FFF Never again

Flash Fiction Friday time!  How’s this for a challenge?  
Word Count:    275
Bonus Words:  Tell us about her high school
Required Phrase:    Not Now Mom!!!
Forbidden Word:    Wedding 
Extra Credit: Don’t take the obvious route for the week.
Pop over to Free Advice is worth what you pay for it to see what Advizor54 and the other sexy bloggers saw in this photo.  My take is below.  Enjoy! 
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My mom was trying to help.  I thought, “Not Now Mom!!” but she was intent on getting me through my anniversary.  I couldn’t deprive her of the satisfaction.  
“We can give it to the consignment shop.  I just want to see you in the outfit once more.  It was so perfect for you!”  I obliged, she took photos, and I shed everything but the veil.  
“Close your eyes!” she instructed me.  I dutifully obeyed. 
“Now tell me about that night,” she commanded.  I shuddered.  We were close but there are some things you do not tell your mother!  
“I’ve been patient.  Now spill!” she insisted.  
It had been the perfect day.  The weather, the ceremony, the food.  Our friends and family behaved.  We drove away smiling and settled in to our hotel room with the view of the lake.  
“We made sweet love…,” I started.  My brain was flooded with memories.  “He was the best lover… gentle hands, sexy mouth and he knew what to do with his equipment, Mom.”  She smiled.  
“At midnight there was a knock on the door.  His best man strode into the room and joined us in bed!” 
“Oh no!  Was that awful?” she asked.  
“On the contrary, it was fantastic!  So amazing to have two talented men pleasuring my body simultaneously!”  
“Okay… why did you leave?” 
“Well… They were touching each other, not me,” I reported.  “I said I would leave them alone to enjoy… when should I come back?  And MY HUSBAND said… ‘we don’t have to have sex again do we?’”  
“Whoa…,” my mom cursed quietly.
“And I thought to myself… no… no we don’t.” 

FFF Wookiee

It’s Flash Fiction Friday!  And there’s been a change!  Advizor54, who used to run FFF and then didn’t for awhile, is back!  And he found a fun photo to start us off.  Click over to his smart and sexy blog, Free Advice is worth what you pay for it, to see what he and other brilliant bloggers wrote about the photo.  My take is below.

Here’s this week’s challenge:

Word Count:  327
Bonus Words:   Write about The Wookie, not the man inside the suit 
Required Phrase:    “strange at first”
Forbidden Words:     movie, set, casting, “Star Wars”

Extra Credit:      Tell us about your favorite NON-Star Wars fantasy boink

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It was strange at first, seeing a human actor in a hairy suit play him on the screen.  His cousin LooBacca had written to tell him about the film the humans had made about the wild days of the Empire.  He beamed it on his com-to-com and watched with the family.  His son Lumpawaroo laughed, a little too heartily for his ego.  Lumpy had always had a strange sense of humor.  
Most of the details were wrong, as is usually the case when Hollywood tries to jazz up a story, but it was fun and made him look better than he probably had been.  He didn’t tell anyone that.  The human playing Han looked all wrong, but captured his spirit.  He wondered who had told them their story?  They made so many films!
Ah, how he missed those days!  What he wouldn’t give for another run between the asteroids with the gang.  He closed his eyes… getting all nostalgic.  The Princess gave him the best hugs!  
It did make the Earth gals hot for him – quite a bonus for an old wookiee!  They’d buy him a drink, stroke his fur and ask about his adventures.  He always told the truth.  Mostly.  Sort of.  They’d pet him like a dog, not getting that he was a fierce warrior and protector, and pretty good in the sack.  Everyone thought wookiees had small cocks.  Not true!  Now and then he’d show them.  Naughty Chewie!  But he didn’t have sex with them.  He was a family man. Mostly. And the women weren’t furry enough for his tastes!

Then there was that time he walked into the bar at a Frapatooie Hotel on the planet Zeem and got talking with Garibaldi sisters from Alaska.  Such beautiful brunettes!  Now there was some hair he could grab hold of!  They invited him upstairs to see their luxury suite, to have a soak in their tub. Mmm…. they knew how to treat a Wookiee! 

Star Wars (John Williams Is The Man) a cappella tribute medley song – Corey Vidal and Moosebutter
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lk5_OSsawz4

FFF Tomorrow

It’s time for Flash Fiction Friday!  
And there’s news!  Tom, of Three Spelling Mistakes, is ending his stint as “the guy who picks the photos and thinks up the prompt.” Huge thanks to him for giving me something strange and wonderful to write about every week!  Advizor54, of Free Advice is worth what you pay for it, is taking over again after his hiatus.  Watch his blog for next week’s prompt.  
Here’s this week’s challenge from Tom.  Check out what he and others wrote by going to his blog. My take is below.  
Word Limit: None. Go crazy!
Bonus Words: See above.
Required Word: Tomorrow
Forbidden Word: Goodbye

Extra Credit: Recycle characters used from an earlier FFF (yours or someone else’s) while I was running it!
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“We have to leave tomorrow?” she asked as they finished their walk and stared out at the vast landscape.  
“Yes.  At first light. Burning Man will be over.  We have to leave the Playa and go back to our lives,” he sighed wistfully. 
“What a week it’s been!” she sighed too.  
“Indeed.  I think I have sand in every single square inch of my body, all my clothes, and my gear and…”  he trailed off, staring at the dunes the storm had tossed up overnight. 
“Yes.  Well worth it.  To see the incredible art. Especially the Temple.  And share the delicious food. And meet so many cool people!” She gushed. 
“Oh yes,” he agreed. “I wonder if we’ll see any of them again?” 
“We’d better go back… time to get packing so we can make our departure window.” 
“Yes… we have to be sure we leave no trace.” 
“That couple you brought back to the tent last night… that will be my most memorable moment!” She stared at him.   
“Ha!  Yes… I took a chance. Thank you for rolling with it.” 
“I got the better part of that deal.  The guy was gorgeous!”  
“The woman had hidden talents.”   
“Oh really?” 
“Yes…. there was this thing with her tongue…” he whispered as he touched his lips. 
“Hmm… the guy had very talented hands,” she replied.  “Did make me appreciate you though.”
“Oh?  Well.. that’s an added bonus!” he said, surprised. 
“Yes… nice to wander but glad to get back to you,” she explained, squeezing his hand. 

FFF Ménage à trois

Happy Flash Fiction Friday!  Oooh la la!  Look at this uber-French photo Monsieur Tom has challenged us with this week!  Pop over to his blog, Three Spelling Mistakes, to see what he and other bloggers wrote about it.  My take is below.  Here’s the prompt:

Word Limit: 250
Bonus Words: All words in French are free!
Required Phrase: “Ménage à trois,” bien sûr!
Forbidden Phrase: “Let them eat (fill in the blank).” It’s still too soon for me.
Extra Credit: Tell us which historic figure you’d most like to French kiss.
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“Marquise! Marquise!  Wake up!”
My ladies maid Marie whispered fiercely, shaking my shoulder.  Too bad… I was having a lovely dream about musketeers flirting at the last ball, before the troubles started.   
“Madame, he is dead!” my maid blurted out.
“Are you sure?” I asked.  There had been four recent reports of the Marquis’ death, followed by letters assuring me he was alive and a pardon was forthcoming.   Each time, I snuck into the prison, bribed a guard and had sex with him “once last time.”  He was a great lover, but prison is not a boudoir!  
“They brought his things,” my maid said, pointing my dressing table.  I felt a stab in my heart and looked away.  Such a sad end for a man whose only crime was fealty to his king.  
“Who brought them?” I inquired. 
“Two musketeers,” she reported.
“Oooh!  Are they still here?” I asked, sitting up. 
“Yes, madame… they wish to express their condolences. Cook set out a platter and wine.”
“Dress me!  Hurry!”  She fumbled in my armoire, pulling out my wig, the jewel box and garments.  I longed to do it, but that was not proper.  She helped me – tying, buttoning, pinning – then did my face in record time.  I dashed to the salon.  The men had feasted and were reclining on the divans.  They rose and bowed low, each taking my hand to kiss and express their sympathies. 
The taller one asked how they could help me bear my grief.  I sat and they flanked me on the divan.  I lifted my skirts and explained. 

FFF Four Men

Welcome to another fantastic Flash Fiction Friday!  Tom has found another challenging photo and prompted us to write about it.  Click over to his blog, Three Spelling Mistakes, to see what he and other bloggers came up with.  My take is below.  There’s the prompt: 
Word Count: Minimum 200, Maximum 400
Bonus Words: +100 if you can explain why she’s wet… and wearing heels.
Required Word: Found
Forbidden Word: Lost

Extra Credit: How many men are in this picture?
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I love Friday mornings!  I don’t have to go to the office.  I take the dogs for a run on the beach, wave at the neighbors, then have a leisurely shower in my outdoor water room with the sun beating down on my wet skin.
My shower shoes and towel were nowhere to be found, but my silly red sky-high pumps were by the back door where I’d dropped them yesterday so I toddled into the house naked except for my bright red shoes.  I opened the windows to let in the breeze, and heard the roar of the lawn mower from next door.  
Oooh goodie!.  The lawn care team was here.  I dashed to the front steps to watch as Bobby cut the box hedge with his shirt off.  That man has a beautiful back and the best butt in four counties!  His brother Richie was on the side of the house.  People think they’re twins because they have the same birthday and look so much alike, but one night in a local bar Richie was on his fourth beer, put his hand on my knee and told me he was exactly one year older.  He made me promise not to tell.  Their dad Paul was riding the mover back and forth, keeping an eye on them so they didn’t sneak off to the beach and leave the grounds to grow wild.  Nothing like a yard full of handsome men to ogle! 
Sometimes I go back around to my back yard and lie on a chaise to dry in the sun, sipping a hazelnut iced coffee and daydreaming about the three men appearing at the fence.  Something about them watching, nudging each other, bulges growing in their work pants… mmm… and then I call one of them over to play.  He crawls onto the chaise with me and we have our fun while the others jerk off in the background.  And sometime I call the other two over and give them all a good time with my mouth and my hands and my body… being worshipped by each of them in a different hole!  Oh my!  
There was an added bonus today!  Greg, the next door neighbor, was coming in from the farmers market with a grocery bag full of corn on the cob.  They must be having a barbecue later.  Maybe I could get myself invited over.  He grills the most amazing seafood!  
I was just thinking it was a good thing none of them ever look my way when Greg glanced up.  He waved and then stared.  I waved back.  I’d been found out!  He dropped the sack.  He knelt down to gather up the wayward ears, but never took his eyes off me.  At this distance, I couldn’t tell if he was focused on my chest or top of my legs, but I could see his smile.  I enjoyed his appreciative attention.  I headed to the back yard to add a fourth man to my fantasies!  

FFF Together

Flash Fiction Friday time!  Dig the photo that Tom challenged us with this week, and pop over to Three Spelling Mistakes to see what he and other amazing bloggers made of it.  My take is below.  Here’s this week’s challenge:

Word Limit: 300
Bonus Words: +100 if it’s not a bubble boy situation.
Required Word: Together
Forbidden Word: Touch

Extra Credit: Tell us a story of a lover you just couldn’t connect with.
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I adore my new married man from Ashley Madison.  He has his own apartment during the week in the city.  It gives us time to eat, play, and shower together.  And I don’t have to worry about leaving my long hair on his sheets!  
Today we had a very special lunch.  He stopped at Rein’s Deli and brought me a Reuben sandwich, matzo ball soup and pickled herring in cream sauce, with a noodle kugel for dessert!  What a feast!  We cuddled on the couch, nibbling on delicacies and each other! 
He was worn out. I gave him a back rub in bed and let him nap for awhile.  I sat in the big chair in the corner of the bedroom reading sexy blogs on my phone and glancing over now and then to take his beautiful body, lush hair and sexy breathing.  
After 20 minutes, he stirred and held out a hand to me.  I shed my clothes in a sexy striptease.  He whistled and hooted!  I crawled into bed next to him, reaching down to discover he was already raring to go!  I flattened him and climbed on top, sliding back and forth on his gorgeous cock until he was wet with my juices and adding drops of pre-cum to the mix.  He was holding my hips, staring at my bouncing breasts, begging me to put him into my dark, hot, wet place.  I reached for the condom packet on the nightstand and rolled it into place.  I rose up and came down fast… shoving him deep inside.  Then I bounced up.  And came down again!  
He made that face he makes when he is losing control.  I slid down again and stayed… he came hard.  He pressed a finger against my clit and boom!  I exploded! I collapsed on him and we cuddled while our breathing returned to normal.  He played with my breast and nibbled on my ear… then rolled me over, pulled my ass up, tossed on another condom and took me from behind, deeper than before!  Damn… he feels so good inside me!
He headed to the shower.  I tied my hair back and trailed after him.  His shower curtain is great!  It’s clear plastic, so I can see his manly assets while he soaps up.  I leaned in to kiss him… then yanked it back and jumped in to wash his back!  Whee! 

FFF Long

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  The man who could be the new David Letterman has set us a challenge – tell the entire internet what is going on in this photo!  Pop over to Tom’s blog to see what he and other bloggers wrote about.  My take is below.  Here’s the prompt:

Word Count: 500
Bonus Words: +100 if you’re a good tipper.
Required Opening: “What took you so long?”
Forbidden Word: Honeymoon

Extra Credit: Set the story in the most recent place where you stayed overnight in a hotel.
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She was starving!  Nothing like a hot romp to spur her appetite!  He was passed out face down on the bed next to her.  She pulled a bloom from the bouquet he’d brought, stroked his shining, damp skin from his neck down to his tailbone.  He didn’t stir.  She smacked him a couple of times, let the thorns make little welts… nothing.  He was definitely asleep.  Just because they had been shagging for four hours… sheesh!  She wanted more! 
She pulled the room service menu off the nightstand, thumbed through the pages.  Mmm…. New England clam chowder.  A  hot-buttered lobster roll.  Cape Cod potato chips.  Chocolate cake.  And the cheesecake.  Wonder what he’d want?  She ordered two of everything, and the filet mignon for them to split.  She got iced tea and ordered him a couple Heineken.  Ha!   Great sex gave her the munchies.  
She placed the order.  They said it would be about 30 minutes.  What the heck was she supposed to do in a hotel room alone for half an hour?  She got up and paced around the suite, stepping gingerly over their luggage and clothing strewn here and there in the rush to be together.  She finally plopped down into the overstuffed chair to gaze out at the lights on the lake.  She closed her eyes and put her feet on the a/c unit, letting the cool air waft over her naked skin.  She squeezed her breast then trailed a finger lower… marveling at how she was still so hot for him.  She tried to decided which of their positions she wanted to repeat… or whether to teach him something new?  Maybe she’d get out the toys.  Hmmm… choices, choices.  He was such an eager student, inexperienced but naturally talented, with deft fingers and a mouth that made her soar!  More oral… that might be the answer.  She wondered how long they’d have to wait after they ate?  Was there a one-hour rule like with swimming? 
She decided she’d better put on something to answer the door, so she slipped back into her black lingerie, stocking, even the fuck-me-pumps on her feet.  She was about to slip her little black dress over her head when there was a knock and the muffled “Room service” through the door.  She looked through the peephole and saw a stunningly handsome young man.  She debated whether to get more dressed or less, the decided not to change a thing, tossed the dress on the desk chair and opened the door. 
She stared into his eyes and knew immediately what she was going to do.  She watched him roll the cart into the room, ogling his tight back side.  He studiously avoided looking at her. 
“Good evening.  Do you want me to set up the table and unwrap everything?” he asked cheerfully in his bed customer service voice. 
“No…leave it,” she replied.  She walked over until she 2was right beside, inhaled the tantalizing smell of the food, then his manly scent.  She took his hand and pressed it to her breast as she backed him up against the wall and had her way with him, taking off his clothes, exploring his body finally settling on her knees to suck him to ecstasy! 
“I was worried when you didn’t answer the door.  What took you so long?”

FFF Melody

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time again!  Tom posts a cheery photo (with cock!) and challenged us to write about it!  Whee!  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other bloggers did with this prompt:
Word Count: 250
Bonus Words: +50 if you tell us the last three songs you listened to
Required Word: Melody
Forbidden Words: Ke$ha, Miley, Rihanna
Extra Credit: Before writing, get up and dance to your favorite song!

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“Why are you grinning?” Karen asked.  We were in the pasta aisle of the grocery store on a quiet Tuesday evening, picking up a few items after a lovely dinner out.  
“Was I?  Hmmm… listen to the music,” I instructed. “….I’m bringing sexy back…. those other fellas don’t how to act…”.  She knows it’s my favorite dance tune.  We shimmied down the tile between the Ragu and the Classico. 
“There’s more… tell me!” She demanded.  As the Musak switched over to the melancholy “…quarter after 1 and I NEED YOU NOW…” I answered. 
“Remember that DJ at the beach club – Esteban?”  
“Oooh… he was dreamy.  But he wasn’t interested in girls?” she drooled. 
“He was interested in me,” I admitted.  
“TELL!” Karen shouted so loud the clerk at the head of the cereal aisle leaned around to see if we were alright. The Musak clicked over to “Hips Don’t Lie” and we bopped to Shakira while I told my story. 
“That night in July… you left with… Riccardo?”  She nodded.  
“Tim drank too much.  I told him to sleep it off in his car and danced some more.  Esteban got off work and asked if I wanted to hear the latest Marc Anthony, so we went into his dressing room.  He gave me his headphones.  I sat on the couch while he was changing. The music was so hot… so smooth…”
“What happened?!” Karen whispered.  
“He sat down next to me naked. And switched to my favorite tune… he knows I adore ‘Sexy Back.”
“Whooo boy!  What did you do?”  
“I took off my sundress and gave him the sassiest blow job of his life,” I confessed. 
“Damn… did he…” she pushed for details.
“Oh yes… yum,” I answered, licking my lips.
“You naughty girl!  No wonder you’re smiling!”

FFF Nice body

Flash Fiction Friday time!  Tom posts a photo and challenges us to write something about it!  Whee!  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other bloggers did with this prompt:

Word Limit: 300 words
Word Bonus: +100 for every person in the room not in the picture
Required Phrase: “Nice body”
Forbidden Word: Juice

Extra Credit: Tell us your favorite story that started with a glass of wine.
Here’s my scribbling.  Enjoy! 
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“I want to marry him… I do!  I think… I love him so it makes sense to make it official, right?” my sister Tonya was drunk and rambling, hours before her wedding. She was pacing back and forth wearing a hole in the hotel suite carpet.  
“Sure.  You should sleep,” I suggested.  “You want to look your best!” 
“Can’t.  Too nervous.  You don’t have to sit up with me, it’s okay.”
“I’m not sleepy either.  I napped while you dressed.  You want to watch HBO? or I got the ‘Frozen’ DVD today,” I offered. 
“I couldn’t concentrate.  He loves me, I know he does. You think he does?” she pondered aloud. 
“He does,” I reassured her.  “He looks completely smitten.”  
“He is so sweet… with a nice body and he has a gorgeous cock.  I’m doing the right thing,” she told herself for the seventeenth time.  “I need another glass of wine,” she said, strolling off to the mini-bar.  Whoo… nothing like TMI from my drunk sister! 
“I’ll get it!” I insisted, heading her off and pouring a glass of water with some cranberry juice. She wouldn’t notice.  She did not need any more booze!  
I gave her the glass, guided her to the couch, and made a quick trip to the bathroom.  When I came back, she watching porn on the TV!  Hah!  An unusually handsome man was going down on a gorgeous redhead… great camera work!  Tonya was pressing her fingers against the crotch of her panties.  I needed some air.  
I went out on the balcony and looked at the city lights.  The warm breeze was soothing.  
I went back inside and she was gone!  I looked in her bedroom… checked my bedroom.  Then checked the balcony.  Nothing!  Argh!  It was my turn to pace. 
She came back 15 minutes later with two men!  One blonde, one dark… I vaguely recognized them from the rehearsal dinner… waiters.  They were laughing, taking turns kissing her and groping!  They went directly to her bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothing.  She motioned me to join them but that’s not my thing!  They looked harmless enough.  If this is how she wanted to spend to last moments as a single woman… whatever!
I went to my bedroom at the far end of the suite.  I could still hear them, moaning and laughing.  I turned on some smooth jazz. A few sounds filtered through but it was much better.  I went to get a diet Coke… one of the men was naked, up against the wall… nice shoulders!  Tonya was giving him a first class blow job.  Whee!  
“Hey…Sis… join us?” the man offered between ragged breaths.  I shook my head and scurried back to my room, locking the door.  I curled up on the floor leaning against the far wall rocking to the beat.  Finally I didn’t hear anything more.  I ventured out to get some chips.  Tonya was back to pacing. 
“I’m done… you can have them now.” 

FFF Suit

Welcome to another exciting edition of Flash Fiction Friday, where Tom tantalizes us with a sexy photo and we tell you what we see!  Be sure to click over to his blog, Three Spelling Mistakes to see what he and others wrote.  My take is below.  Here’s this week’s challenge: 
Word Limit: 200
Word Bonus: +10, per inch, of the biggest cock you’ve ever handled
Required Word: Suit
Forbidden Words: Penis, Cock, Prick, Dick, Dork, Dong, Pecker, Johnson, Wang, Elvis

Extra Credit: What does he do for a living?
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There was a tap on my office door and I looked up as my assistant stepped into the room. “Sarah… the next one you’re interviewing for the project manager position is in the conference room.  But you can’t hire this one,” she instructed me. 
“Why not?” I asked.  She never says stuff like that. 
“He’s too Handsome… with a capital H!!”  She sighed.  “He’s got it all… smile, shoulders, abs, ass and a huge…” 
“Esther!  You can’t say that.  Looks have nothing to do with the hiring process!  I can’t write ‘too good looking’ on the form when HR asks me why this candidate didn’t get called back,” I protested.  
“But he will be trouble.  Mark my words.  It was all I could do not to lock the door and have my way with him!  I wanted to suck his dick so bad!” She warned me. 
“Esther!  I’m shocked!  I’ve never heard you talk like this!  What did you drink for lunch?!”  We both giggled. 
“I had a diet Coke, same as always.  Seriously, Sarah… his dark suit fits him perfectly.  He made me lose my reason!” She explained. 
“Well… I should be fine, then.  Our tastes in men have always been polar opposites.  Remember that skinny guy in Accounting you thought was a dreamboat?  Bleh!”  I reminded her.  
“You’d better go… shouldn’t keep him waiting too long.  Might as well get it over with,” she told me.  I gathered his resume, the job description and my interview questions sheet, heading off down the hall.  
I cracked the conference door to get a look at him before he could see me, see what made Esther act so strangely. 
She was right.  I stepped into the room and locked the door. 
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290 words.  🙂