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FFF Stolen

Here’s the Flash Fiction Friday challenge from Advizor54.  Pop over to his blog to see what he and others have written about this interesting photo:
Key Words – Stolen
Word Limit – 300
Extra Words – 10 words for everyone you personally invite to join FFF 
Extra Credit – Involve a Panda Bear


Why doesn’t he call?  I hate silence!  He texted about big changes then nothing for two days.  Argh!  I stared at the phone, willing it to ring.  It worked!  
“I have a surprise for you,” he said without preamble.  I was relieved to hear his beautiful voice.  
“I don’t like surprises.” 
“You’ll like this,” he insisted, chuckling.  He sounded very cheerful.  
“Tell me!” 
“I’m out of the house.  Forever.”  
“WHAT?  You left her??”  I couldn’t breathe.  Could my dreams be coming true? 
“I never thought you’d do it.”
“I told you I would…” he sighed. 
“You are a man of your word.  What next?” 
“I got keys to the East Elm place… the third one we saw.  My stuff is in the truck.  I’m headed there to unpack,” he explained. 
Stunned.  Men don’t leave their wives.  My man is different.  
“Wow.” 
“Pick you up?”
“Hmmm….yes.  When?”  I do not dither when he asks me out.
“Now.  I’m parked one block over.”  He’s careful not to risk the neighbors seeing us.
“Yes!  I’m putting on clothes.”
“Don’t wear underwear.”
“Oh… alright,” Naughty man.  
“We can bless the mattress from the cabin,” he growled. 
“Ooooh!  You have the best ideas,” I whispered. 
“I can’t wait to get my hands on you!”  He crowed. 
“YES!  No more stolen afternoons in a hotel!” 
He had done it!  We had talked about this for ages but it suddenly hit me.  Together.  Alone.  Wow.  After three years, we’d have a place that didn’t cost over $100 for a few hours.
“I want you on top.  Naked.  Fast,” he said matter-of-factly as if he was ordering a cheeseburger.   I half-expected him to say, “with extra ketchup and pickles!”  Hee!  My mind raced…him beneath me, rolling my hips back and forth… 
“It will be… my pleasure!”  

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Pink Panties

Monday, April 16
7:48 am
Good morning! 67 going to 90? Too hot for the 27,000 runners. Happy Patriots Day! Hope you have a great day in my time zone!
8:30 am TEXT Thinking of you
[photo of me with hot pink underwear and hand in my pants]

8:58 am TEXT Phil: nice!  Good morning.  🙂
4:49 pm
Productive day? Hot here. Headed home, hope it’s not an oven there!

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Blue panties chat

April 14, 2012 (continued)

TEXTS

4:38 pm Phil
Your chest is great.  I loved it! Bravo Sass!  Got my dick hard in those little shorts too!
4:41 pm 😉
4:41 pm Something to think about besides food…
4:42 pm Wow… I never got a bravo before!  Might have to send more photos
6:07 pm Phil: please!  Send more!
6:15 pm [sent a photo of my back side]
7:22 pm Phil: you need a cock buried in that ass
7:22 pm  Phil: damn girl!
8:18 pm  Hand in my pants over you [sent a photo of my hand inside my underwear]

8:55 pm Phil: rub that pussy
8:56 pm thinking of your beautiful cock in my mouth
8:57 pm Phil: mmmmmmm, god could I use that
8:58 pm Lick you from base to tip
10:20 pm Rub pre cum on my lips and kiss you
10:24 pm Phil: ummmm
10:49 pm Feel the back of my throat as I suck you… balls on my chin 
10:58 pm Phil: God, I need that
11:01 pm Remember how wet and hot my mouth is?  My hand pumping you, stroking you… 
11:02 pm Phil: god yes
11:05 pm Gonna pull you out at the end, watch you spurt a warm hot load on my tits and face
11:07 pm Phil: oh yeah, love to cum all over you
11:16 pm Want to see it… your cock exploding… feel it hit me and drip down… mmm… please…
11:18 pm Phil: would love to cover your face and tits 
11:25 pm Oh yes… imagining the hot look on your face, the sexy smell, the moans… and the taste and feel of it… mmmm
11:45 pm Phil: Eyes rolling back, cock spewing cum.  Damn
11:46 pm For reals?
11:48 pm yeah baby, damn it was good
11:49 pm mmf, that makes me so wet!  Churning inside…

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FFF – Escape

It’s time for Flash Fiction Friday!  Click over to Advizor54’s blog to see what he and other bloggers made of this photo.  Here’s today’s challenge:

Key word  = Escape

Word Limit =
Your age x 4 or your weight x 3 or your house number /2 or the sum of the digits in your SSN x 6. 
(but you don’t have to tell us which one you used.)
Extra Credit – Give the vine an ominous sounding name
Bonus words – Send me a picture of your left foot wearing your favorite shoe.

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He had gone too far this time.  A garden party?  Ugh.  


He liked to invite me to show up places he was going to be with his wife… sit in the bar of a restaurant, be two rows over at the ballgame, even at the back of the church they attend!  He’d stare at me now and then, sometimes give me a signal to slip off to the ladies room and mess around.  He adored seeing me dressed up and in public.  I liked seeing him, no matter where it was.  


This afternoon amongst the high society types was too much.  The gentlemen in their best suits, the women in their finery and hats.  I was dressed almost right… except I didn’t have on any underwear (to ease his access to me), and my shoes were wrong.  I had on slutty shoes.  I pretended they were high fashion… and they were.  But they were also…  different from the other ladies.  And I’d forgotten to conceal my tattoo!  Ah well.  I sat at a table in the shade and kept my feet under the tablecloth!

Suddenly I saw them – his wife was headed right for the table!  I had to escape!  There was a big crowd by the door… arrrgh!  Where could I go?  

Was there a tree to hide behind?  No –  people everywhere!  Arrrgh!  I went around the side of the mansion and noticed a large open window with a huge venial veranda vine.  My salvation!  That would give me a leg up!  I vaulted up and inside!  Probably gave anyone watching a show, but whatever!  

I stood up and straightened my clothes and… there was my guy!  

“What took you so long?” he asked as he closed and locked the window.  He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his hand between my legs.  “Nice shoes!”  

Oh, I do adore this man!


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For the dangerously sexy Advizor 54, so I get every last bit out of this challenge:

Sassy Shoes




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FFF – Balcony Mystery

Here’s this week’s Flash Fiction Friday Prompt from Advizor54.  Pop over to his blog to see what he and other bloggers wrote about this photo.  
Key Word  = Regret
Length = Any prime number
Extra Credit = Have the whole thing in Russian (just kidding)
Bonus Words – Tell  someone “I love you” for the 1st time this week
Bonus words must be added in Prime Number increments
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I could hear him on the phone inside.  I kept thinking he’d notice me.  
“Ow…Dude…. My head hurts.  And my mouth feels like the 82nd Airborne flew through overnight.  Ugh!  What did I do?  Where was I last night?  Oh… right.  That cafe by the river.  With Tony and those incredible women from Boston.  The women who bought us drinks.  And talked us into taking them to the club to dance.  And drink more.  I’m not a big drinker but man… it was so hot in there and it was free and… ugh my head.  Why are my knees red? Did I do something I’m going to regret?”
I smiled.  I had not been called incredible in a long time.  I suppose it’s time to put my clothes on.  But the morning sun feels so good… and he is very good with his hands.  Maybe I can get him to bruise his knees a little more…
“Where’s who?  WHO?  I didn’t bring anyone back with me…. Did I?  Crap… crap… crap… are you sure? Do you remember her name?”  
He was shuffling around inside.   It shouldn’t be long now.  I started to pull up my skirt when I heard a crash.  Then a cough.  This ought to be interesting.  Should I make it easy on him?  He stared at my chest when I turned and I decided to have my way with him right there on the balcony.  /239
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Я слышал, как он по телефону внутрь. Я думал, что он заметил меня.
“Ой … Чувак …. Моя голова болит. И мой рот чувствует, как 82-й воздушно-десантной летел через ночь. Тьфу! Что я сделал? Где я был прошлой ночью? Ох … право. Это кафе на берегу реки. С Тони и тех невероятных женщин из Бостона.Женщины, которые заказывают нам напитки. И говорил нам в принятии их в клуб, чтобы потанцевать. И пить больше. Я не большой пьющего, но человек … это было так жарко там, и это было бесплатным и … тьфу моей голове. Почему мои колени красные? Я сделал то, что я собираюсь жалеть? “
Я улыбнулся. Я не был вызван невероятным в течение длительного времени. Я думаю, это время, чтобы положить мою одежду. Но утреннее солнце чувствует себя так хорошо … и он очень хорошо с его руки. Может быть, я могу заставить его синяк колени немного больше …
“Где есть кто? ВОЗ? Я не приносил никто со мной …. Неужели я? Дерьмо … дерьмо … дерьмо … Вы уверены? Вы помните ее имя? “
Он был перетасовки вокруг внутри. Она не должна быть долго. Я начал тянуть мою юбку, когда я услышал аварии. Затем кашель. Это должно быть интересно. Должен ли я сделать его легко на него? Он уставился на мою грудь, когда я повернулся, и я решил, чтобы мои пути с ним прямо на балконе. / 239
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FFF – Conclave

Here’s the Flash Fiction Friday prompt from Advizor54.  How topical!  Pop over to
his blog for links to others who are writing this week.

Key Word = Conclave
Word Limit = 200
Extra Credit = Correctly Guess the name of the new pope
Bonus words can be earned by dressing as a nun/priest/choir boy 
the next time you have sex.
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He was so tired he could not see straight.  An African cardinal was droning on.  
“This is ridiculous!  How many ballots is this?”  I whispered to the cardinal beside me. 
“Thirty-seven.” came the hushed reply.  We sighed.  I stared up at the ceiling.  
“You’re kidding me?!  I lost track at least four back,” I moaned.  “Is that a record?” 
“I don’t know.  I would google, but… you know,” he sighed again. 
We needed a creative solution. I looked over at the Americans, rolled my hands in the “speed this up!” motion.  They shrugged.  Then they started whispering.  One walked to the ornate door and tapped.  It opened and words were exchanged.  The cardinal smiled and returned to his seat.   
About 10 minutes later, the door creaked open again.  A large silk sack was rolled in on a cart.  The wheels made that wobbly noise that all carts make as it was rolled into the center aisle.  The Americans looked smug.  The assistants struggled to lift the sack, then opened it and set the contents upright. 
There were gasps and groans from the conclave.  My irreverent thought was a little boy would have been better.  But this should speed things up!  

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FFF – B&W

Here’s this week’s “Flash Fiction Friday” challenge from Advizor54. 
Pop over to his blog to see what he and other bloggers wrote.  
Key Word – “Dichotomy” and/or “Waiting”
Word Limit – 275 for each picture
       Extra Credit – Get one other blogger to join in
       Bonus Words – 25 for each orgasm you helped someone else have between now and Friday morning.

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BLACK

Is the rope tight enough?
Yes.
And the blindfold?
Yes, perfect. So how do I look?
You look beautiful in black.
Thank you.  I know it’s overdone, mega-traditional, but it feels right.  The color is gone from my life.  I can’t believe he’s dead.
Yet you have the most amazing smile on your face?
You better take the photos… it may not last.
Okay, hold still. 

I’m remembering…
What?
Our honeymoon
Ah…
He got us off to a great start.
Oh?
He took off my dress – that 40 pound monster.  And my jewelry.  Then put my wrap around my head, over my eyes, and sat me in a chair by the bed.
A blindfold?
Yes.
Were you frightened?
No.  He was always good to me.
Why the blindfold?  
He said it would help me relax, focus on my other senses.
Did it?
Oh yes…
And that was good?
No… it was fantastic!  
Aha!

He was so… awesome.  Full of ideas to make me… happy.
Did he touch you?
No… not for a long time.
What did he do?
He… took a photo!  and talked to me.  Told me to do things.  While he watched.
Was he doing anything?
Well… yes.  You know…
How do you know?
I could hear it… mmmm….
The memory is strong?  Hold still! 

Oh yes!
And then?
He fell asleep.
What?!
It was a very long day.
What did you do?
I went to bed.
That’s it?
Well… no.  He woke up pretty quickly.
Oh, good.
And woke me in a wonderful way.
Do tell!
He was inside when I woke up!
Damn.
It was… incredible.
Did he last?
No.
No?
He was too excited.
Ah.
But he didn’t stop… he did other things.
Wow.  After sex?
Yes!  We went on and on…
Nice.
Very.
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300

WHITE

Whoa!  Sassy!  What is this?
Oh… hmmm… he took that the night we were married.
Yowza.  You were hot!
Thanks, kid.
You still are… but damn!  
Yes, I cleaned up well that day.  And I weighed a little less.  
I’ve seen the photos of you in your dress but I had no idea what was underneath.  You looked so demure and this… damn.
You can stop drooling now.
Never going to stop drooling over you.
Awww… you charmer. 

What was he wearing at that point?
Nothing.
Oooh… hot!
He was masturbating while he told me things to do.
Holy cow!  Why don’t we do that?
You never blindfolded me and told me what to do.
May I?
Sure. As soon as we finish cleaning up the attic.
Did you ever think you’d find someone else?
No.  Never.  When he died, I thought that part of my life was over.
I’m so glad you found me. 

Me, too, my young stud.  Did I show you the funeral photo?  
Funeral photo?
A friend took them.  He helped me… feel alive again.
Where is that?
Hmmm… I think they’re in that box behind you.
Double damn!  Black!  What a dichotomy!  Had he seen the white one?
No.  I told him about it while he was doing the shoot.
You showed him later?
Yes.  
I bet that blew his mind.
A little. 

Do you still have those outfits?
No.  Gave them away years ago.
Where is he?
Went back to his wife.
Ah. I’m glad.
Glad?
Yes… so you’d be ready and waiting for me!
Ah… yes.  
Come here.
Why?
You know why.
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FFF – B&W

Here’s this week’s “Flash Fiction Friday” challenge from Advizor54. 
Pop over to his blog to see what he and other bloggers wrote.  
Key Word – “Dichotomy” and/or “Waiting”
Word Limit – 275 for each picture
       Extra Credit – Get one other blogger to join in
       Bonus Words – 25 for each orgasm you helped someone else have between now and Friday morning.

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BLACK

Is the rope tight enough?
Yes.
And the blindfold?
Yes, perfect. So how do I look?
You look beautiful in black.
Thank you.  I know it’s overdone, mega-traditional, but it feels right.  The color is gone from my life.  I can’t believe he’s dead.
Yet you have the most amazing smile on your face?
You better take the photos… it may not last.
Okay, hold still. 

I’m remembering…
What?
Our honeymoon
Ah…
He got us off to a great start.
Oh?
He took off my dress – that 40 pound monster.  And my jewelry.  Then put my wrap around my head, over my eyes, and sat me in a chair by the bed.
A blindfold?
Yes.
Were you frightened?
No.  He was always good to me.
Why the blindfold?  
He said it would help me relax, focus on my other senses.
Did it?
Oh yes…
And that was good?
No… it was fantastic!  
Aha!

He was so… awesome.  Full of ideas to make me… happy.
Did he touch you?
No… not for a long time.
What did he do?
He… took a photo!  and talked to me.  Told me to do things.  While he watched.
Was he doing anything?
Well… yes.  You know…
How do you know?
I could hear it… mmmm….
The memory is strong?  Hold still! 

Oh yes!
And then?
He fell asleep.
What?!
It was a very long day.
What did you do?
I went to bed.
That’s it?
Well… no.  He woke up pretty quickly.
Oh, good.
And woke me in a wonderful way.
Do tell!
He was inside when I woke up!
Damn.
It was… incredible.
Did he last?
No.
No?
He was too excited.
Ah.
But he didn’t stop… he did other things.
Wow.  After sex?
Yes!  We went on and on…
Nice.
Very.
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WHITE

Whoa!  Sassy!  What is this?
Oh… hmmm… he took that the night we were married.
Yowza.  You were hot!
Thanks, kid.
You still are… but damn!  
Yes, I cleaned up well that day.  And I weighed a little less.  
I’ve seen the photos of you in your dress but I had no idea what was underneath.  You looked so demure and this… damn.
You can stop drooling now.
Never going to stop drooling over you.
Awww… you charmer. 

What was he wearing at that point?
Nothing.
Oooh… hot!
He was masturbating while he told me things to do.
Holy cow!  Why don’t we do that?
You never blindfolded me and told me what to do.
May I?
Sure. As soon as we finish cleaning up the attic.
Did you ever think you’d find someone else?
No.  Never.  When he died, I thought that part of my life was over.
I’m so glad you found me. 

Me, too, my young stud.  Did I show you the funeral photo?  
Funeral photo?
A friend took them.  He helped me… feel alive again.
Where is that?
Hmmm… I think they’re in that box behind you.
Double damn!  Black!  What a dichotomy!  Had he seen the white one?
No.  I told him about it while he was doing the shoot.
You showed him later?
Yes.  
I bet that blew his mind.
A little. 

Do you still have those outfits?
No.  Gave them away years ago.
Where is he?
Went back to his wife.
Ah. I’m glad.
Glad?
Yes… so you’d be ready and waiting for me!
Ah… yes.  
Come here.
Why?
You know why.
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FFF – Neutered

Here’s this week’s “Flash Fiction Friday” challenge from Advizor54
Click over there to see what he and other bloggers wrote about this photo!
Word Limit = 250
Keyword = a synonym for “fixed” but not “fixed” itself
Extra Credit = Include a link to your favorite TUMBLR (besides mine)
25 Bonus Words can be earned by having an orgasm w/i 60 min of writing your entry (be honest)
She talked to him online for months.  He commented on her blog, asking a personal question… she emailed him the answer – it was too private for the world to see.  She didn’t know where he lived, what he did or what he looked like, but they “clicked.”  They emailed.  And then they chatted.  She even shared her favorite tumblr with him – http://sexisnottheenemy.tumblr.com/
He asked if he could call her, and she heard his beautiful voice.  She was naked on her bed, listening to his sexy suggestions, squirming and squirting like never before.  He heard her sighs and moans.  
She was at the vet, getting her cat neutered.  The vet tech told her the new vet was ready, and she toted Ruby Red in to the operating room.  The vet smiled, told her to set the carrier on the table.  She stared.  She couldn’t speak.  That voice!  He came over and started cooing at Ruby.  Her cat was normally completely freaked out by the vet, but she calmed down and purred!  She smiled and he stared. 
“Forgive my manners.  I tend to focus on the animals. I’m Doctor Williams,” he said, offering his hand.  She took it and it was like a bad romance novel…felt a spark and never wanted to let go.  She stared into his blue eyes and replied, “Happy to meet you.”   He looked a little taken aback, but then looked down at the file, taking in the name and address.  
“You going home now?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied, knowing exactly what he meant. 
“May I knock on your door?” he whispered. 
“Yes, please.”