FFF – The Witness

It’s Flash Fiction Friday!  I am so excited to report that Advizor54 is back as host!  I want to give him a sassy welcome back.  Join me!  Write something pithy and post it with the photo!  Pop over to his blog to see what he and others saw in it.  The prompt and my take are below.  Enjoy! 
Key Word – Waiting
Word Limit -250 exactly
No extra words

Forbidden Words – boredom, enui
Beverly Clark: We need a witness to our lives. There’s a billion people on the planet… I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you’re promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things… all of it, all of the time, every day. You’re saying ‘Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness’.” 
from Shall We Dance (2004)
How long had it been since he noticed me?  Touched me?  Hmmm.. too damn long.  
No one believes that a man will turn down sex.  I tried everything to get him to notice me and do something about it. 
• Cooking his favorite dinner and offering myself for dessert.
• Wearing sexy lingerie.  
• Wearing new perfume he’d given me. 
• Bringing home his favorite beer.  
• Sharing sexy videos.
• Chatting with him fresh from the shower, naked, in the bedroom, on a Saturday morning when we didn’t have to be anywhere!  
Still nothing!  I gave up. 
I connected with a man on Ashley Madison.  We met for coffee.  He made me laugh.  He didn’t sit there reading Facebook!  We met for lunch.  He invited me to his favorite bed & breakfast.  
He texted me that the door was open – he was out getting condoms and chocolates!  I shed my skirt and panties, sat on the couch.  Suddenly I heard his car.  I stayed there.  Exposed.  Needy.  Waiting. 

FFF Broad Daylight

It’s Flash Fiction Friday!  Time for me to gaze at the sexy photo Advizor54 posted to challenge bloggers to write a pithy post!  Pop over to his blog to see what he and others saw in it.  The prompt and my take are below.  Enjoy! 
Key Phrase: “But we just met”
Word Limit: 300
Forbidden Words: Alley, Knees, Whore
Bonus Words:  Make it in the daytime
Extra Credit:  Tell us the dirtiest place you’ve ever had sex

“Those Cosmic Choos look fantastic on you… they match your dress perfectly!” I whispered to her reverently.  She looked up at me with big sad eyes and smiled wistfully. 
I had noticed her immediately when she came in to the store, wearing the perfect little black dress that hugged her taut thighs… a tall brunette who made every man turn and stare, wondering what those thighs would feel like wrapped around him.  She went straight for the Jimmy Choo rack, and sat on the little bench, trying on the various black shoes, then the tan ones… finally a black suede pair.  She went back to the classic black and sat staring at them for a long time.  She reminded him of a girl he dated in high school.  Or Princess Katherine, who also favors Jimmy Choo.  I couldn’t resist going over and speaking to her.  
“I can’t afford them… just came in to try them on… and torture myself,” she admitted as she stared at the $600 price tag.  
“They’re on sale!” I pointed to the “Summer Clearance – 50% Off!!!!” banner on the wall. 
She sighed and shook her head.  “Still too much,” she whispered, looking away.  Suddenly she looked back and grinned, batting her eyelashes. 
“Could you buy them with your employee discount?” she asked.  I calculated the amount quickly in my head… less than $250.  Hmmm… 
“Why would I do that?” I asked back, trying to figure out what she was up to.  
“I could… um… do something for you,” she giggled and winked!  The cheek!  
“But we just met!” I gasped, then felt stupid.  A gorgeous woman was offering me sexual favors at a very reasonable price!
“Take me somewhere more private?” She coaxed.  “Let me… make you feel good.”  This was an offer I could not refuse.   

FFF Entrance

Happy Flash Fiction Friday!  It’s time once again to check out the photo Advizor54 posted to inspire us to write a short sexy something to share.  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other salacious sexy bloggers saw and leave comments!  My take is below.  Enjoy!

Here’s this week’s challenge:

Keywords: entrance or exit, but not both.
Forbidden words: blindfold, slave, slut
Bonus words: tell us about your first experience with a blindfold or sensory deprivation.
Extra credit: put more than two people in the room, but don’t let the extras touch.
Word count: 150 words from her perspective and 150 from another


She paused for a moment and the camera clicked as she made her grand entrance through the French doors.  She heard an appreciative sigh from the cameraman and her co-star’s gasp.  She fought back her nerves.  When she saw the lingerie laid out in the dressing room, she wondered where the rest of it was!  But that was the way this film was going be.  The costume people had outdone themselves – this get-up was sure to get the tabloid rumors flying.  There had been wild speculation about who would play the part, but she had landed it!  These were the first images to be released.  They’d played at disguising her, to let people guess for a day or so, then the big reveal of her name would be announced, and the trailer would debut.  There would be interviews on the top talk shows.  Whee!  Her life would never be the same.  

He couldn’t help but gasp when she made her entrance.  She was the entire package they promised when he signed for this role – a classic beauty, enhanced by the wizards in hair and makeup… but he couldn’t take his eyes off her perky nipples and landing strip!  He was going to touch her in both places!  He was supposed to be working but he couldn’t help stiffening.  He’d get that under control soon, but for now he could use it to make the promo photos more interesting.  A bulge would perk up this blasted boring suit and tie they’d stuffed him into.  He couldn’t wait for them to get on with shooting the more intimate scenes so he could get out of the formal threads.  They’d only scratched the surface for the trailer, but best was coming up soon.  His life would never be the same.

“Fifty Shades of Grey” trailer

FFF – One More Time

Time for Flash Fiction Friday!  Advizor54 found this picture on the Twitter feed of When Dusk Settles and challenged us to write about it this week!  Check out his blog to see what he and other bloggers wrote about it.  My scribbling is below.

Here’s the prompt:

Key Words: One More Time
Word Limit: 269
Forbidden Words: Professor, Tears, Road
Extra Credit: Take off your shirt as you write
Bonus Words: Send someone a picture of you writing
“Was she beautiful when you first met her, way back then?” I asked my dad.  He smiled wistfully. 
“Yes. Of course.  I’ll never forget how we’d walk in these woods after class, her hurrying me along, taking off bits of clothing to tease me, make me walk faster, knowing I was going to… well… you know… we were going to….” he blushed.  My dad was such a prude!  I’m  married with two kids and he still can’t talk about sex.  
“Was it really okay to go out with a teacher back then?” I asked.  He had told me this story many times but I delighted in hearing it one more time. 
“Well… we had to be careful, but it wasn’t such a big deal back then.  She was the first woman who got tenure in the department.  I picked her class not knowing it was taught by a gorgeous brunette!”  He got that besotted look, as he always did when talking about my  mother.  
“I wish… she was here to walk with us,” I told him.  He smiled.  “What I wouldn’t give to see her in the sunlight.” 
“Sometimes I think I hear her laughing, when we’re out here on a sunny spring afternoon like this.  I turn and I think I see…” 
“I know, Dad,” I patted his arm and tried to think of some other subject to raise. 
“She had the best tits, just like Sophia Loren!” He hooted.  “And she didn’t care who saw them when she was in a mood!”  I blushed a little myself at that!  
“Aww, Dad.  You are such a poet!” 

FFF Freedom

Happy Independence Day!  There’s a strange feeling in Boston for the holiday this year, because they moved the annual Boston Pops Concert and fireworks to last night due to the approach of Hurricane Arthur and its torrential rains expected today.  What are we supposed to do with no fireworks and no barbecue?  Oh… right… I can write a “Flash Fiction Friday!”  
Here’s this week’s photo and challenge from Advizor54’s site.  Go over there to see what he and other blogs wrote to celebrate our great nation’s birthday!  I chose this photo from his three options because she reminds me of me!  Many years ago but… Enjoy!  
  • Key Phrase: “Let Freedom Ring”
  • Word Limit:  294
  • Forbidden Words: Independance, Revolution
  • Extra Credit:  Tell me how I came up with the word limit
  • Bonus Words: Tell us about a special holiday Romp


I sat on the front of the boat.. oh, excuse me… should use boating terms today.. the bow!  Nothing but beautiful blue ocean and sun and… the gaggle of 20-somethings my niece had invited to help us celebrate the holiday.  Boating is not my thing… the sun is my enemy.  But I go along, toss on a big hat and Neutrogena spf 70 sunblock, long-sleeves and slacks and relax.  My sister settles me in a quiet spot, hands me lemonade and grapes and I watch the wet world go by.  Hours pass.  
The kids dove into the ocean, floating and frolicking in the icy water about 50 feet from the boat.  My sister and brother-in-law were sitting in… hmmm… the stern!  
A gorgeous blond burly boy… oops.. young man… plopped down beside me.  He was wearing red white and blue Speedo shorts.  I looked him up and down.  He smiled, brazen in his knowledge that I liked what I saw.  
“No swimming?” I inquired, wondering why he hadn’t joined his friends. 
“Sharks,” he said calmly.  That was silly but I wasn’t going to argue. 
He pulled his phone out and thumbed through photos.  I shamelessly watched.  They were photos of models in red white and blue swimsuits!  When he got to a particularly buxom brunette beauty, I pointed. 
“That one… I looked like that at your age,” I winked.  His eyes grew wide as he stared at the photo, then at my chest, obviously wondering what was under all my layers. 
“Show me,” he winked back, waving at my breasts.  I shook my head. 
“Please?  Come on… ‘let freedom ring’ and all that,” he cajoled me.  “I’ll get you off,” he promised boldly, wiggling his eyebrows.  How could I resist such an sexy offer? 

FFF: Choo choo

Happy Friday!  It’s summer time in Boston and the living is easy!  It’s time for another Flash Fiction Friday, when a gaggle of bloggers reveal what they saw in the photo posted by the fantastic and frisky Advizor54!  Join in!  Pop over to “Free Advice is worth what you pay for it” to see what a bunch of folks wrote!  My scribblings are below: 
Here’s this week’s challenge: 
Key Words:  Parting, Station 
Word Limit:  200 
Forbidden Words:   Discreet, Forbidden, Tryst

Extra Credit:  Name the train and the destination
“All aboard!” The conductor shouted as the last passengers scurried along the platform with a parting wave to their loved ones.  
“Amtrak’s Silver Star to Raleigh…Columbia, Savannah…Jacksonville, Orlando, Tampa aaaaannnnndd Miami FLORIDA”! he intoned.  “Final call!”  
I wended my way through the cars to my berth.  The porter checked me in, and stowed my bags as the train rumbled out of the station with a long horn blast.  “You cut it close Mr. Alcott.  Drinks in the club car,” he said. 
“Thank you, Sprite,” I replied.  He was my favorite porter – a large, gentle man in his 40th year of service.
“I’ll order in,” I mused. 
“No, sir.  You go walking.  See the… scenery,” he instructed.  
“Oh?” I queried, raising an eyebrow.  
“Oh yes sir,” he smiled.  “If you like legs, and a sassy attitude,” he winked.  I strode off to investigate.  
I’m more of a breast man, but maybe she’ll be entertaining?  Never gotten laid on the train, but that could change.  I got hard thinking of rocking to the gentle rhythm of the rails with a soft body beneath me. 
I saw her lithe legs immediately when I entered the club car. Worth the walk indeed! 

FFF World Cup

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  Take a look at the sexy .gif above, provided by the FFF host, Advizor54 from Free Advice is worth what you pay for it.  What does it make you think about?  Click over to see what he made of the photo.  And there are links to other bloggers too!   Also, that’s where the weekly prompts are posted, so you can join in!  My take is below.  Here’s the challenge:
Key Words:  Prediction, Outcome
Word Limit:  369 words, ’cause I like 69
Forbidden Words:   Soccer, game, ball(s)


“Hey Kevin!  How are you doing today?” Bob greeted me as I stumbled into the office at 9:35 am.   
“Shhh… you don’t have to shout,” I whispered.  My head was pounding!  The office was too bright and every noise made me want to barf. 
“Tough night?” Bob asked solicitously.  
“It was great until… um… I don’t remember,” I replied, struggling to piece together how the evening ended.  “My neighbors are from Brazil, and there was this big outdoor party for the opening match of the World Cup, with a lot of meat on the grill and beer and beautiful women. I don’t know what the outcome will be, but the prediction I heard is Brazil will win.” 
“Oh that sounds so rough!” Bob chuckled.  I put my head on my desk.  I never drink anymore and I forgot how nasty a hangover can be.  Pure misery.  
“It was a super party – they went all out.  Even hired a panda bear – that’s the World Cup mascot – you know, some guy in a bear suit, to make the kids laugh,” I remembered.  
“Yuck.. I wouldn’t want that gig on a warm night.  Couldn’t pay me enough!” Bob pointed out emphatically. 
“Yeah… I… well… it turns out it wasn’t a guy,” I told him.  I managed a perverted smile.  
“What?  There was a gal in the suit?” Bob asked. This was clearly blowing his mind.  “How did you find that out?” 
“Well… she had to… go to the little girls room and she needed help – there’s no trap door back there to heed nature’s call!  She whispered in my ear and led my off to the bathroom to assist her!” I explained as Bob’s eyes got wide. 
“Wow… you have all the luck!” Bob whistled. 
“It’s true.  But it gets better,” I teased him, grinning as the memory flooded back.  I got hard all over again thinking how I helped her out of the costume, and she helped me out of my shorts!  I was remembering her skillful gloved hands and hot mouth… damn.  
“Better?” Bob was puzzled now.  “What happened?” 
“Oh yeah… you won’t believe what she was… or rather wasn’t wearing under that suit!” 

FFF Her Prayers

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  Take a look at the photo provided by the FFF host, Advizor54 from Free Advice is worth what you pay for it.  What does it make you think about?  Click over to see what he made of the photo.  And there are links to other bloggers too!   Also, that’s where the weekly prompts are posted, so you can join in!  My take is below.  Here’s the challenge:

Word Count:  5 verses of 4 lines each
Required Word:  Devotion
Forbidden Work:  Servant
Extra Credit;  Name her Faith
Bonus Words:  Tell us about the last time you were on your knees.


Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take 
A Collect for Protection
O God, the life of all who live, the light of the faithful, the strength of those who labor, and the repose of the dead: 
We thank you for the blessings of the day that is past, and humbly ask for your protection through the coming night.
Bring us in safety to the morning hours; 
through him who died and rose again for us, your Son our Savior Jesus Christ. Amen.
May His great Name grow exalted and sanctified
in the world that He created as He willed.
May He give reign to His kingship in your lifetimes and in your days,
and in the lifetimes of the entire Family of Israel,swiftly and soon Amen

May His great Name be blessed forever and ever.
Blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,
mighty, upraised, and lauded be the Name of the Holy One
Blessed is He. beyond any blessing and song, praise and consolation that are uttered in the world. Amen
Blessed be the mother goddess, by all her many names.
May she bless my family and friends.
May she bless the animals of the world,
and all people everywhere.
“What was all that?” he asked quietly. 
“It’s the prayers…  From my childhood, the Anglicans, the Jews, the Wiccans…I know more but it’s late.”  
“Covering lots of bases, eh?” he observed dryly, trying not to chuckle at her heartfelt devotion. 

“Yes… might as well,” she shrugged.  “Maybe one of them will bring him back to me.”

FFF Mobile

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  Take a look at the photo provided by the FFF host, the seriously distracted Advizor54 from Free Advice is worth what you pay for it.  What does it make you think about?  Click over to see what he made of the photo.  And there are links to other bloggers too!   Also, that’s where the weekly prompts are posted, so you can join in!  My take is below.  Here’s the challenge:
Word Count:  250
Bonus Words:  Tell us about your last naughty phone call (+50)
Required Phrase:  Put the phone down
Forbidden Word:   Answer, Respond
Extra Credit:  Make a naughty phone call from work, or to someone at work
7:15 pm To Chuck from her: Sorry.  Working late.  Hope to be home by 9 pm. 
7:17 pm from her: Oh no!  I made your favorite lasagna bolongese!  
7:20 pm from Chuck:  Sorry.  It’ll keep, right? 
7:21 pm from her: Yes.  Sure.  I just… hurry home! Love you. 
8:15 pm To Chuck from her: You still at work? 
8:22 pm from Chuck: Yes.  Sorry.  Wrapping up now.  Be there in an hour. 
8:23 pm from her: Be careful, rain is awful.  
10:15 pm To Chuck from her: Where are you?  Tell me you aren’t still at work?! 
10:17 pm from Chuck: No!  Sorry.  Stuck in traffic.  
10:18 pm from her: ETA? 
10:19 pm from Chuck: awhile. bad crash.  Road closed. 
10:20 pm from her: oh no!  dinner is going to be so cold
10:24 pm from Chuck: Sorry.  Pack it up, I’ll nuke it when I get there. 
10:26 pm from her: Okay.  I’m sleepy.  See you in the morning. 
10:28 pm from Chuck:  Thanks.  Got to put the phone down and drive. 
“Did she believe you?” the blond beauty asked.  
“Sure.  She doesn’t suspect,” Chuck replied.  “I’ll be good until traffic clears.  My buddy Bobby is stuck in it… he’ll call when he gets moving.” 
“We can go upstairs now?” the redhead asked.
“Yes, of course… in a sec,” Chuck replied, glancing down at his phone.  “Just let me check one more thing.”

FFF Bear Naked

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  Take a look at the photo provided by the FFF host, the hot and cuddly blogger Advizor54 from Free Advice is worth what you pay for it.  What does it make you think about?  Click over to see what he made of the photo.  Really.  Go see.  He’s quite something!  And there are links to other bloggers too!   My take is below.  Here’s the challenge:

Word Count:  313
Bonus Words: Make the bear talk
Required Phrase:    Hey There Boo Boo!
Forbidden Word:    Ranger, Stuffed, Lonely

Extra Credit:  Keep her alone


One of those days.  New boss being a total bitch just because she can.  You’ve met the type – the bean counter who impresses the higher-ups because she knows her way around a budget but doesn’t know the first thing about working with people?  
And my Ashley Madison guy forgot our meet at the bar after work and forgot to tell me.  So I sat there alone for 40 minutes revving myself up so I’d be ready and wet and… nothing.  I texted twice. He finally wrote back… “Oops!  Sorry… busy.  Later baby.”  I hate it when men call me baby.  What am I supposed to do with all this horny goodness?!  
I headed to the subway, watching the couples headed out for the evening, chanting, “Tomorrow will be better.  It will be fine,” to myself.  At least the trolley was less crowded with the rush hour over.  I fantasized about the early days when the AM guy texted me 75 times a day and would be waiting at the bar and take me to dinner and a hotel and pound me into next week until I couldn’t remember my name!  
I stumbled off the train and strolled up the street, facing the long, quiet Memorial Day weekend, stepping carefully around the piles of discarded household items left by neighbors moving out.  I kept an eye out for anything salvageable.  I don’t need more stuff, but sometimes there is a plum chair or a box of books that I can save from the garbage to pass on to a friend or the church rummage sale. 
The bear caught my eye way down the block, perched on top of a pile of furniture – a huge teddy bear!  I picked him up.  “Hey there Boo Boo!”  
I am a sucker for stuffed animals.  Especially bears.  I usually go for panda bears, but this guy was so cute… wrapped my arms around him.  So huggable.  I could not resist.  I cuddled him all the way home. 
I tossed off my clothes and settled down with him on the floor to look him over for bugs or stray hairs.  He was totally clean!  I smiled at him and he smiled back. 
“So… are we gonna get it on or what?” he said.  I was a little taken aback.  Maybe all the stress at work has made me insane? 
“That’s not a very nice way to start,” I kidded him.  
“You’re so hot, I lost my manners!” he wolf-whistled.
This was getting interesting!