Friday, September 23, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 23, 2011 ~ Love is in the Air

Ah, tis that time again, my lovelies.....Flash Fiction Friday.  Today's Fun Foto was selected by the ever lovely Betty Carlton.  As you know, the objective is for the author to write their interpretation of the photo in 100 words or less.  This is mine, but to enjoy the creative juices of my Partners in Prurient  Pedagogy, please click the following link and be lured by the authors to their blogs.  Flasher Fiction Friday

Love is in the Air


Dash's consciousness was awakening to a fierce headache (a Ruffie?), restraints and someone singing, "Love is in the Air", from the bathroom.  He writhed angrily beneath the restraints as he tried to remember what happened last night at Skinner’s Club. 

How the fuck did he end up here? .............Hmmmmm, she's got a beautiful voice........nice digs...........champagne on the night stand..............pink silk scarf over the lamp........scented candles.  
Dash relaxed.

Then he saw it.........thrown over his left foot looking like a beach blanket: bikini panties the size of a leather bra for a Volkswagon.

The singing and the shower stopped. 

“Oh, Daaaaaaaash,   ♪♫♫ …………?”

Oh, shit.....................



Sunday, September 18, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/18/2011 ~ The Story of Us

SYNOPSIS:  High school sweethearts are reunited by the Internet which results in them preparing for their own private reunion.  Having exchanged titillating emails Tanya, now 60, doesn’t want Mick to see her until it is too late for him to retreat. 
The Story of Us

She reached for Mick, but he held both her wrists above her head with his right gorgeous manly hand as his left hand continued on the pleasure cruise of his tormenting delight.

She writhed and arched, begged and pleaded, nearly cried with the agony and pleasure of the freezing pain. At once, thinking that he would put an end to the torment, he pushed her legs, muscles taunt, apart.  Hoping he would embrace her and warm her with his touch, she opened her eager legs.  With astonishing speed, he pushed ice cube after ice cube up her flared and honeyed pussy until she whimpered and surrendered to him.

Just as quickly and with precision accuracy, Mick rolled onto Tanya and drove his aching cock into her freezing pussy.


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Friday, September 16, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 16, 2011 ~ The Lover’s Future

Thank you so much for all your kind wishes for a Happy Birthday yesterday.  I so appreciated the attention.  I am as old as I have ever been and as young as I will ever be, so I am enjoying it while I can) xo
 
A few of us Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy have teamed up for a friendly challenge each week. The objective is to write a 100-word piece on a single photo, this week selected by yours truly.  Joining me today are eleven fantastic authors, who have written their own interpretation of this single picture for Flash Fiction Friday: Bonni Sansom, Benjamin Russell, Katie Harper, Lisa Worrall, Lani RheaChris QuintonPatricia Logan, Betty Carlton, Monique Marie Author, Davee S Nielson,  Jp Archer,  Rhea Archer, Sara York, Chris Power and Gemma Parkes. Please click on the embedded link in their names and visit their Blogs to read very different Flash Fiction tales based on the same photo.
The Lover's Future
A Purity Cleanse in the Garden of the Valley of Atonement followed by Crossing the River of Hiddekel must be completed before their union could be graced. The High Royals finished the Cleanse and headed, hand in hand, to the banks of the River.

The fierce weather lent a foreboding violence to the River.  Unable to take anything, including garments, from the Garden, the High Couple faced the River hesitantly.
Pure in spirit, body and mind, the lovers walked faithfully into the River and proceeded East of the Garden of Eden from the Valley of Atonement to begin our future.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/11/2011 ~ A Veteran's Valentine

Synopsis:  A young Marine, on R & R from Vietnam, is quietly seated at Luke's Lounge supper club in Northern California having a cocktail and smoking a cigar.  A beautiful woman, soaked to the bone during the hard rain, looking mean and wanting a dirty martini, arrives alone.  Moving to the full bar for a seat, the Marine rises to give her his barstool.  Unimpressed by his gentlemanly manners, she soon recognizes his chivalry, and a few other things, repaying his kindnesses.  
A Veteran's Valentine
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Dj kissing her and holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her areole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples made an appearance under her silk blouse.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that could devote some quality time to the man at hand: DJ. 


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Friday, September 9, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 9, 2011 ~ The Good Doctor and Red

Hello!!! Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy!!  It is Flash Fiction Friday again!  We have a new picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less.  Joining me today are thirteen fabulous writers armed with Prurient Pens giving their take on this fun picture.  To view the other members of Flash Fiction Friday, click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday. 


The Good Doctor and Red
Lili Ryndanhook, “Red” to her friends for her love of the color, had an appointment with the good doctor every Wednesday afternoon.  As usual, she met the doctor in his bedroom, reclined on his bed in his briefs only.  She slinked out of her dress, straddling him.  Removing his cotton underwear, his manhood sprang to release like a catapult.

“My, Dr. Wolfe, what a large cock you have!” said Red.
They both heard the garage door open.
“Shit, hurry Red! My wife is home! Out the window!”
Whereupon, Lili “Red” Rydanhook escaped out the window to go visit her grandmother.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/4/2011 ~ A Good Day of Fishing

Synopsis:  A mild manner fisherman, out on his newly purchased 18’ Sea Ray, languishes in the setting sun while lake fishing. Hearing someone singing "Rollin', rollin, rollin down the river," in the distance, he heard, moments later, an explosion nearby which forces him to rescue two stunned beauties only to discover they were Jet Skiing naked.  Feeling indebted, they repay his chivalry.


A Good Day of Fishing

          He wasn’t quite sure what was where— there were flowing strands of auburn curly and blonde straight hair, intertwined and woven between legs and arms and pussies, fingers and ruby red lips. He had never ever never in all his sixty years seen anything like this.
And the girls kept at it. They seemed to like knowing that he was watching them as they flung their hair off of their cheeks, out of the way so he could see them each separate the pink, wet lips of their soft, throbbing mounds, baring the little hard pearls of clits as they stuck their tongues in each other’s vaginas. He watched them as they skillfully drove their tongues in hard, driving circles around their clits and fully filled labia. He could not help himself, he was caught in the motion of the boat, the magic of their lovemaking, never realizing he was beating and pounding himself off as he devoured this vision of fluid passion between two of the hottest creatures he had ever seen:  Sweet Jesus....

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Friday, September 2, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 2, 2011 ~ The Wedding Reception

A few of us have teamed up for a friendly challenge each week. The objective is to write a 100-word piece on a single photo which is selected on a rotational basis and distributed to us all the week before. This is my submission...


The Wedding Reception

“Harry……………..?”



“Yeah!”


“Harry, what’re you doing dressed like that?  This is a wedding reception, not a Halloween Party!!”

“Nobody knows me there so I am going as ‘Harriet’.  I don’t often get a chance to dress up in my transsexual alter ego. And take your fucking hands off my leg!! You two are my buddies not my boyfriends!”

“I gotta get a picture of this for Facebook,” Bennie says.

“What’d you do with your Johnson……?” Charlie asks.

“I taped it up the back crack of my ass, so sitting is outta the question unless someone tells me to go fuck myself!!!”



Joining me today are ten fantastic authors, who have written their own interpretation of this single picture for Flash Fiction Friday: Bonni Sansom, Benjamin Russell, Lisa WorrallLani Rhea,  Chris Quinton, Laura Harner ,  Jp Archer,  Rhea ArcherSara York and Katie Harper. Please click on the embedded link in their names and visit their Blogs to read ten very different Flash Fiction tales based on the same photo.

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