FFF - 1/10/14 - The Glass Ball

Stacy and Joe meandered through they shops they found in a hidden alley on St. Martin.  Stacy wore her orange bikini with a matching choker around her neck and matching  sarong tied around her hips. While every man they passed turned to look at her, Joe seemed not to notice.  His eyes were glued to his iPhone and had been from the time they got off the ship. There was no cell service on their cruise ship, so he used every shore excursion to catch up on work, email, and whatever else he did. Stacy was never sure what he was doing on that thing.

Stacy was clearly frustrated at his lack of attention.  She stepped into a small glass shop and pulled him in with her. She moved toward the back of the shop, which was only six feet away, and she untied her bikini top and tucked it into her bag.  She reached out to the nearest shelf and picked up a beautiful glass ball, turned toward Joe and said, "Don't you think this is a particularly nice piece?"

Joe mumbled, "Yeah, get it," without even looking up. Stacy sighed.

Then a voice came from behind another shelf. "It's very nice, but not nearly as beautiful as the woman holding it."  She turned and saw an attractive man, probably in his 40's, admiring her. That got Joe's attention,, and he rushed to Stacy's side, took the glass ball from her hands and ordered her, to put her top back on. She did so very slowly. The attractive man came over and helped her tie the strings behind her neck.  Joe just stared.

Before she left the shop, she grabbed the glass ball and paid for it.  She smiled at the attractive man as she left the shop.

As they stepped into the alley, Joe put his phone in his pocket and his arm around his wife.

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FFF 11/15 - The Photograph

It's time for my contribution to Flash Fiction Friday. Visit Advisor54's site to see how others addressed this scrumptious photo prompt. His challenge was to make him come in 100 words. I stole a few more.

If he were here I am pretty sure I could make him come with substantially fewer than 100 words; however, considering the distance I'm thinking that only a teenage boy could come that quick....and what's the virtue in coming so fast, anyway? I prefer to take my time.

Here it is.  I give you The Photograph.

The photo was the only memento she had from their night together. It reminded her of his strength and forcefulness, but it couldn't show the way he had slowly and meticulously prepared her for that moment when the timer snapped the picture.

It was the way he deftly touched and kissed her all over - everywhere - not letting her move or object, that took her breath away. By the time the camera clicked, she was dizzy, nearly blind with passion. Her body had taken over and was responding only to him and the pleasure he was giving her. Time disappeared. When he had exacted every last orgasm her body could produce, he was gone.

It was the best night of her life, and all that remained was a photo.


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FFF 8/16/13 - Who's Watching?

I couldn't have been in the restroom for more than 3 minutes and I came out to find her already riding my husband. Couldn't she have waited a few minutes? I thought this was something we were going to do together.  That's what he told me, at least.

"C'mon, Katie," he said. "It'll be fun! And you've been telling me for months that you think Steve is hot."

That was true, but thinking he's hot and watching his young girlfriend bouncing on my husband are two completely different things.

I wanted to cry.  Maybe it was because Joe looked like he was really getting into it. Is she better than me?  Maybe it was because I felt left out.  Maybe it was because something that was supposed to be fun now felt like an obligation, something that I had to get through so I could get out of there. 

Maybe I was just in over my head.  Maybe I was just not cut out for this kind of kinky stuff.

I slipped out my mother-of-the-bride gown and Steve finally looked up at me and smiled. I walked over and he stood and kissed me.  Very nice, but I was still self-conscious. 

He sat me on the couch and took off my bra and my panties. I felt so exposed and, compared to his 20-something girlfriend who was coming for the second time across the room, old.

Steve put me at ease by slowly kissing my neck, my breasts, moving further down my body.  As he did, he said, "I know in the reception I said that my son was the luckiest man alive, but I lied." Then, just as he plunged his tongue inside me he moaned, "I am."

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It's Flash Fiction Friday! Here is the prompt for today that goes along with the photo:

Word Length = 200
Required Word = Obligation
Forbidden Words = Payment, Prediliction, Prostitution
Extra Credit = Make it personal
Bonus Words = 25 extra for explaining the tuxedos, 25 more if this isn't about the money

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FFF - Lighten Up!

Derek had been her best friend long before she introduced him to her roommate, Lisa. In the 8 years that she had known him, he had become like a brother to her.  There was no one she trusted more.  He was always the first call she made when she needed help. He was always there for her. And now he was dating Lisa.

Derek spent the night the night before, which was becoming more and more common. Lisa had to go to work early, waving at Sarah who was eating breakfast in their little kitchenette on her way out.

Sarah laughed as Derek stumbled out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.

"Looks like you had another sleepless night," she said. "That's what it sounded like, too." She giggled and took another bite of cereal.

"Whatever," he grunted as he poured himself a cup of coffee. He sat down at the table and they started to chat about their plans for the day.

After a few minutes, he wanted more coffee and she wanted to put her cereal bowl away, and they both stood up at once and ran into each other. She looked up into his eyes and he looked down into hers.  They both froze. Neither said anything. His expression transformed from blank to confused to predatory.

Then he kissed her - forcefully, deeply, hungrily. She didn't think at all.  She just started pulling off his shirt, then hers, and then there was a flurry of activity as they tried to keep kissing while they pulled off their clothes and tossed them aside.

He pushed her over the table, forcing her to bend at the waist, and he drove into her from behind before she had a chance to grab onto the edges of the table. They both moaned loudly as he entered her.

He reached under her and started stroking her clit.  She responded by grinding against his hand and bucking back against his cock. She came quickly, surprising herself as well as Derek, and he wasn't far behind, pounding her mercilessly until his relief finally came.

After, they both collapsed on the floor, saying nothing, not even looking at each other at first.

Derek was the first to speak. "Wow," he said. "Did you see that coming?

"Nope," said Sarah, still looking straight ahead.

"I didn't see it coming,"he said, "but I've always wanted it to."

That was the beginning of a long discussion.  They decided to lay down on the floor and relax as they talked, kissing each other sweetly every now and then.

Without warning, Lisa burst through the door and ran into the kitchen saying, "I forgot my.....," her voice trailing off as she saw them.


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By the way, I went over the word limit, but I don't care. LOL.

Flash Fiction Friday - Only Filtered Light

When she arrived at his room, she saw a blindfold hanging on the door knob with a note attached.

"Put on the blindfold and knock on the door."

Now she was really scared. She met him an hour ago in a chat room for UCLA students and now she was standing at his door, sans panties, about to blindfold herself and turn herself over to him. She wondered what she had been thinking, but even as she wondered, she put on the blindfold and knocked on the door.

She heard the door open and someone took her hand and pulled her inside. As soon as the door clicked shut behind her, he whispered in her ear, "Take off your clothes."

She complied quickly, sliding out of her shoes, slipping her jeans down, taking off her sheer over-blouse and pulling off her tank top. She felt him slide her over-blouse back on her arms.

"Keep this on," he said, and he took her hand again, leading her across the room.

There were so many things she wanted to say, but he had clearly instructed her not to speak unless her asked her a question, so she held back.

"Get on the bed," he said. "It's right in front of you."

She reached out and felt it and started to sit.

"On your hands and knees," he snapped.

She scurried into position. He sat on her back and starting binding her ankles when there was a knock on the door.  Quickly cinching the knot he told her, "Stay," and he got up to answer the door.

She turned her head toward the sound of the footsteps but all she could see through the blindfold was filtered light. She heard greetings.  At least four men walked in.  Then she heard one speak above the others.

"So, who's first?"

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Flash Fiction Friday 2-17-12: "A Ballet on Silk Sheets"

Daunt here. This will be the first time I've participated in Flash Fiction Friday. This weeks rules are to write about the photo below using 100 words or less, and include the word "folded". Let's see how we do.

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Lust, tension, and primal urgency well up within him. His body was on its own course now, no longer accepting directives from his mind. Looking down he finds her face glowing with passion and desire. With her legs folded beneath him he basks in the sensation of a final powerful thrust. Shuddering, he closes his eyes. He gently slips from her and sits back. Slowly his eyes open settling on the rose. His heart swells with emotion awestruck at her submission, but he begins to wonder, had he become the slave?

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