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After yesterday's amazing Flash Fiction Friday, including a late entry in the evening, todays' post is just a non-post to say THANK YOU to my amazing writers.  It really is amazing to see all the creativity that comes out of just one cute little picture.

Today is the start of track season for D1 so I'll be at the park looking at other bored parents trying to get some kind of wireless signal between events.  So pray for shade and no screen glare.

have a wonderful weekend and, if you haven't, go check out my amazing friends.

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To be read in 90 seconds

My fingers

My fingers want to hold you

An extension of my heart, they want to caress you

I want your face in my hands as I feel your soft skin through my fingerprints

I want to feel your hair slide down between them as I hold you tightly pulling you close, controlling you with a kiss.

I want them to touch bare skin and glide over curves given freely

I want them to tickle through the tension, to feel muscle and bone and body beneath offered flesh

I want them to feel your lip’s gentle kisses on each tip, teeth at the knuckle, tongue on the joint, tasting, foreshadowing, inviting. I want to feel the roughness of your tongue as my fingers explore the warm darkness, the canine, the molar, cutting, grinding, marking, growling as the animal rises.

I want to memorize you with my touch, learn your secrets with my hands, reveal your nature as 10 eager digits study, memorize, and capture.  I want to trace every bruise, and heal every ache.  I want to learn your stories, and embed them in my fingertips.

I want my fingers to touch, own, and spread you wide for my gaze and adoration. I want my finger to stroke, penetrate, bruise, and mark.

I want you to guide my fingers without embarrassment or hesitation, tell me, show me, take my touch, make it your own.  

I want you to love me for my touch as my fingers gather you for my heart.   

They learn you for my memories. 

They imprint me upon your skin, and you remember me.

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A quiet week

  

My friends are all on vacation, not all of them, but several.  I’m on vacation too.  One friend who’s not on vacation is crazy busy at work and so never writes to me except to apologize for not writing.  Another is at home, but so is her boyfriend, so writing time and privacy is tight.  One is in the mountains, one is in the countryside, one is tucked away in a hotel room getting beaten silly by her lover.  I don’t have a big circle of close friends, just a handful that keep me sane and centered, aroused and interested.

I miss them when I’m gone, when they are gone.  While I’ve been out of work I’ve needed encouragement, distraction, support, and guidance.  I should have more friends in person.  I don’t pursue friends very well; I don’t care enough to make the connections to be “friends.”  It’s just not worth the bother.  My on-line friendships that have lasted have a mix of friendship, sexuality, flirting, mutual need, and good technology.  I appreciate all aspects of these relationships.  They are important to me.

A side note.  When I was in college I had my first serious adult girlfriend.  It was strange though, she was coming out of a bad family situation, we had different views religiously, she challenged my notion of morals, we fell in love while never admitting it, and she was the first girl I ever held naked in my arms.  It ook us a while to admit it, but I remember holding her in bed one night. We were in her apartment, on her bed, and she asked me how it felt to be in a relationship.  “A relationship?”  At the time it seemed so serous.  But I like being in relationships now, I like having those connections that go beyond an eyebrow raise, a handshake, a high five, or even a wry smile and a knowing look. I like being connected to the women in my life.

Each one makes a difference, plays a different role, and helps me in a different way.  I love them all.  When I’m away like this, though temporary, it highlights how my life is enriched by the people around me.  That’s the point, I guess, of much of life, is to connect to people, to build relationships.

As I try to start a small business, everyone talks about building relationships.  But how many small business men want to talk dirty to me on the phone and play on Skype?  Without that ice breaker how am I to get things going?

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