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 - 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 7-22-22 - Come with me

 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.blogspot.com/2022/07/fff-kik-sext.html

And, if some of my other readers joined the fun, let us know in the comments!!

FFF - Almost Caught

 

Happy 4th

Word Limit: 95-99 *or* 295-299

Key Words: open, closed

Forbidden Words: spread, shut

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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

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• Exploits of Lexi: Me (lex-ploits.blogspot.com)
• Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr (mystic-satyr.blogspot.com)
• Fighting Sanity (freedominchains42.blogspot.com)
• Same Sassy Girl

 

It's time to write!!!

 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)

A simple assignment

 

Word Limit: 250-270

Key Words: ink, pink

Forbidden Words: pen, Zen

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The assignment was simple,
“Write your favorite poem from the Tao-Te-Ching in a calligraphy style of your choosing. 
Explain your choice of canvas, pen, and ink and the history of each.”

No problem. 

I was a senior art major, with a boyfriend and job all lined up after graduation.  
Together for 2 years, Daryl was safe, reliable, decent in bed, from a good family.

Rachel waved to me after class, made small talk, then asked about the assignment.
We discussed options, then she blushed, leaned in, and whispered an idea.

Her apartment was warm, clean, sparse, but full of her style, it was hers 100%.

She offered me a beautiful pink silk robe and, blushing, directed me to the bathroom.  When I stepped out, we were both naked under the silks.

Charlie, do you consent to act as my canvas?

Yes

She took my hand and led me to the couch, covered in a sheet. She stood in front of me and removed my robe,
exposing me, my nipples hardened.

Now me, she whispered.

I touched her for the first time, my fingertips easing the silk from her frame until it puddled on the floor. 
I fought to catch my breath.

She asked me to lay back, I did.

She asked me to spread, I did

I would do anything for her soft voice and gentle brush that felt like a warm dry tongue on my bare skin.

I spread ever wider for her, inviting her gaze, her strokes, the touch of her brush without shame or restraint.

Edging, painting, writing, creating art and orgasms in equal measure.

Poetry indeed.

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Just one this week, for now, it's only Wednesday, so who knows?

A54

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See Who Played Today

Max

Lexi

Sassy

Plus you!!!!!

Take a look

Word Limit: 300-310

Key Words: pose, poseur

Forbidden Words: model, moral

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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

Max

Lexi

Sassy

And you????

 

Pick my flower

 

Word Limit: 75-85 *or* 275-285

Key Words: bud, bloom

Forbidden Words: flower, fertile

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Take 1

Are you serious?

Well, we had to celebrate your promotion.

Yes, but you’ve never let me…

I know Bud, but I found that video of you deep in my sister’s brown bloom and thought it was time for me to give it a try.  She seemed to like it.

Oh shit, I’m sorry.

You don’t have to say anything baby.  But you'd better enjoy this one, because it’s the last.

The last?

Things are going to change around here.  I’m in charge from now on. (85)

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Take 2

Tommy and Violet had been inseparable since a chance encounter at the bank when she asked to borrow his pen to sign her loan for a new car.  Dressed in a long skirt and a short jacket, she enthralled him then and that blush of first love hadn’t faded, at least, that’s what Tommy thought.

“I want to play a game,” Violet said casually one night, still gasping from her orgasm.

“What kind of game?” Tommy replied, letting her nipple slip from his mouth.

“A guessing game.”

“Oh.”  Tommy’s cock shrank and shriveled, “another one?”

The only crack in their relationship was her twin sister, Lilly.  Genetically identical but different in every other way, Lilly was the silent presence in every conversation.  Making plans? Is Lilly available? Will she feel excluded? Can we get her out of the precinct for a night?  Cosmo surveys weren’t complete until Lilly sent her answers, even the annoying “Do you really know your partner?” quizzes Tommy was forced to take. Violet never shared Lilly’s answers, but frequently looked annoyed when she ended phone calls with her.

“So, this game?”

“It’s all worked out. Be back here tomorrow at 8.”

The note on Violet’s door was simple.  “Come in. Get Naked. No Talking. Make a Choice”

The only light was a soft glow from the bedroom.  He stripped and walked in.

Two beautiful naked women were head-down ass-up, their upper-bodies covered by a blanket, two blooms the only difference.

“Make a choice.” He thought for just a moment before shifting right.

His cock slipped in, and he began pounding Lilly’s beautifully tight pussy. It was heaven.

“You bastard!” Violet screamed, “Why her?”

“She remembered I’m allergic to roses, you didn’t.

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I had a LOT of fun writing this one.  Both versions have potential, but I really liked Take 2.  Men are pretty simple, we like good food, a good laugh, a good fuck, and someone who pays attention to our details, like something as simple as remembering our allergies. 

Big thanks to...

Max -  Bloom - With an AX?  WTF?

Lexi - Bloom - Magic is blooming all around

Sassy - Le'ts hope she's in this week

For inspiration and friendship!

      

Who is she?

 

The challenge this week was:

Word Limit: 210-220

Key Words: knot, naught

Forbidden Words: face

Posting late due to a wonderful family vacation.

Warning: This is not consensual. 

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“Who is she?” she yelled, a twinge of tears in her voice. “Does she love you like I do?”

She ground her pussy against him, grinding her wet clit hard against his chin.

It was easy to make herself cum like this, his hard chin, soft skin, the way his face spread her lips just so.  She felt her anger and arousal building so she kept going. 

“Fuck it” she thought.

Her hips rocked, slippery, ready, hungry.  Her knees slide open, covering his mouth and nose, cutting off the last of his air.  She reached and pinched his nose shut.  The crest was building, the moment was upon her.

Cut off from air, he finally gasped, desperate for breath, and she came.

She discovered she was a squirter in college when her roommate crawled into her bed one night and taught her something new.  Now she put that to good use and flooded him.

Her orgasm crashed into her broken heart, and she laughed as he gasped, sputtered, and went limp underneath her.

Her hips shuddered and she crawled off him and faced the girl tied to the chair at the head of the bed.

“It was not for naught that I learned to tie knots.” She said as he cut her replacement loose.  “You might want to call 911.”

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Angry sex can be good sex, or it can escalate horribly.

Check out the postings by...

Our host - MAX

The sexy Lexi

And SASSY!  And all-time favorite

FFF - The Jacket

    

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She thought about running after the truck, but it was cold, and she was in heels, and public works still hadn’t fixed the street.  What was the point?  Was it worth twisting an ankle?  No. She’d keep his jacket for one more week.  She’d spend one more week smelling him, wearing it and nothing else while thinking about what a fool she was.  What a cliché. But what else could she do?  This wasn’t “Pretty Woman” and she wasn’t Julia Roberts, there would be no fairytale ending this time. (90)

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Debbi hurried around the apartment.  She cursed herself for sleeping. The apartment was a mess, and she hadn’t done her hair or picked an outfit.  She adjusted the blinds, plugged in the power strips, and turned on her computer, three cameras, and 4 lights.  “This is ridiculous.” She thought as she adjusted the lighting around her bed.  “All to make a few bucks.”

She checked her watch, “Where the hell is Janice?”  As if summoned by magic, the doorknob turned and Janice walked in, looking adorably frazzled, holding 2 coffees, her makeup kit, and smelling like spring.  Everything would be OK now.  Everything was better with Janice around. 

She bounced over to greet her, taking her load and putting it all on the entry table, and kissing her deeply.

“Don’t ever abandon me.” She said.

“I’d be a fool if I ever did.”

Janice quieted her with a kiss and their tongues played over the soft taste of coffee.  They pulled apart and got to work.

Janice sat at the desk, logged in, posted the teaser, set-up the request queue, the donation box, and texted Debbie’s followers on all the socials.

“Are you ready?”

Debbie came out wearing Janice’s favorite heels, sheer stockings, and the panties and bra they bought together. Janice swiveled to get a good look.

“What do you think?”  Debbie kissed her. Janice’s hand slid up Debbie’s inner thigh and stroked the soft silk.

Debbie moaned and spread her legs.  Taking the hint, Janice worked a finger inside.

“Oh, fuck.”

Janice sucked on Debbie’s tongue, pulling it into her mouth as her finger circled.

“Now you’re ready.”  Debbie gasped, panted, and nodded her head.

With a flick, the camera feeds lit up and Debbie walked into frame, sitting on the corner of the bed, her legs spread.

“Hello Lovers!” she said. 

Debbie reached behind and pulled a leather jacket from under the pillows.

“Today, we are auctioning off a special jacket, left behind be an ex- friend.”  Debbie removed her bra and slipped on the jacket.

“I certainly hope no one emailed today’s link to his wife. How embarrassing.”

She grabbed her favorite toy.

“Let’s get started.”

 (360)

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OH MY GOSH!!!  Sassy joined in!!!  and Lexi @ Eris & Psycho and of course, our host, MAX!!

Word Limit: 80-90 *or* 350-360

Key Words: fool, abandoned

Forbidden Words: trash, garbage

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I don't know if anyone reads "the author's comments" but I do.  I liked the picture, and the prompts, and the first bit came out quite quickly as I only had a few minutes until my house woke up and my writing time was done.  After finishing it in just 90 words, I realized there had to be a 2nd part of the story.  What do we do with reminders of a past the didn't work out?  

Thanks to Max for hosting and keeping this going, and to Lexi and Sassy for being such wonderful friends for many many years now.  xoxo

Boss was right.

 FFF - 

Word Limit: 180-200

Key Words: porcelain

Forbidden Words: tea, china

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I got the recommendation from my boss.  He said the sooshi was excellent with excellent service and all the “extras” business travelers could ask for after a long day on the road. I didn’t know what he meant but he winked and tried to look down my tunic, so I assumed it was something about reproductive stimulation, Gross.  That wasn’t on my mind when I hit the AutoPark button on my motorpod and stepped onto the Move-a-Matic sidewalk.  My comm unit connected to the net and calculated a route. I followed the lights on the belt and leaned into the wind and speed.  It was always a rush.

I arrived and saw they were using the Porcelain 400 series of servobots.  They were a couple of years old but still serviceable, just surprising to see them at an upscale place like this.  I used the VisoScreen to put in my order and “Kitty” brought my order quickly.

Boss was right, the sooshi tasted like real fish.

Curious, I said, “Tell me about the extras.”

A soft chime on my comms told me 500 credits transferred as Kitty lead me down the hallway.

My boss was right about that too. (199)

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I was late last week, barely made it this week, but I love having FFF back!

Go Check out Max with IN THE LAB

And Lexi @ Eris & Psycho - The Price

And Lexi @ Exploits of Lexi - always a good read.

One day in the library

 Word Count: 140-150

Key Words: Dewey (or dewy), stacks (or stacked)

Forbidden Words: librarian

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Hurry, it’s now or never

What’s the rush?  Don’t we have all afternoon together?

We do, but Ms. Greybeard over there is only going to be gone for 140-150 seconds, just over 2 minutes.

How do you know that?

Believe me, I’ve worked here long enough to know how long my boss takes in the bathroom.

What can we do in two minutes?

Plenty, if you’d just stop talking.

Like what?

Follow me, the history stacks are better.

Why?

Because they are taller.

So what?  Hey, slow down?

No, you speed up.

Why are these stacks so special?

One, Greybeard rarely walks this far

Two, Nobody does hardcopy research

And Three, They have ladders.

I don’t get it.

Damn, you are pretty slow for a kid who’s in the library all day.

What?  Why are you climbing the ladder?

I’m looking for Dewey Decimal section 176, and hurry, please hurry!!!

(150 words)

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See Mystic Satyr for his version, and join in the fun, even if you are late.

And never miss Eris & Pyscho

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I only had one real adventure in the library stacks, so, thank you Beth, wherever you are.