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FFF - An empty room





The cool concrete chilled her skin. She covered her face creating that private space she needed.

Breathe in, breathe out. 

Breathe in, hold, increase awareness of time and place, breathe out.

Breathe in, calm the heart, listen, liberate the fear. Breathe out.

She pressed against the rough surface of the wall, feeling the small grains of sand dig into her skin.

She felt the bones of her buttocks carrying her weight into the floor and allowed the anticipation to center and grow.

She felt the shivers come, her body tense, shaking, and allowed herself a peek.

In between breaths she watched them play, the squeak of new tennis shoes on hardwood floors, the rhythmic bounce of the leather ball, sounds of competition, defeat, and victory.

“To the victor goes the spoils” she had read in high school, but now she was the spoils, and she cared very much about victor.

She heard a grunt, an expletive, a brief argument, then heavy steps approached her.  She felt her body tingle, quiver, and prepare.

Her boyfriend’s voice cried out, “Best two out of three?”

“Deal,” the tall man said, “is but I get her twice as long.”

Looking up she saw him, saw it, and realized, she would win either way.
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Time had lost all meaning. At first awareness she screamed until she had no voice and pounded on the walls until they turned pink, then red. The room was neither hot nor cold. The lights were either on or off and never in any perceptible pattern. She shouted and there was no echo, nor answer, she cried until she had no tears.

She thought she was in hell.  Purgatory perhaps, some interminable place of waiting, always waiting with no liberation in view. It was certainly not heaven, though everything was white.

She realized at the end of each light/dark cycle that she had slept, but was never sore from the hard surface. With no mirror there could be no reflection and she had lost a sense of self, purpose, and reason?

he tried to count, tracking day and night, but soon it was a jumble and she would find herself sitting in the corner for Days? Weeks? Minutes? Seconds?

She never dreamed.

With no immediate threat, there was no immediate fear, so tentatively she touched and was instantly rewarded. Time was now spent on her back, endlessly pleasured, always pleasuring, never tender, never sore, never tired.  Endlessly.

Memories returned, and names remembered, a life reclaimed.

Then a voice questioned, a door opened.
She shook her head, and stayed inside.
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I have very little time for commentary today, i have three minutes to get out the door and to another meeting, but I had two very different takes.  I love the picture but was stumped until this afternoon as I listened to Marquette escape defeat in the final seconds of their 1st game of the NCAA Basketball tournament.  (I should link you to the game's coverage, but I have no time and crappy web connection).

These teams are playing for pride, honor, glory, and a chance to keep their scholarships,but what would happen if they were playing for something really important.

And for the other one?  I hope it worked.  I always thing sci-fi when I see a bare room, all white, a single person.  I think abduction, experimentation, probing and getting probed.  I don't write sci-fi very often, but, like I said, i hope this was at least a little interesting, at least 209 words of interesting.

Thanks to all who joined in this week!!!

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Flash Fiction Friday Prompt for March 22


Key Word = Liberation, but not Freedom
Word Count = between 199 and 209

Good Luck, and God Bless.

My post will go up on 3/22 @ 12:05 AM

For instructions, click HERE!



FFF & Monday Fitness

It's late, the time change jacked me up yesterday, and I'm tired.  Plus, I will be on the road for almost 8 hours tomorrow as I head north for a meeting, meet, and then head home.  Ugh.

So here is this Week's FFF

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






 I really like this picture, I hope you have fun with it.

New to FFF?  read here

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As for the fitness Update
Last week
Monday-  Short run
Tuesday - Long Swim
Wednesday - Water workout
Thursday - Long Run
Friday - Rained out
Saturday - Long run
Sunday - Day of rest

And I still gained a pound.

So, as I always say, try try again.

Monday will be tough as I am on the road and won't get a workout but will get a free burrito bar lunch.  I'll have to make up for it during the rest of the week.

Next Week

Monday-  Nothing
Tuesday - Short Run / Short Swim
Wednesday - Long Run (7+)
Thursday - Long Swim (40 laps)
Friday - Cross training - light workout
Saturday - Long run (9)
Sunday - Day of rest

Daily Calorie Goal = 1700 Calories (not counting those earned for workouts)

Let's see what happens!




Flash Fiction Friday - Chapel Doors



She heard the Cardinals gathering outside and smiled.  Looking at the vaulted ceiling she breathed deeply and felt the ropes cut into her bare skin.  Memories flooded through her causing her body to flood of its own accord.  She looked at the enormous chapel doors, heard them creak, then saw the light filter through a small opening. 

Multi-colored dust danced in joyous celebration as the light of hope poured through the stained glass.  She arched her back to increase the pressure of the ropes and show her curves and she felt the trickle leave her lips and add to the light show exploding inside the chapel. 

She remembered being taken by the hand during the Sacraments and brought to the alter.

“You will serve the church in extraordinary ways.”  She shivered, remembering his  word with  heavily accented syllables.  “Ex-tr-a-or-di-na-ry” He was true to his word.

He walked the center aisle stopping in front of her.  She kissed his ring as his shaky hands caressed her breasts gently.  His fingers tested his consigliore’s rope work.

“Are you retiring too?”

She kissed him and nodded, “As soon as the white smoke rises.”

“Then I will let them in.”

And the conclave began.

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“What a fucker.”

She realized where she was.  “TAYLOR!!!”

Her voice echoed futily off the ancient walls.  Her cunt twitched under the ropes as her blood boiled.  “TAYLOR YOU SONOFABITCH!”

She jerked her hands up and realized the ropes were woven through her lips.  The rough rope dragged across tender flesh and she gasped.

“Taylor!” she called out, moving her hand up and down, “Come on Daddy, I can’t get arrested again.”

She closed her eyes as the blood pulsed through her tits, swollen from the ropes.  As her hands pulled the hemp deeper into her cleft, she felt her heartbeat in her nipples and she knew she was edging ever closer.

She struggled to keep her balance as her juices flowed and her vision blurred.  With a sharp upward tug her clit started to sizzle and she wondered how loud she would be. 

The roughness of the rope drover her crazy, she could feel it everywhere and the soaked chords between her legs were chaffing and she ached for the pain. 

“Taylor?”  pleading now. “Please.”  Defeated.

“Yes” was all he said and she pulled upward once more and flooded the cathedral floor.

He stepped out of the shadows, threw her over his shoulder and walked out the far door.

She saw the puddle she left and called out, “Let the Conclave begin!”
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"I'm not Catholic, but I play one on TV"  OK, that's a really old joke, but it's true.  Well, not on TV, but, well, I do like funny hats and pooping in the woods, but none of that matters.

This week the world watches as the Catholic Conclave begins.  It is one of the oldest political rituals in history, dating back to before there were even little boys to ... well... let's move on.  

When the picture was submitted I had to jump on it for this week's FFF.  I'm not going to make a theme of cathedral porn, but it is fun once in a while.  So thanks to Kinbaku Gardener, and everyone else who joined in today, even if it did post on Thursday.  :-)

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As always, you can click HERE if you don't know what FFF is all about.

FFF Prompt - Lent's talk about sex!

OK, it's Lent, right?  the 40 days between Ash Wednesday and Easter where good Catholics, and a few others who just like it when men wear dresses, give up something as a show of devotion and sacrifice.  Last week Ryan of The Ashley Madison Adventures of a good guy gone bad wrote about giving up celibacy for lent, a sneaky move, totally approved of by the church.  Go good job.

This week's picture was submitted by another FFF player, Kinbaku-Gardener, who must spend a fortune on ropes, and when he's "all tied up", you know he is way more than busy, he is getting busy.

Thanks for the great picture!  I love submissions (and submissives).  My tumblr for FFF ideas is "More Bad Advice"  I'd love to get your ideas and I'll do my best to use them. 

This week's prompt:

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.



Finish my story....



And laid her head back on the desk and allowed her thighs to fall open. His strong hands held her by the backs of the knees and she watched his head bob up and down, his tongue splitting her lips again and again. She put her head back on a stack of reports and allowed her eyes to close, thinking how long it had been since she had been eaten out by a talented tongue. She loved the feeling of his hands on her legs, controlling her, keeping her open, forcing her to show what she wanted to show.   She wanted to show him everything. She wanted him to see.

Her thoughts drifted to the days of her youth when clumsy boys took hesitant licks in the steamy backseat of their father’s car. They got so close, but did so little. She had discovered the miracle of masturbation long before boys knew what to do with hands, tongues, and teeth. She was not easy, she did not invite every boy to try, but those she invited were a disappointment. How she longed, at that tender age of 17, to feel a man’s tongue between her legs.

She came back to the present and realized that she was on the precipice of a climax. His strong hands pushed her farther open, her laser bare skin glistened with the combination of her excitement and his ministrations. She did not want to hide, so she reached down with her right hand and spread her pink lips for him. She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Make me come,” her voice cracked, “please lick my pussy and make me come.”

He paused for just a moment and looked up at her, an erotic alligator with his eyes just above the surface of her flat stomach.

“Ask me again,” he said giving her clipped a tender link, “I love it when you ask.”

“Please, please make me come.” She brought herself up on one elbow so she could watch, she felt her breasts move and saw that her nipples were hard and pink.

“I love it when you suck me. I love your tongue in my cunt. I want to cum for you, eat me, please, oh fuck, eat me.”

He smiled and lifted her ass off the desk with his hands, bringing the small of her back off the leather blotter, now discolored by sweat and made fragrant by her dripping. He looked at her. He looked at her face, her smile, her beautiful eyes, her dark hair. He knew that she liked it when he looked at her and he loved what he saw. He looked at her body, no longer a 20-year-old, but beautiful with experience and wisdom. He let his hand slip from behind her left leg as he caressed her breasts and fondled gently the hardened nipples at each peak. He squeezed, eliciting a gasp and smiled in response. He felt his own cock hard and dripping,

He scooped her legs up in his hands again and leaned forward, arching her back in forcing her hips to curl upward. From here her cunt flowered open with arousal, her wetness glistened in the light of the office, the setting sun coming through the window and the harsh fluorescent lights speeding down upon her bare flesh. He looked at her.

He looked at the bare skin, carefully groomed by laser, cared for by lotions and loving hands. Her lips were so soft, hair free, delicate and full, fragrant and womanly. From here she could see his tongue extend and slide between her lips and she moaned into the office air. He wanted to torture her, to make it last, to deny her the orgasm she craved as long as she could stand, and then 5 minutes more

He looked at her, her beautiful hips that bore 3 wonderful children; her legs that walked hundred of miles to bring kids to school and back, her ass that she claimed to protect then gave willingly when the time was right. He bent down and suckled at her clit, and she felt her body preparing itself.

He took his time, knowing that she liked to build a long steady rhythm. He took his time to enjoy the fragrance, the taste slippery wet that flowed. He used his thumbs to spread her wide and increase pressure at the base. He took his time to make her happy, to make her his, to make her come

“May I come?” Her voice had a begging to it that he could not resist.

Barely taking his mouth from her lips, he whispered “You may come for me now.”

He plunged his tongue deep between her lips and suck and fucked and devoured her pussy. She bucked and thrust of against him as her orgasm exploded over her. ‘oh fuck’, was the only thing coherent she could muster. He continued to attack. He continued to take and to claim and to own.

After seconds, minutes, an hour? He felt her body relax her breathing come back close to normal. He held her gently and lowered her hips to the desk and brought her knees closed. She shivered on the hardwood of the desk and he covered her with his jacket that had hung on the back of his chair. She curled up, twitching, aching, trying to breathe.

“You love that, don’t you? Love”

Love what?”

“You love what you do to me.”

 He sat her back up and helped her slip into her slacks and dress for the drive back to her husband.

“Yes, I do.”
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