TMI Tuesday - Give it up!

This week’s TMI Tuesday questions were produced by Heelsnstocking and Hedone.

Making Sacrifices and
Resisting Temptation

1. What did you give up for lent?

Nothing, I'm not Catholic.  I've done Lent in the past.  Gave up chocolate for 40 days to impress a friend I wanted to sleep with.  Didn't work, so I ate double the chocolate bunnies at the Easter dinner.  Bad form for a nice Jewish boy.  

2. What sexually could you never give up?

Masturbation.  Seriously, if you can't be self-reliant, what kind of a man are you?

3. What act would you like to do for 40 days and 40 nights?

I would like to make out with my wife on the couch every night.  Even if we don't end up havign sex.  She can just swallow and go to bed if she wants.  But I love kissing, i love being naked, I love touching, and if we fall asleep before anything happens, that's OK too. 

4. What sexual sacrifice have you made? Why?

 I gave up porn for a while, gave up sex for a long while, stopped flirting for about an hour, I've given several friends away to the great Internet boyfriend in the sky.  I keep my pants on at work, most of the time, and I've stopped hitting on a couple of bloggers because the restraining order told me to, but I still think they miss me.

5. Have you ever been tied to a cross or anything else?

No, and I can't think of anything funny to say here.  Except that I've made my wife cross many times by trying to tie her down.  Does that count?

6. What part of your body do you like worshiped?

Smile when you suck my dick, pretend to like it when I get hard, and dammit woman, bit harder when you kiss my nipples.  They aren't going to break or tear, and yes, i like it when it hurts..

7. What can your partner do to you that makes you feel true bliss?

 Cum as I eat her out.  There is nothing I like better, nothing, than the feeling of the "hip shift" as she gets on the edge of orgasm as she straddles my face.  There is that moment when she pulls back off my cock and concentrates on just her own pleasure and I know that I need to stop up my game and push her over the edge.  She rocks forward, changing the angle just a bit, and then BOOM!

Nothing better, ever.

Bonus: Tell us about a time you were tempted. Did you give in or resist?

Seriously, have you not been reading my blog? 

I resisted when JR was in my hotel room dressed only in a towel.
I gave in when DB met me at the mall
I resisted when IB said that she wanted "more."
I gave in when CG wanted one more time.

I should have given in more, had fewer regrets, and well......  Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda.

Have a great Tuesday.

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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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FFF 12-21-12 - Christmas Celebrations!

Merry Christmas My FFFFFs
(Fellow Flash Fiction Friday Fanatics)

It's too late now, but I guess we should have gone for the "End of the World" theme to celebrate the Mayan Calendar ending sometime this afternoon.  But, I'm in more of a Christmas mood than a "sell my possessions and sit on the mountain top" kind of mood.

I had fun writing all three of these.  I hope you did too.  I'm putting the links up top this week because my #3 is written in verse, it's too long, and would push your wonderful names to far down the page to ever see the light of day.   And remember, it's never to late to add your entry!!  Hours, Days, Weeks later, if the mood strikes, WRITE!! 

This weeks' challenge was:

Prompt Word = Unexpected
Word Count = 200 (same as my Christmas budget)
Extra Credit = Use more than one picture... 

And here are all the wonderful players!!



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The cold wind swirled around the pillars of the train station and down the back of his coat. His bare fingers, wrapped around the briefcase handle, froze and he cursed himself for losing his gloves. He walked home in the dark, the severance notice in his pocket, and the overdrawn credit cards in his wallet. The snow crunched underneath his thin soled shoes and the gray slush slid between his sock and the cheap leather and he felt it pool under his instep, creating a cold puddle that chilled his soul. The layoff had not been completely unexpected, but the timing could not have been worse. What kind of cold-hearted bastards layoff 200 people the Monday before Christmas?

He thought about his wife, the disappointment that would drip from every word, the look in her eyes, and the tone in her body language. He knew a different job would come along soon, but the attitude would always be the same.

He thought about his wife as he trudged up the stairs to the four-story walk-up, and he started to smile. Home could wait, bad news could wait, he had a tree to decorate and an unwrapped gift waiting for him. (200/200)

 

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She stood tall, trying to keep her back straight in the weight off her wrists as she hummed a little Christmas song that she learned as a child. She loved Christmas time, the tinsel, the bows, the short little plaid skirts and the nipple clamps that twinkled in the snow. She giggled to herself as she shifted her weight on her high-heeled shoes. She stood quietly waiting, doing what he had commanded her to do, to stand there and be pretty. 

She heard the door open downstairs and her giggle changed to a sigh. She clenched inside, the anticipation was the most delicious part, and her arousal, the intensity of her arousal, was always a bit unexpected. She heard his voice at the bottom of the landing, and clenched again and allowed a small orgasm to tremble through her pelvis, dance around the small of her back, race up her spine, wrap around her chest making her nipples stand erect and escape out through her throat with a wispy gasp.

He invited them all to come upstairs.  She looked around the room and caught the eyes of the other decorations, shared a smile, then stood tall. Yes, she loved Christmas. (200/200)

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‘Twas the night before Christmas

Alone in the house

Nothing was stirring

She sat like a mouse.

The man in the suit

Just stood there and stared.

As his sweet little something

Knealt and prepared.

The riding crop glistened

And his boots were so black

She hoped on her hiney

That crop he would crack.

She added the collar

To her Christmas list

And now the long chain

Was held in his fist.

She quivered and groaned

While the fire was merry

She hoped as a gift

He’d take her sweet cherry.

Naughty or nice?

He said with a wink,

The forced her to crawl

And make him a drink.

He slurped down the eggnog

The disgusting old drink

But of his thick jism,

It did make her think.

Was Ms. Clause serviced

While riding the sled?

Or did he have elves

For giving him head.

She hoped he would give her

Wrists tied in a bow

Then blowing his load

Up the chimney he’d go.

He tugged on the chain

Made her whimper and moan

“Don’t make horny Santa,

Do Christmas alone”

She crawled to his lap

But his pants were too tight

“If we can’t get them off,

It will be a long night.

She giggled and fiddled

With his big silver buckle

While he reached down between

And rubbed with a knuckle.

“Oh my, you are wet,

You really are ready.

But he was a noodle,

Like real bad spaghetti.

Come on Dear old Santa

Don’t let it be so

Then she had an idea,

She’d give it a go.

The collar was tight

On the old fat man’s neck

But when they were done

The place was a wreck.

She love the tall boots

And the crop in her hand

Who would have thought

That she’d be the man.

She whipped him

And beat him

And called him

By name

And when she abused him

He finally came.

She unleashed the collar

To his team gave a whistle

And she realized his dick

Tasted something like gristle.

Christmas for her

Was never the same

And when she was horny

She called out his name.

Beware what you wish for.

But it’s nice to be naughty

‘Specially when you

Are the Christmas tale hottie.

 



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