Category Archives: Sexy Photo

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FFF – Abandoned

Here’s this week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt from Advizor54’s blog.  Click over there to see what he and other bloggers wrote about this photo.  My thoughts are below:

Key words: (Must use both) – Abandoned and sprint

Word Limit = 250 per section

Forbidden words  – Any store name, “thong”, boxes

Bonus Words (25 per secton) – keep everyone alive

Extra Credit – Tell us about the sexiest NEW person you’ve met/interacted with this week (current spouses and lovers et all, not allowed)

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“I swear this will be the key to increased sales!  All the focus groups adored the idea,” insisted the guy from the ad agency.  “We can build a runway, with your supplies…” he droned on. 
My boss was lapping it up… this guy wanted to bring nearly naked models to the store in the middle of night to film a commercial.  
We were struggling compared to the big box stores and searching for a new angle.  I was pretty sure this was not it… my analysis of the data showed that women drive the store choice – give their husbands a list and sent them to the store.  Sales work best.  I had gone over the various proposals and told the ad guy the scantily clad women idea should be abandoned right away, but he insisted on pitching it to the boss.  Of course, the boss liked it.  Ugh. 
“And then we can take them all out for breakfast!” he ended with a flourish.  Just shoot me, I thought, as the boss nodded and drooled at the photo on the screen. The ad guy is rather cute… maybe I could sit next him, bat my eyelashes and brush my hand up his… wait!  This whole “sex sells “angle is addling my brain!  The last thing I need is playing footsie with some marketing hack.  
I had to sprint to the women’s room before I tossed my lunch.  By the time I got back, the boss was excited about the idea of cats and dogs doing tricks around the checkout lanes!   Hooray!  I like poodles and tabbies more than lingerie models.   And the handler is gorgeous!  
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FFF Suspicion

Here’s this week’s Flash Fiction Friday prompt from Advizor54’s blog.  Click over there to see what he and other bloggers saw in this sexy photo.  My thoughts are below.  Enjoy!

Word Length = 356
Required word = suspicion
Forbidden words = Soap, hard, officer, effigy
Bonus words (25) = Tell us, who’s the sexiest cop on TV?
Extra Credit (25) = Confess to a crime you committed (or want to commit)

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Partners. Two years – longer than he’d put up with anyone – from green rookie to one of the guys.  She’s better than I am at a lot of it now.  Our desks faced each other in the squad room.  We’ve watched each other’s backs, saved each other’s skins, laughed, cried and drank together and… I get to read her big news in a frickin email?! 
FBI.  Congratulations.  Hoist one after work at the bar.  Blah blah.  I look up – she’s watching me, as usual. 
“I meant to tell you,” she whispered and sighed.  “But the Harrison thing and… never found the right moment.” 
“Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.  Congratulations.” I huffed.  
“Be happy for me,” she pleaded softly. 
“Oh I am.  Great news.  But I am miserable for me!” I whined.  I knew I should be a grown-up about this but it was too hard.  I’d had a suspicion but… never thought she’d leave me. 
“You’re missing the point,” she said, shutting off her light and stomping off.   I was stunned… could not grasp that I won’t see her every day.  I’ve never felt such loss.  How am I going to survive?  Seeing her at the bar now and then, maybe a wedding or heaven forbid a funeral?  Or on some Federal case when she shows up to second guess me? 
Wait… what was that last thing she said?  The point?  What is the point?  
It hit me like a ton of bricks.  We won’t be working together anymore!  I can turn on all those feelings for her I worked so hard to turn off!  Does she want that?  Is that the point?  I allowed myself to think about what that meant… unbuttoning, touching her gorgeous tits, kissing those lips, hearing her moan when I… 
Where’d she go?  Her tote’s on her chair; she’s still here.  I checked the break room, the boss’ office.  Other cops shouted about the news – I plastered on a smile and threw them a thumbs-up.  Finally Carla, the evidence room clerk who seems to know everything, pointed me to the locker room.  
I thought no one was in there but then I heard the water and headed to the showers and saw her.  Naked.  Wet.  Waiting.    
“What took you so long?” she said.  
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BONUS WORDS: I haven’t watched TV in almost three years, but two cops-types are sexy enough to make me catch up with their series on the DVR – Mark Harmon of “NCIS” and Simon Baker as “The Mentalist.”  My favorite from recent years is Damian Lewis from “Life.”  So there’s my redhead, blonde and silver-haired sexiest men! 
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FFF Ingenue

Here’s this week’s “Flash Fiction Friday” prompt from Advizor54’s blog.  Click over there to see what he and other bloggers wrote about this photo!  My thoughts are below.

                    Word Length – 444          
                    Required Word/Phrase – Ingénue (pronounced an-zhuh-noo)
                    Forbidden Words – Mirror, Pasta, Doggie, Tutu
                    25 bonus words – Share an experience that happened at a performance

                    Extra Credit – Explain where her mother is (25 extra words)
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I am a great dancer.  I get cast in every ballet the company does.  I had the best training – graduated from the conservatory.  I eat carefully, never over the target weight.  I show up early to practice, stay late at the barre, volunteer to schmooze at donor events, and have never had a spat with management!  I learn the steps for the special roles, let the director see me practicing them.  I even got mentioned in a review once… even if they called me “the third dancer on the right.”  

Yet… he never picks me for the solo or the pas de deux.  I tell myself it doesn’t matter – I get to dance and I get paid for it!  So many women never make it this far!  I adore wearing the frilly costumes, being out on stage moving to the music and hearing the applause…. it feels like what I was born to do.  

The women who are chosen to star?  Some of them are not that great.  They can’t pirouette as fast as I do, or jette as high… and they never show up for events, come in late… I just don’t get it!

My pal Marcy told me the reason.  She said those women fuck the maestro!  Not all of them, sure, but the ones that aren’t that great?  Them.  She’s always been a bit… blunt.  And salacious!  I don’t believe her.  It’s such a stereotype.  Women today don’t have to do that.  

The annual gala was tonight.  I bought a dark blue dress that showed off more than usual.  All the women were beautiful in their designer gowns and heirloom jewelry, and the men looked so handsome in white tie and tails!  

I met my parents at the box office – I had arranged for them to have orchestra seats at the premiere.  They had sacrificed so much to get me here, I wanted them to see that it had paid off.  My mother gave me a rose!  We hugged then they beamed at me and headed into the hall.  

It was almost call time when I made it to the dressing room.  One of the new dancers whispered in my ear, “Carolina has the flu!”  She was supposed to dance the ingenue role!  Oh no!  Her special tiara sat in it’s box on the side table.  The Russian dancer asked, “So who will he pick for the EngineOooAy?”  “An-zhuh-noo,” I quietly correctly her.  She smiled.  “Zhoo are zee best dearie! It should be you!”

The stage manager checked me in then looked down the list and asked, “Where’s Marcy?”  I looked around, but she wasn’t in there.  I offered to check in the women’s room, but there was no one left in there.  I was on my way back down the hall when I heard a noise from the conductor’s private dressing room.  The door was slightly ajar.  I stopped and stared… Marcy!   She was telling the truth!
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FFF Answer It

Here’s this week’s Flash Fiction Friday challenge from Advizor54’s blog.  Click over there to see what he and a bunch of other bloggers saw in this photo.  My take is down below.   Bloggers – join us!

               Required Phrase = “Answer it”         Forbidden Words = Orgasm

                Word Length = 661                          Extra Credit = Tell us who’s calling

               Bonus Words = 50 if you tell us a phone sex confession

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I was time-traveling with The Doctor and we’d just rescued the plastic people of Planet Rubberit when he asked where I’d like to go next.  I was nostalgic for a Korean restaurant that existed in the 1980’s, near Boston in the United States on Earth.  Could we could go there for a meal?  He said hanging out there was risky but take-out was certainly an option.  He gave me the special phone and I dialed the number from memory to place our order!  
I went once a week in the old days with my sister and her boyfriend.  We’d kibbitz with the owner, a big gray-haired American guy who met a beautiful Asian woman while stationed in Korea, married her, brought her home and opened a restaurant!  We’d eat mandoo dumplings to start, then three dishes to share – the spicy chicken kang funki, the jap chae glass noodles and the tangy beef bulgoki!  No restaurant since has matched the flavors of those dishes!  
We landed on the wrong side of the Charles River, but on the second try ended up on the roof of the building and made our way down.  It was exactly as I remembered!  The smells set my mouth drooling right away.   We sat and waited for the food, chatted with the daughter.  I noticed a man at a table on the other side of the room.  It was Cliff, a former co-worker!  We worked on several projects together, had gone out to eat and I had a huge crush on him.  He never noticed me “that way.”  He left several months ago. 
I asked The Doctor if there would be trouble because he was there?  He said to be very careful, but it shouldn’t be a big deal if he saw me.  Just don’t talk very much… hard to be your 1980’s self!  Luckily I had not aged much, still had the same hair and glasses! 
Cliff was leaving with his buddies.  He came over to say hello!  We shook hands and he looked at my companion, who introduced himself as John Smith, a cousin!  Bless you Doctor!  Cliff looked at me in a different way and winked at me.  He said he wanted to return a videotape I’d loaned him – could I go over to his place for a moment?  That was b.s…. but a nice way to get me alone.  He went off to separate himself from his buddies, said to meet him outside.  The Doctor told me to be very careful… I scrawled Cliff’s phone number on the back of a napkin and told him to call me when we had to go.  I told him to go have ice cream at Christina’s while he waited. 
I went to Cliff’s and… we had a wonderful time.  I puzzled over what would happen if he called 80’s me for another date.  Hmmm… 
Too soon, the phone rang.  I wouldn’t let Cliff answer it.  The Doctor’s voice sounded on the answering machine with a cheery “Food’s ready!”  I was busy!  Cliff looked at me quizzically but kept tasting me deep in my lower lips.  So fabulous!  He has the best body!  I always knew he’d be good in bed.  I’m a sucker for shoulders. He pressed me into the bed, his smooth skin on mine.  I nibbled on his ear and whispered a naughty suggestion.     
The phone rang again.  I disconnected the call, then left the phone on the pillow! Cliff grinned, rolled on a condom and slipped gently inside me, driving me completely wild.  Mmmm…. I lost my mind and rose to meet his thrusts, pulsing inside as he pounded me into the sheet and came in flurry of moans.   
Suddenly, I heard the roaring screech and saw the blue box materialize in the corner of the room.  I kissed Cliff one last time, grabbed my clothes in front of me and dashed into the open door.  Nothing like having dessert first! 
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Ass play

Tuesday, July 10, 2012
9:14am
Hiya, kid.  Have a terrific Tuesday! 
9:28am
You too!
12:35pm
Off work, just picked up H’s new Apple laptop we can’t afford.  
Off to lunch with project peeps, gorgeous day here!

1:47 pm
Another day, another scrod @ Jimmy’s Steer House.  Yum.

2:06pm Phil
That thing have a camera on it? 
2:11pm
Yes…why?
2:22pm Phil
thinking of you and BOB on video!
4:21pm
I do so admire your mind.  
6:52pm Phil
HA, ha, just saying 
7:06pm
I’m helping at project meeting again
2:11am
What it might look like?  Sleep well, sweet man.

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Boob squeeze

Monday, July 9, 2012
8:01am Phil
Nice! Have a great Monday!
8:03am
Good morning!  Hope you have a marvelous Monday!  
Back at the office?
8:07am Phil
Yes, nice to be back to work. Had a great time with the family. We always do! Two days here and then off to THE BEACH and then out west.  Should be interesting.

Love the link, very hot. Hope it cools off out there. Perfect weather here for a change!

8:31pm
Good day?  
I’m helping out with a project meeting! 
8:32pm Phil
cool!  Yeah day was ok. You?
8:38pm
Peachy!  Work was quiet, got ahead a bit.
9:56pm
Finally home.  Long day.  All the people showed up!  
Here’s another moving photo… for you.  
Sweet dreams, kid.  

12:19am Phil
Very nice
12:20am
I would like you to do that… while my hips twist underneath you.
12:20am Phil
I’d like that too
12:21am
And you whisper what you want to do next.
12:22am Phil
Liked watching her tits move. 
Think my cock would look nice between them
Would have to slip into your mouth for lubrication of course
12:22am
Yes… man that makes me squirm!
12:23am Phil
May have to fuck that hot mouth a bit
Grab my ass and pull me into your mouth, control the pace and how deep
12:24am
Damn… that caused a big twinge over here!
12:25am Phil
Maybe slip a finger or two up my ass
Fuck my ass while I fuck your mouth
12:25am
oooh
Yes!
12:27am Phil
Won’t take long to get a mouthful of cum that way
12:28am
Give me a little that way, then shoot the rest?
12:28am Phil
Oh yeah, pull out and cum on your face and tits
Now roll over and let me shove my cock into your wet pussy. 
Let me fuck you deep and hard, slapping your ass
All the way out and back in deep and hard
Take it, take all of my cock
12:30am
That’s it… yes… grab my hips hard.
Shove it deep…
12:31am Phil
Beg me to fuck you harder, deeper
Damn gonna fill that hot pussy with cum too
12:32am
Do it. 
12:32am Phil
Feel it shoot deep inside you
12:32am
Feel me shudder.
And shake.
12:32am Phil
Oh yeah, cum on my cock
12:32am 
and thrash and scream!
12:33am
Yeah baby
12:33am
Mmmfff… so… so… good when you make us soar!
12:33am Phil
Keep cumin over and over
12:34am
I wish you could see me right now – legs spread, squirming.. deep breaths
12:34am Phil
There you go. Hope I help you sleep well.
 Lick that sweet juice off those fingers
I love the visual
12:35am
My nipples are hard… buzzing…
my ass twitching in the blasted desk chair
because of you.
12:36am Phil
Cool! Give them a tweak too
12:36am
I need your hands… your mouth…
your cock!
12:36am Phil
Awesome, hope the chair is soaked from your juices running down your ass
12:37am
Man… you make me drip, kid.
12:38am Phil
Very neat. Love the thought of your ass all slick and wet
12:38am
Need you to bite it!
12:38am Phil
Hope you got off
12:39am
Yes, indeed, thanks to you!  You?
12:39am Phil
My pleasure. Would love to ease my cock inside it
Big mess 🙂
12:40am
🙂
12:40am Phil
thank you madame
12:40am
you are most welcome, sweet man
12:40am Phil
To bed girl, we can do this while I am travelling
Maybe on video
Maybe with BOB
12:41am
Oooh…
You have the best ideas!
12:42am Phil
LOL, look forward to that! Nite
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Watching touching

Sunday, July 8, 2012
9:06 am
Hiya kid. Have a great Sunday!
11:07am Phil
55 mile bike ride this morning. Whee
11:10pm 
Had fun at the annual project bbq.  My gal pal hosted.  
I made a caprese salad, took shrimp cocktail and crab jalapeño dip!  
Is the family gone?  Looked like you had a grand time. 
11:43pm
Found a photo of something you talked about recently, so that can be your bedtime story tonight.  😉
Sleep well, Philip.  
Erotica for Couples
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FFF Independence

Hope you had a grand 4th of July, whether it was a national holiday or a nice Thursday where you were!  What better way to celebrate the birthday of this great nation than by freely speaking about sex?!

Here’s the Flash Fiction Friday challenge from Advizor54’s blog.

Key Word – Independence or Independence Day
Word Limit – 237 [I see what you did here, Ad]
Forbidden Word – Fireworks
Extra Credit – Put the action on July 5th 

Click over there to see his take on this photo and links to other bloggers takes.  Here’s what I wrote on a hot summer evening.

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I remember the exact moment… a few minutes after sunrise on July 5th.  My independence day! 
I always wanted to BE married.  But I did NOT want to GET married.  I hated every aspect of it – the huge expense, months of planning, everyone telling me how it should be, the whole “girls over there, guys over here,” silly clothes… I hate dresses and I don’t look good in white!  And I hate having my picture taken.  When the photographer gave me a list of the 205 photos to be taken that day, I nearly ran for the hills.  
We made the ceremony our own – no tuxes or bridesmaids dresses.  We wrote our vows – real promises.  We had wonderful music.  No garter.  No bouquet tossing – my flowers went to the couple married the longest!  We had 150 people for under $5k! 
We had a wonderful after-party, watching the fireworks as we opened presents and talked with guests who had come from far away, then drove off to a friend’s cabin in the woods.  

We arrived at sunrise.  My husband (how odd to say those words!) and I wandered into a stream in our wedding clothes to take silly “wreck the dress” photos to close out the wedding album with a bang.  Then we hung them in the tree and took some really great photos!  Those won’t be in the album.  I liked taking those!  
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FFF – Strategem

Here’s this week’s Flash Fiction Friday challenge from Advizor54’s blog.  My take is below.
Click over there to see what he and other bloggers made of this photo I sent him.  Wow!  He used a photo I suggested!  Whee! 

 Key Word = Stratagem        Word Length = 700        Forbidden Words = Spy, Tuxedo
Bonus Points – Quote your favorite line (and link to the source in case we don’t know it)

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We were lying in bed, revelling in the afterglow.  I was playing with the hair on his chest, whispering in his ear, waiting for him to be ready to go again.  The warm breeze blew the lace curtains back and forth, cooling the tropical air and our sweaty bodies.  The streetcar rumbled in the distance. 
“Was it when you arrived and saw me in that dress?” I asked.  I stroked down to his belly button and back.  He smiled but shook his head. 
“After you tried the crawfish etouffee I had the chef make especially for you?”  
“Nope, though that was the best dish I’ve had all week,” he said.  
“What about when I passed you the fresh chocolate raspberry truffle?” I guessed.  He shook his head again.  I had read an article about how they were his weakness.  
“Was it when I invited you upstairs to play chess?” I asked him.  
“No,” he replied, not telling me when he figured out my strategem.  I twisted his nipple and he moaned sweetly.  “I thought you were after Sergey.  He is very good,” he told me. 
“Was it the perfect martini?” I asked, glaring at him.  He must have known when I served his favorite mixed drink! 
He shook his head.  “It was delicious, but no.” 
“Because I let my hair down?”  He pursed his lips, thinking… and shook his head yet again.  He made little circles on my side that made me tremble.  His hands are amazing!  
“I did begin to wonder when you pulled at your dress, giving me a saucy glimpse of your black bra…but I still wasn’t sure,” he admitted.  I grinned against his shoulder and nibbled on his ear. 
He wove his hand into my hair, pulled my neck back and bit me playfully in that magic spot.  Oh yes!  Maybe he thought it would end the questioning.  Ha! 
“Was it when I beat you at chess?” she pushed him.  He looked away, then back and shook his head.  He closed his eyes and she wondered if he was falling asleep.  She reached lower to stroke his hip.  
“What about when let the top of my dress fall down?” I suggested.  
He chuckled.  “I didn’t know what to think then!” 
“So when did you figure it out?” I asked, exasperated.  
“I’m still not clear on your plan,” he answered.  “I need to do more research.”  I poked him in the side and he took my left breast in his hand, pressing, squeezing, teasing… I lost my train of thought for a moment, but got back on track. 
“I suppose you’ll want a rematch?” He looked puzzled.  “At the chessboard, I mean,” I clarified.

“What, so you can beat me again? No thanks,” he replied, ducking his head to suck on my hard nipple.  My blood began to boil.  

“Have you ever lost to a woman?” I couldn’t restrain my curiosity.  
He shook his head again. “I’ve never played chess with a woman before.”  That surprised me.  He seemed so… experienced.  
“Do you usually beat the men?” I asked.  He nodded.  He was not going to admit he had not lost a match in years.  
“Are you hungry?  We could order breakfast from room service,” he suggested.  “Beignets?  Chicory?  Sausages?” 
“How long do you have?” I asked.  Reality was crashing in on me.  
“A couple of hours… “ he sighed.  I smiled that he might be as reticent to part as I was.  I rolled over on top of him, pulling another condom off the nightstand, ripping the foil, and rolling it over him quickly before pressing his beautiful cock inside me.  He groaned and shifted his hips to get deeper.  
“Promise me you’ll teach him?” I asked. “For free….” I pushed my luck as I pushed him even further inside. 
“Whatever you want, you sexy woman,” he moaned.  “You really play dirty,” he pointed out, bouncing his hips up to drive me crazy.  
“Promise!” I insisted, moving up and down on him, watching his eyes on my bouncing tits.  
“I solemnly promise I will teach your son to play chess,” he intoned.  My mission accomplished, I lost myself in the most amazing sex of my life.