FFF - Jan 25 - Dark or Light

FFF for Friday
Jan 25
Word = Dark or light (but not both in the same piece)
Word Length = 300 for 1, 150 for 2, or 75 for 3
Extra Credit = Where did she go to college?

 

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“What made you choose Cal Luthren?  She asked

“I don’t rightly know.” He cinched the knot between her ankles, “My dad arranged some interviews and said that if I didn’t accept the scholarship he’d cut off my trust fund.  Why did you?”

He admired her bare cunt in the light of the dorm room window.

"I like teaching here”, she said with a sigh, “The students are so eager to learn at a religious school.”

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“I had no idea you Duke girls were in to betting on hoops.” He admired his knot.  “This should teach you a lesson about gambling.”

His fingers dipped between her lips and felt her readiness.

She moaned in the dark behind the blindfold.

The bet was simple, two swats for every point her team lost by.

She felt her body quiver, swell, and tingle inside.

He raised his hand, “What was the final score again?”

 

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She loved his weight on her back and the light tickle of her open blouse on her bare breasts.  They hung from her chest, heavy, full, ripe, and eager.  His hands were soft and his knots were tight and she felt herself dripping, pulsing, warming, swelling.  She rested against the headboard and clenched and released, doing her Kegals as commanded. 

“You make fuck me now.” She whispered.  She had gotten to CUAjust in time.

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I couldn't resist going for all three, but the 75 word limit was short.  At first I thought about writing 3 jokes about my favorite schools, but joke are tough and though "brevity is the soul of wit", 75 words was too short for a set-up, suspension, and punch line.

So instead you got the teacher, the gambler, and the catholic girl.  All favorites.  :-)  

SO, write your story, add your link, take a lunch, and get to work!!  Even if you are reading this on Friday, it's not to late!!!

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FFF - Frantic - Jan 18

His mind scrambled to make sense of anything, he just needed one fact, something familiar, something that wasn't complete chaos. The last thing he was sure of was the sound of her husband’s voice booming through the bedroom door as she frantically pushed him toward the fire escape. She began throwing clothes out the window but they vanished as they crossed the plane between inside and outside. With a flash of released energy, they vanished and he was left naked on the cold metal stairs.

Frantic - 234

He was unsure of his direction, location, , or velocity, all he knew is that he had to pick one, change one, and increase the other. He ran straight toward the brick wall, determined to tunnel through it and he felt his skin, muscle, and bone rearrange themselves as he passed through the solid rock and into the arched pathway that created itself for his escape.

He wondered if he was dreaming but the pain in his feet and the sound of the pursuing car convinced him that the threat was real. His eyes searched for a black door, a hole in the tunnel wall and it pulled him like gravity towards it. He entered and it went dark as he felt his way around the boxlike enclosure. Trapped like a cat, he was unsure if he was dead or alive, he would find out when the door re-opened. (234)

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With my sincere apologies to Schrödinger,Heisenberg and Planck, I had to try the quantum theory approach.  The only sexy thing about it was his starting location, but after that, it's just a bad episode of Jumper.  :-)

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So, let's try one more time.

“Candice!” He yelled as he waited impatiently, “where’s my dinner?”

“Make it yourself!” She yelled from the living room, “I’m tired.”

“What am I supposed to eat,” he said, petulant, “I’m hungry.”

“If you’re hungry,” her voice changed tone,” I have something you can eat.”

He turned and looked at his young bride; she had beautiful eyes, deep blue and as stormy as the sea. They had a rocky relationship but the sex was good in the cooking was great, but both depended on the mood of the moment too much for his liking.

His tummy rumbled, “If I do you right will you make me dinner?”

“If you do me right, I’ll make you anything you want.” She peeled her green T-shirt off and dropped it to the floor, her black & pink panties were next and she took him by the hand.

She stripped him down quickly and rubbed his head and laughed, “I love how smooth you are.”

He slipped his hand between her legs and said the same thing.

Their coupling was frantic and fast and he came quickly, filling her, but leaving her hanging.

“All right then, he” he said as he pulled on his pants, “Make me dinner.”

Scowling, she followed him into the kitchen and opened a drawer, “How about Mac & Cheese?”

“Whatever.”

She grabbed for his cock and brandished the knife, “How about with sausage?

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Punch lines are difficult, but I hope this worked a little.  I laughed when I wrote it.

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