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