Showing posts with label Erotic Flash Fiction Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Erotic Flash Fiction Friday. Show all posts

Friday, August 5, 2022

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!!!!!

Friday, July 15, 2022

FFF - Piano Tunes and Tales

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

Forbidden Words: red, said



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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)

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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)

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I am travelling this week and had little time to think or write.  I like the picture, but it is sad and lonely and speaks of loss and pain. 

Perhaps my littles stories make that better?  Perhaps they make it worse. 

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Eris And Psycho - Lexi's sister blog

Friday, June 3, 2022

A close Shave

Another great picture from Max over at Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)
Go follow him, then join the fun every Friday!!!


Word Limit: 100-110 *or* 300-310
Key Words: smooth, smart
Forbidden Words: bush, bare



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

Max

Lexi

Sassy (I hope)

Friday, May 27, 2022

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

:-)