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.
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
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.
