplication, even without reading his post, I have to change directions. But damn, his title is perfect.
And yes, I cheated 125 words in chapter 1, and 285 in chapter 2. :-) Sue me.
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Word Limit: 120-125 *or* 280-285
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So, what was so great about being in the Navy?
Nothin! – He threw his empty beer can at me. – Get me another
Really? Nothing good
came out of 8 long years?
NO – Now get me a cold one.
I laughed, he didn’t.
But you met mom while you were in the navy, then you had me.
Like I said.
Dejected, I debated my plan, I had to know.
I pulled out the picture.
Which one was she?
I don’t know, I fucked them both. And why does it matter now? She’s gone, you’re leaving, I’m dying. Let it go.
But how can you not know?
The attorney called, showed me the tests, forced me to sign
the papers. That was it, I was a father.
(125)
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Tell me about them.
He sighs.
Fleet week was a nightmare, a curse, a horror show, and
heaven all rolled into one.
We were young, flush with cash, horny as hell, and 90% drunk
most of the time.
The girls saw us coming a mile away, they prepped, preened,
smelled nice, danced close, and made us fall in love, with several at a time.
These two worked something out. I bought them drinks all night, blew my
paycheck twice over, missed the last bus to the base, so I stayed at their place.
The one with big hair liked it dirty. She begged for it, so I put it in her
ass. Then she fell asleep.
The other one showered me off, took me in her mouth, and
smiled at me the whole time. Afterwards she held my hand, took me to bed, and asked me
to make love to her. I should have worn a rubber, but she asked me not to, so I
didn’t.
Thanks for telling me dad.
It means a lot.
Why? It’s all in the
past.
The past is prologue.
Oh, shut up with that fancy college talk.
I laughed, he found it funny this time.
I changed his oxygen bottle and tapped on his IV line out of
habit. He was fine, but not for long.
I sat next to his bed. I wouldn’t happen tonight, but it
wouldn’t be long either.
I’ve met a girl, Dad.
Wear a rubber.
He didn’t laugh this time.
I showed him the new picture.
How? He asked. Except
for the hair and fashion, they were twins with matching smiles.
Fate is a funny thing.
Well, at least you got the nice one. (285)
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Now, see who did the homework on time and didn't cheat.
Are you sure you want to film this?
More than ever. I
trust you.
Why?
Because this is obviously your house.
So?
So, if the pictures get out, then we both go down in flames.
So, a MAD strategy?
MAD?
Mutually Assured Destruction
Geez, how old are you?
Smart enough to know better
That makes two of us.
So how about we put the camera down, why risk it?
Because I need to know this really happened
What do you mean?
Right now, it feels like a dream, a dream that should never
end
Then hit record, and let’s get going.
Make it smooth, make it yours
As you wish. (110)
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Again, I might come back to add another version, but for now, this captures a memory perfectly, and if it's a memory of something that never happened, it still makes me smile.
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OK, I found time for one more. Enjoy!!
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I need to be perfectly smooth.
Why?
Because I want tonight to be special
Every night with you is special.
(She laughs) You flatter me
That’s my job, isn’t it?
To help you feel like the most beautiful woman in the room.
Thank you
(They kiss)
But tonight, she’s going to be in the room with us.
Are you still ok with that?
Yes, but I am nervous.
Why?
Well, let’s think, she’s younger than me, skinnier than me,
way smarter, and well, she’s a she. It’s
a lot to deal with.
Listen, I can cancel with a single phone call.
No! (She smiles) I don’t want to cancel, you said be honest,
so I’m sharing how I feel.
That’s what makes you so wonderful, brave, daring, honest,
and absolutely beautiful.
There you go again.
Now, get back to work.
Are we taking it all off?
Every last hair.
Why?
Because I don’t anything between my skin and her tongue.
Go on.
I want to feel everything, I want to taste everything, and I
want her to do the same.
Keep Going
This is my first time, our first time, I want every sense on
fire with anticipation.
What’s my role in all this?
Encouragement, light touches, a bit of direction, a hint when
things slow down, and lots of snacks.
And water!
What’s going to happen first?
Talking, laughing, lots of kissing, and a few pictures.
And then
The clothes go off, and we get it on.
Cute. Then?
Then? Oh, everything, fingers, tongues, toys, everything! Is
anything off limits?
Not a thing. Anything off limits for me?
No, but I do have one request.
And what is that my love?
Can I be blunt?
Please
I want you to get her pregnant.
Really?
Yes
And why is that?
I’ve always wanted to be an aunt.
Sounds wonderful.
Yes
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See Who Played Today
Sassy (I hope)
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)
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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
And you????
