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FFF Fury


It’s Flash Fiction Friday time, when the talented Tom from Three Spelling Mistakes inspires us to write with a provocative photo!  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other wonderful writers made of this photo.  My take is below. 

Here’s this week’s challenge: 

Word Limit: 400
Bonus Words: +100 if she can kick ass.
Required Phrase: “Hell hath no fury…”
Forbidden Word: Kryptonite
Extra Credit: Give someone a cheesy accent.

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Regaining consciousness slowly, she blinked her eyes, trying to assess her situation.  With a bright light shining in her eyes, it was tough to tell much, other than she was alone, naked and restrained.  She had trained for dozens of scenarios but nothing quite like this!  She flipped through her mental file of solutions and came up empty, so she went with the “wait” plan.  
They’d been trying to get into the mansion for weeks.  The team tripped the security system eight times.  They managed to get in, only to encounter dogs, that were easily rendered unconscious with a harmless spray but behind that were men with tasers and guns.  That was an ugly night.  They finally called her in to use her special talents on a senior officer.  He bragged about his room in the main complex at a bar in her hearing, which made him her number one target.  It was easy to get him to take her home.  She remembered being in the kitchen, and then… nothing.  
She closed her eyes and escaped to the past, choosing the day she graduated from the academy.  Finally free of most of the rules and regulations for a solid month, she decided to go out with the gang to dance and drink and eat a big steak.  She sat in the corner, filled her belly with the biggest sirloin on the menu, and watched the men pick up local girls who knew what the men needed after months in training.  She ended up alone with the nicest man in the group… he had big hands and a sweet mouth, and a fantastic body.  He took her to the classiest hotel in town and proved he knew what to do with them!  There was champagne and french fries and hours of the hottest sex she had ever had!  He could last and last… and knew this trick with his thumb… mmm… she trembled at the memory. 
She heard raised, angry words she couldn’t make out.  Finally the senior officer stepped into the light with his gun drawn.  He placed it on the table.  
“So sorry… things got a little out of hand there.  I came to get you as soon as I could,” he apologized as he unclasped the restraints.  “There was an incursion by some band of brigands.  It took me awhile to figure out where they put you.”  She put on her best poor little frightened girl look, happy to see her savior.
The moment she was free, she whirled, knocking him out with the side of her foot to his neck, grabbed the gun and looked around as he fell silently to the carpet.  Luckily, her clothes were folded neatly on the table as well.  Silly military men.  She dressed quickly – smiling as she realized they had not found her weapon or comm hidden in her bra.  She pressed the screen and typed “Well. Heading in” as she took off down the hall to complete her mission. 
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FFF Voila

How can February be over already?!  Ah well, if it gets me closer to spring, I’m all for it!  It’s Flash Fiction Friday time, when the talented Tom from Three Spelling Mistakes inspires us to write with a provocative photo!  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other wonderful writers made of this photo.  My take is below. 

Here’s this week’s challenge: 


Word Limit: 250
Bonus Words: +50 if there’s a happy ending.
Required Word: Voilà
Forbidden Word: Viagra


Extra Credit: If you’re a man, write it from her point of view; if you’re a woman, write it from his.

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Facebook pinged.  “Friend request from Sabrina Smith.”  Well, well… well!  I stared at it.  Should I reconnect?  I had kept my name but almost nothing else.

We fell in love in college.  I shouldn’t have let her get so close… I was a mess.  She was so sweet and sexy, I couldn’t resist!  We’d cuddle in her single bed reading poems or People magazine, painting our toenails or braiding my hair.  We spent hours making out.  She did this thing with her tongue on my nipple… I adored her!

I thought we’d be girlfriends forever.  But she got a job in NYC and I went to Boston.  We lost touch.  I focused on work and figuring out who I am.  LIfe happened.  

I friended her, poked around her wall a bit.  She hadn’t aged a day!  Still had that amazing smile… still hanging with women.  Her relationship status said, “It’s complicated.”  Can’t wait to hear that story!  

I sent her a generic note, “Great to see your smiling face! What’s new?” 

She wrote right back, “TERRY!!!!!  In Boston next week – dinner?”  So we wrote and I explained and it was like we’d never been apart!  It even got sexy.  I couldn’t wait to see her!  Touch her.  We discussed many ways we might give each other pleasure. 

The night finally arrived.  We’d long since skipped right to the “show up at my hotel” plan.  She was on the phone when I knocked, and whispered, “Just a sec…” strolling back to the  desk to make notes.  I went to the bathroom, showered and came out in a towel.  She was sitting on the bed, naked!  Her eyes grew wide when I opened the towel and shouted, “Voila!”

Her mouth fell open and she squealed, “You have boy parts now?! Fantastic!” 


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FFF Read My Lips

Happy Valentine’s Day!  It’s time for Flash Fiction Friday, when the talented Tom from Three Spelling Mistakes challenges us to write what a photo inspires us to write!  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other wonderful writers made of this photo.  My take is below. 

Here’s this week’s challenge: 

Word Limit: 100
Word Bonus: +100 for every time you’ve had your heart broken.
Required Word: Truth
Forbidden Word: Love

Extra Credit: Tell us your Valentine’s Day plans!

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“What are you two doing?” My handsome room mate inquired when he got home from work.   

“Making cupcakes with those ghastly little Valentine’s hearts on top,” my friend Sally told him.  He leaned over to read the sayings and steal a cupcake. 

“Hey!  These aren’t romantic!  All the sayings are… mean!” He complained. 

“Well… it’s a party for single women.  We’re not into romance,” I explained. 

He shook his head, heading to his room. “I’m here to help whenever you’re ready!” 

“You should tell him the truth,” Sally pointed out.  

“What… and ruin our friendship?  Not a chance,” I replied. 
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100 words.  If I kept writing 100 for each heart break?  You’d have a tome on your hands!  

Hubby and I had our usual indoor picnic with decadent treats and TV.  Read about a past one here for the list of delectable delicious delights we brought home and devoured!  Hope you had a fun day!
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FFF The Big Game

In honor of The Big Game on Sunday, here’s Tom big challenge to us for this week’s Flash Fiction Friday:

Word Count: XLVIII for each quarter… so 192.
Bonus Words: Predict the final score and add the combined point total to your word count. So if you think it’s going to be Broncos 30, Seahawks 24, give yourself 54 bonus words. (Just for reference, the most points ever scored in a Super Bowl is 75.)
Required Words: Tight end, wide open, muff
Forbidden Words: NFL, Super Bowl, Super Sunday.

Extra Credit: It matters who wins.

Click over to his blog at Three Spelling Mistakes to see what he and other bloggers with game saw in this photo!  My take is below.

Denver 24, Seattle 17 = 41, so 233 words.

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Football talk!  I couldn’t stand it anymore!  First downs… tight end… wide open…. no more!  
Why do I always end up hosting the party?  The commercials are fun, and the food they bring is fantastic!  And the hot women the guys bring over?  YES!  It’s because my man cave has the bar and big screen TV I won from the local Circuit City when it was going out of business.  Enough is enough.
I heeded nature’s call after the bizarre first quarter, and hid in the living room to watch… Downton Abbey.  I admit it.  Lady Mary is so hot!  Her dark hair and English face… and how she delivers a catty remark.  And her clothes!  The purple coat with that fur hat and muff make me so hard! 
I didn’t notice when two of the hotties joined me. Suddenly, they were right next to me, high-fiving me when Lady Mary said something really zingy!  Both brunettes… mmmm…rubbing against me… wow!  One of them even reminded me of Lady Mary… I wonder if she’d fancy a cuddle?  
Then the show was over. I watched the sponsor spots and expected them to rejoin the rabble downstairs.  I turned off the TV.  One kissed me and the other reached for the bulge between my legs!  Damn!  Who’s got the big game going now?!  And I win!
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FFF Human Beings

Here’s today Flash Fiction Friday challenge from Tom of Three Spelling Mistakes.  Click over there to see what he and other bloggers wrote about this photo.  My take is below.

Word Count: 1,667 (the same length as the I Have A Dream speech).
Penalty Words: -100 for every time you laugh at one of these jokes.
Required Words: Include a speech, quote, poem, or lyric that inspires you to love your fellow human beings, regardless of skin color.
Forbidden Phrase: “Once you go black…”
Extra Credit: Tell us an interracial hook-up fantasy… or reality.

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“Honey, did you see the DailyKos article about what MLK did? It’s all over Facebook,” my wife asked. 
“No.  Sum it up?” I replied, glancing over at her laptop.  We were the epitome of a modern couple, cuddled up on the couch after work with our matching computers.  
“Dr. King ended the terror of living in the south.”
“Oh.  Yes.  Of course.  And through non-violence,” I marveled at the short phrase that covered such a huge change. 
“Yes. Trying to not just have a day off, you know?  To observe… honor… remember,” she said.  “I end up learning something every time.” 
“Thanks for sharing,” I told her, leaning over to give her a kiss and run my fingers through her glorious hair.  
“Oh!  I finished up the case with that client I was telling you about.  The one who flirts?”  she reported. “He wants to have a celebration dinner.” 
“Hmmm… alone?  What do you think he plans for dessert?” I kidded her.
“Oh you!  He can’t really be interested,” she insisted. 
“Don’t sell yourself short,” I reminded her for the umpteenth time.  She smiled indulgently, probably thinking I am not unbiased on this topic.  “Are you interested?” I probed. 
“Hmmm… I dunno… I suppose,” she mused. “He’s… different.  It would be new for me,” she added. 
“Different how?”  I asked. 
“Well… he’s much younger,” she stated.  “And in keeping with today’s theme, he’s black.” 
“Any of that matter to you?” 
“No…we’re all human beings.   It might be fun to play along, now that he won’t be around the office, you know,” she said. “I like to explore new things.” 
“Oh yes… yes, I know,” I smiled, leaning over to kiss her again.  We figured out a long time ago that she likes to try out a new man occasionally, and that I adore hearing all about it.  It keeps things fresh for us.  Variety is the spice of life!  I felt odd having these feelings, but started to explore online and found lots of like-minded men.  There are bloggers who share their adventures, forums to talk, chat rooms… so great to find out it’s “just another kink.” Hah.
“Did you know MLK has a Facebook page? That is so cool!  I wonder what he would’ve made of that?” she continued.  
“Interesting.  A great way to keep his legacy alive for a new generation,” I said. 
“Look at this… they have great inspirational quotes,” she said, pointing at her laptop. 
“He certainly had a way of summing it up.  We could live by that!” I replied. 
“Do you have any photos of the client?” I asked.  
“Hmmm… let me google him.  There must be something,” she said as her fingers flew across the keyboard.  “Here… this is him at that concert for Boston Strong last year.” 
I gazed at a gorgeous young man… closely shaven hair, elegant clothes, superb shoulders, trim and fit.  Both she and I drooled a bit.  She sighed.  I sighed.  
“Do him if you can!” I concluded. 
“Oh honey… you are such a cuckold!” she laughed. 
“I know… and you are the hottest hotwife ever!” I chuckled.  “I want you to have fun and give me a complete report.” 
“Hah!  You’re assuming he will play along,” she pointed out.  
“He looks like a man of taste,” I noted.  “Will he have a hotel room?” 
“I assume so.  He usually stays at the Hyatt,” she told me. “I could save him cab fare by dropping him off… maybe get myself invited to that rotating bar for a drink?” she plotted. 
“Hmmm… that sound subtle enough,” I approved.  “Wear that white blouse that makes you look like Mary Poppins,” I suggested. 
“Why that one?” she asked, looking quite puzzled.  
“It makes you look so… demure.  He’ll want to unbutton it, find out what’s under it,” I pointed out. 
“Oh! I get it… hope he doesn’t think I’m a prude!” 
“Not a chance.  Oh… and put your hair up, so he can think about taking it down,” I added. 
“Do you think about that when I wear it up?” she asked.  
“Only every single time,” I told her. I kissed her again, tugging at her mane. 
“Would you rather I bring him here?  Make some excuse to stop in, so you can meet him?” she asked.  
“Not the first time… that seems a little too much,” I pointed out. 
“Oh… you think he’ll want more?” She giggled.  
“Definitely,” I egged her on. 
“I wonder….” she mused, lost in thought.  I bet she was fantasizing about him touching her… tasting her.  So was I! 
“I want a photo,” I requested.  “Or several.”  
“Photos?  I dunno,” wavered.  “That could be very risky, especially with the business angle.  But I’ll see what I can do.  Definitely can’t show his face…” her voice trailed off as she considered the possibilities. 
“Maybe something from the back?  In the mirror? or creative use of the sheets?” I suggested.  She smiled, and licked her lips.  She nestled against me and stroked between my legs. 
“This is really setting you off, eh?” She asked, wiggling her eyebrows.  I smiled and wiggled mine in return.  She continued to rub me, exactly the right way.  I trailed my fingers under her robe and inside her panties.  
“I’m not the only one!” I exclaimed, tracing her very wet slit.  She closed her eyes and her head fell back on the coach as we played.  I pressed on the spot I know will set her off in record time and she began to shudder.  She is so beautiful when she cums! 
“Be sure to take off your jewelry – don’t want that distinctive engagement ring showing up in the photos,” I noted.  She nodded, but I couldn’t be sure she was paying attention.  Her breathing got more shallow as I nibbled on her ear and down her neck.  
“Yes dear,” she answered.  
“We should go upstairs,” I whispered.  
“Mmmmhmmm…” she murmured, stroking me a little faster.   I stood up and pulled her up with me, guiding her toward the bedroom as I turned off the lights.  I was looking forward to the first of many romps inspired by this new fellow! 
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FFF No harm

Here we go with another Flash Fiction Friday!  The terrific Tom of Three Spelling Mistakes has put up a “moving picture” to inspire us to write this week.  Click over there to see what he and other top notch bloggers saw in this photo.  My take is below.

Here’s the challenge:

Word Limit: 300
Bonus Words: +100 if you tell us your opinion on ObamaCare.
Required Phrase: “First, do no harm”
Forbidden Concept: Don’t make it about blue balls.
Extra Credit: Throw some medical mumbo jumbo in there.
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“What are you watching?!!!” my wife asked.  I nearly jumped out of my skin, instinctively minimizing the browser.  I can’t believe I didn’t hear her come upstairs! Crap.    
“Go back!” she insisted.  “I want to see!” 
“It’s just a .gif,” I answered, trying to put her off.  She reached over me and maximized the screen… staring at the nurse being fondled by the patient.  
“Wow… that’s hot!” she exclaimed.  Definitely NOT what I thought she’d say!  
“Yeah… “ I replied, treading very lightly.  
“He’s a dish. She’s stunning!” She continued. 
“Yes, yes… very nice,” I admitted, wondering who this woman was. 
“Is that Stoya?” she asked.  My mouth dropped open wide. 
“I think so… how do you know her name?” I asked, completely flummoxed that she was familiar with my favorite porn star. 
“Oh… she shows up all over, very distinctive,” she said. I could not believe this.  
“Yes.  She’s… my favorite,” I confirmed. 
“Hunh… thought you liked blondes?” she posited.  
“Sure… they’re great.  But there’s no one like Stoya,” I stated.  “She reminds me of you, in high school.”  
“Oh go on…” she chided me.  “I had dark hair… but not much else in common.” 
“You have that… impish spark,” I explained.  “But your tits are way better!” I grabbed them and gave them a nice squeeze, then reached lower down.  
“Have you seen her reading aloud sitting on a vibrator?” she asked.  I stared. 
“Oh… yes.  It’s… funny!” I settled on.  
“Sarah Rogers from church sent me that… it’s priceless!” she opined. 
I can’t believe I’m talking to my prudish wife about porn videos. 
“I like what his hand is doing… can you do that?” She requested, lifting her demure business skirt.  
“Um… okay,” I said, reaching for her slit. 
“Remember… first do no harm! Ha ha ha…” 

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FFF Scrying

Hiya Readers!  It’s time for Flash Fiction Friday, when Tom from Three Spelling Mistakes posts a photo and a challenge for us to write about!  Join in!  Click on his blog to see what he and other amazing writers saw in this photo.  My take is below:  Here’s the challenge:

Character Limit: 2,014 (without spaces)… or if you can’t count characters, 201.4 words.
Required Words: Scrying
Forbidden Name: Justin Bieber
Extra Credit: Predict something that will happen in 2014. But don’t predict a specific person’s death — that’s bad karma.

Bonus Words: If your prediction comes true, +100 words you can tack onto a future FFF!
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I got out of work early and walked to the train a different way.  I turned down the seediest street in town – passed the pawn shop, the adult book store, and what’s this?  There was a new sign out front of the horrible massage parlor – “Madame Sarah’s Scrying Shop.”  I stopped to read the lettering on the door, “Fortune Teller Extraordinaire! Test the crystal ball to see your future!  Grand Opening Discounts!”  I had a “what the hell?” moment and pushed open the door.  The old-fashioned bell tolled announcing my arrival.  I expected an old woman in a fringed shawl, and spooky dark rooms with incense burning.  
I was surprised by the white walls, the sparse, zen furnishings and New Age Musak, with trendy track lighting.  I was even more surprised by the woman at the desk… maybe she was a receptionist?  “May I help you?” she piped up in a bright cheery voice.  She was the most beautiful young woman I’d seen in a while.   I glanced at the pricing sheet in a silver frame – a 15-minute reading was only $15.  I could spring for that, just for the entertainment value. 
“I’d like a reading, with the crystal ball,” I said. She smiled and nodded. 
“Right this way! You may call me Sarah!”  I was shocked that she was Madame Sarah.  She looked more like a commercial for cosmetics.  She led me down the hallway to a comfortable room in the back.  There was a table with a chair on either side, with the pristine ball in the center.  She pointed to the padded swivel chair, and sat in the straight chair opposite.  She asked me to write down questions I wanted answered.  I wrote a quick list – about my job, the World Series winner, and my love life.  She smirked.
“May I take your hand?” she asked. I stretched my hand out to her.  She stared into my eyes.  I felt the most intense jolt of sexual energy!  I looked down, and my eyes landed on her gorgeous chest.  That didn’t help!  I looked back up.  She had closed her eyes and was breathing very deeply.  She placed her hands on the ball, then opened her eyes to peer into it.  All I could see was her beautiful deep blue eyes. 
She gasped, whispering, “I can’t say.  I sorry.” 
“What?  I thought…”
She spoke quickly.  “You should go.  It’s not you, exactly.  It’s never happened before, but… I um..saw myself!” she admitted. 
“It’s okay… tell me,” I requested.  She blushed!
“I… you… um… well… you see… we…” 
She came around the table, sat on my lap facing me, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me like I have never been kissed.  I like this future! 
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FFF Borrow

It’s a new year, and we have a new host for Flash Fiction Friday!  Click over to see what Tom of Three Spelling Mistakes, and other tremendous writers, made of this photo!  Post your own story!  My take is below.

Here’s this week’s challenge:

Word Limit: 200
Bonus Words: +50 if you tell us about a threesome fantasy… +100 if it really happened.
Required Word: Borrow
Forbidden Word: Forever

Extra Credit: Write one story from each character’s perspective. 
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I was getting out of my last meeting of the day when my best buddy called.  I stepped into my office, loosened my tie and closed the door as he questioned me without preamble. 
Are you alone? 
Yes.
Get over here. 
What?  Are you in trouble? 
No. You have to meet someone.
Who? 
Get a pen to write down the address. 
Okay. 
I found the one! [He read me her address – a swank condo building.]
A pro? 
Yup. 
Whoa. 
Yup. 
Why do you want me there? 
You’re going to borrow her. 
Say what? 
I paid for 5 hours – there are 2 hours left.  
I can’t just… 
You can. 
I don’t want her to see. 
I’ll take care of that. 
Do I need to bring anything? 
Nope. 
Can I shower there?
Sure. 
Condoms? 
Yes. 
Beer? 
Oh yes.  
What about that Scotch? 
She has it. 
What should I do with her? 
Everything. 
That thing with the vibrator? 
Oh yeah. 
What about… 
Whatever you want. 
Does she know how to… 
Are you in your car? 
Can I kiss her? 
Of course. 
Are you going to stay? 
No.  I’ll just get her ready and you can take over? 
Okay.  See you soon! 
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FFF “And to all a good night”

It’s time for a Christmasy Flash Fiction Friday.  Advizor54 was full of the holiday spirit and gave us this sassy photo to inspire us to this challenge.  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other bloggers wrote.
Tell me a tale of Christmas Wishes Come True
So here is my Final FFF of the year
Required Phrase: “And to all a good night”
Word Limit:  NONE.  Go long, go short, just go and write
Bonus Words: None needed, but give yourself an extra 50 if you were good this year 75 if you were bad
Extra Credit: Give your own personal Santa a roaring finish to 2013
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“Ho, ho, ho… so what is your name my dear?” Santa asked.  The gorgeous young woman giggled. 
“Cookie, ” she replied, staring up at him in wonder. 
“And your compatriot’s name?” He asked the other beauty sitting near the fireplace. 
“Milk,” she replied, starting to laugh as well.  
Santa smiled. He leaned between them to ogle their chests and read the note.  
“Thought you might like a different treat this year.  – Hugh” 
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FFF Waiting Too Long

It’s Flash Fiction Friday time!  Pop over to Advizor54’s blog to see what he and other extraordinary writers saw in this photo!  My take is below.  Here’s this week’s prompt:

Word Limit = 175
Required Phrase – “Waiting too long”
Forbidden words – Sorry, Sorrow, Regrets, Pain
Extra Credit – Be nice this week.
Bonus Words – Tell us a true story of unrequited love (50 words)

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Opening night!  The director strolled through the green room, admiring the flesh on display as actors changed into costume or sat topless in the make-up chairs.  She was searching for Horatio to run his fight choreography one last time, and give him a blow job behind the scrim.  
“Five minutes!” The stage manager called out.  “Thank you, Five,” echoed as cast and crew acknowledged the time to curtain.  It was getting late! 
She finally found him… half naked on stage, holding up a flat while the tech director and a stage hand frantically applied ivy to the fake wall.  His eyes found hers… he licked his lips.  The TD covered him, not realizing he was trapped.
“Places for Act 1!” came the call.  “Thank you places!” rang out.  They had waited too long!  The curtain began to rise.  Grabbing the exacto knife from her tool belt, the TD cut him free and he fell into the director’s arms!  He kissed her in full view of the audience stage left, then dashed to the make-up chair.  Bravo!