FFF Prompt - 3/29 - Escape!

Key word  = Escape

Word Limit =
Your age x 4 or
your weight x 3 or

your house number /2 of

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.

This week's pictures was submitted by Brigit Delany over at "The Lustful Literate"

Go show her some love.

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I think I figured out how to take flattering pictures of my own feet

You must lie on your back, feet in the air, and photograph them from upside down. This sounds complex, but it's really quite simple. I have the feeling the reason it works better has to do with the light being different when shooting upward instead of downward, along with having gravity working in your favor (pulling your bulk down and away from the objects of your photography, as opposed to the usual state of affairs). I took two pictures and edited them differently, as I enjoyed the look of sepia with regard to my tattoo, but was unable to clearly illustrate the true color of my toenail polish with that filter. I am very picky and precise today! I wrote today's three pages on my 750words account just a few minutes ago, and I am feeling particularly verbose as a result. I still find the data gleaned from my writing to be fascinating. It will be even more interesting when I have more than three days' worth of statistics to compile.

We managed to do some yardwork today as the weather finally cooperated. I succeeded in weeding by using my body weight to pull the weeds instead of my back muscles. I'd grab a handful of weeds and sort of fall backward onto my heels. It worked well and definitely minimized the pain I had to deal with. Patrick heroically mowed our incredibly overgrown lawn, after going to pick up the mower from Sears. As it turned out, the carburetor was faulty, so they rebuilt it and didn't charge us a dime. I love warranties. I'm very grateful to him for dealing with what was rapidly turning into a gluttonous horse's paradise. We'd nearly reached the point of having sort of waves in the grass, as if the house were floating upon a green sea. It was getting just a touch ridiculous, Constant Readers. I am no longer struck with intense shame upon returning home and beholding our lawn.

As it is now time for our dinner before we head down for Patrick's rehearsal (I am accompanying him since I'm sick to death of not being able to see him - thanks, Tacoma Opera), I will leave you with some pictures of my fabulous toes. I sincerely hope none of you reading this are of the foot-hating persuasion, so as to avoid feeling creeped out by the aforementioned photographs. If indeed you are, my apologies.

Stormy Weather Toes I

Stormy Weather Toes II

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Beautiful Friday

I went out with Patrick after work yesterday and picked up my pill refill plus some nail polish. I got two shades, gold and a dark grey. They are called Nefertiti and Stormy Weather, both by Deborah Lippmann if anyone is interested. I love them! I painted my nails last night while Patrick played through some pieces on his trombone. Stormy Weather went on my toes, and Nefertiti currently graces my hands.

I tried taking a picture of my toes with the polish on them, but it is very difficult to get a flattering photograph of your own feet. I gave up. Just pretend you can see the dark grey polish on them. It's quite lovely.

An awful lot of next week is going to be dedicated to various types of therapy. Massage, physical, doctor visits, etc. I hope all this helps. I had a killer headache last night, but it finally went away. Probably stress and muscle tension. Glad that's gone.

In other news, I've discovered 750 Words, which is basically a site dedicated to getting you to write more. What about? Anything! It's free, and it's sort of fascinating. After you've written stuff, you can look at the various statistics it compiles about your writing (subject, focus, mood, etc). Some of the algorithm's conclusions are ridiculous, but that kind of adds to the fun. For example, yesterday I wrote my first three pages (that is approximately what 750 words works out to), and it informed me that I was a negative introvert who was upset about death. It exaggerated a little bit... I AM NOT UPSET ABOUT DEATH, DAMN IT! Ahem. Anyway, it gave me a chuckle. Your writings are completely private unless you choose to share them. It's an interesting idea if you're looking for something to motivate you to write more often.

Without further ado, this week's beautiful picks (click on each to be taken to its larger version):

Source: furkl.com viaAdrasteia on Pinterest

Source: annejulie-art.com viaAdrasteia on Pinterest

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Source: magickalgraphics.com viaAdrasteia on Pinterest

Source: whattopin.us viaAdrasteia on Pinterest

Source: browse.deviantart.com viaAdrasteia on Pinterest

Source: hayloft-plants.co.uk viaAdrasteia on Pinterest

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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!

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FFF - The Villa Balcony

I don't speak a lick of Russian, though I did lick a Russian once, so I didn't get any extra credit.  Nor did I tell anyone new that I loved them.  All the people I love are old.  So I played with the prime numbers.  I love the prime series, endlessly fascinating in the search for the next big one, strange that something as simple as a number drives so many mathematicians to distraction.

Each paragraph is the length of a Prime Number, each one gets longer which is a challenge for me because most of my FFF pieces end with very short punch lines.   You'll have to tell me if this one works.

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I hope you had fun writing this week.  Remember to tell your friends and join in yourself next time!

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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, but bonus words must be added in Prime Number increments

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2 – Don’t go.

3 – Why Shouldn’t I?

5 – Because I love you Tess.

7 – Fuck you!  You never loved me Frank.

11 – She stepped to the balcony and continued dressing. Feeling him watch.

13 – Of course I love you.  I bought this villa for you, for us.

17 – The Sicilian air tickled her backside making her intensely aware of just how small her thong was.

19 – She paused, breathed, felt the wind ruffle her light skirt and stopped her hands from pulling the zipper closed.

23 – She looked into the courtyard and then up and saw his children playing on their balcony, blissfully unaware of their father SO near-by.

29 – She let the skirt drop to the tile, and, without turning to look at him, commanded him to make love to her. She stripped off her thong, and waited.

31 – He could hear the roar of the street, the voices of the children, his children.  He looked at her bare skin, her perfect curves, and the freshly soiled panties.

37 – His cock hardened and he stood back in the shadows and undressed.  He calculated angles, the time of day, the height of the balcony and that of his children.  He stepped forward and entered her.

41 – She gasped and spread to give him access to her dripping cunt.  He had filled her just moments before and now again, ‘O Fuck’ how she loved this man. She clenched and held his body tight.  Her climax was growing closer.

43 – The tide was turning as her voice wavered.  Thrusting, he filled her without restraint and pushed harder, his hand clasping over her mouth as her heavings became louder.  Her legs began to buckle and he thrust upward, lifting her out of her shoes.

47 – Nannies collected children, young voices faded, doors closed trying to block promiscuous noises.  His final strokes were harsh, deep, her release operatic, he pulled back her hair and came. His wife turned around and kissed him tenderly, “See, I told you we wouldn’t regret owning two apartments.”

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What day is it?

I just finished a day with 6 hours of meetings and made a made dash to get the Friday's Flash Fiction post all set to go.  I typed and thought and typed again and then was seriously distracted by a friend who should be sleeping very deeply now, and then, as I hit the "Schedule" button, i realized it was only Wednesday.  This week is lasting forever!!!

Oh well, it's my wife's birthday and that means a good dinner and better sex, I hope, so I'll make this short.  Have a WONDERFUL evening and we'll see you all again tomorrow.

XOXO

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Random thoughts at a Starbucks v1

"my brain tells me to shut everything down, the blog, twitter, tmblr, instagram, but then my ego kicks my brain in the balls and shuts him up" - Me

why in the world would you want to shut down? We love you!! -  a friend

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i'm not going anywhere, but I think about it at times.  I think about the time I spend on-line that should be spent on other pursuits, but my ego and social skills would suffer.  I really need more practice women I don't know what they are wearing and if they have a Skype account.  Comes in handy all the time.

Wal-Mart Cashier - "That will be $17.93
Me - "Does saying that make your nipples hard?"

The funny thing is, as security dragged me off I didn't have to pay for any of it!  Score one for the jailer, one for me.  Winning!

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The dangerous thing is that I've started getting in to Twitter.  Now twitter is completely pointless, but it's just so much fun.  It's like hanging out with a dozen other funny kids who don't mind giving you set-ups for your punch lines and the cute girls will actually talk to you.  But they are the funny kids from a different school.  they don't know that I blog or run FFF (poorly) or have friends over here.  I'm just a visitor over there in Twitterville so, for the moment, thy don't know anything about the felonies.

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I've stopped using Instagram much. All my pictures are the same, sunrise, sunset, flowers I see while running, and the occasional "natural abstract" where I get really close to a tree trunk or weed patch, and convince myself that I'm artistic.  Autistic, maybe, but art is not my thing.

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Oh, and I seem to have pissed off another batch of friends.  It's kind of like the coming of spring, it's going to happen whether I want it to or not, so I might as well enjoy the change in the season.  OH!  Speaking of changes in the season, I just bought a new camera over eBay that does timelapse photography and I'm so excited.  I'm going to point it at myself during work and see just how little I can move during the day.  All I have to do is dial the next conf. call # and try to not drool as I sleep.  I might point it out the window at the tree that's about to bloom, but with my luck, it will be pretty two days before the camera arrives. 

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Fitness note - I videotaped myself getting off this afternoon but decided not to send it because i looked too fat.  I'm not that fat, but my arms are way too short for a good camera angle and my boss wasn't available to hold it for me. 

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I'm at Starbucks drinking hot chocolate and hoping my battery doesn't die before I post this.  My daughter is at play practice and trying out for a part she won't get.  I hope she at least gets a call-back, her voice is developing nicely and she has a great 'look' for the part.  But life crushes us early and often so I think she's about to get a 'life lesson.'  Also, the hot chocolate at Coffee Bean is MUCH better but there is only one in my podunk town.

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Last week I had an orgasm 4 days in a row.  This week feels like a "one and done" week.  Work is kicking up, kids are busy, wife is snarly, calendar is full, and well, the mood's just not there.

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Back to the original comment.  My friend has no idea (until I tell her in a DM that will miss the mark and sound a little more creepy than it should) how much it means to me that she read my tweet and actually saw what it said. 

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I'm not an avid sports fan these days, not time and I'm always being out-voted 3-1 in favor of the disney chanel, but I'm always glad when the Lakers lose which makes me a petty horrible person, but then again, it is the Lakers, so who can blame me?

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My daughter just called so it's time for me to go.  The FFF prompt will go up Wednesday afternoon and I hope you all can join in this week.  We only had 4 people write last week.  We need more.  It's fun.

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Well, I've killed my hour. 
Good night.
Sleep Deep
Sleep naked
and have a wonderful tomorrow.

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FFF - Black and White

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 help someone else have between now and Friday morning.

I'm going to make this quick.  I LOVE both pictures and I thought about using them two weeks back-to-back, but then I figured they would work better as a pair.

Please get the word out the Flash Fiction is Back!  We need more of our wonderful friends to join in.  If you don't know what FFF is all about, read here!!

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FFF - Feb 15 - Love and Punishment

Key Words
Love
Punishment
Word Limit
Who can put a limit on love?
I can
300 words
Bonus
Set it on Feb 13th

If you are confused as to the rules guidelines click here ---> HERE

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 V1

She walked through the door and set her keys on the table. They sounded like dropped chimes against the lacquered wood. Her briefcase, like always, was placed underneath the table, between the hand-crafted legs.  She inhaled the rich aroma. Stepping out of her high-heeled shoes she felt the change in height, it acted as a gateway between work and home, between the stilettoed executive and home.

She turned, absentmindedly locking the door, there would be no visitors tonight. Shoes in hand she walked down the entryway and turned on the lights to the living room. Without even looking she knew he was there. She forced herself not to look. She busied herself in the kitchen, preheating the oven, and selecting a premade meal that was clearly labeled in the freezer Lasagna-use by 2/13”

With her hand on the refrigerator door she saw his reflection in the stainless steel, fuzzy from the texture, unmistakably him. She refused to turn, to look, she simply opened the door and extracted the salad, the rolls, butter and jam, and the ice cold water that he always liked. She closed the door and turned, keeping her eyes cast down to the counter and prepared the simple meal.

The oven creaked as it warmed, preparing itself, as she removed the tinfoil from the lasagna she felt her body preparing itself as well.

With dinner in the oven she moved to the center of the room and undressed, laying quietly, touching, crying, and cumming. The timer on the oven beeped and she awoke, chilly in the silent apartment. Now she looked.  He was gone. Of course he was gone, he was never really there. Her love for him was her punishment.  He would never be there.

She plated her dinner and logged-in.  Maybe he would be here.  (300)

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She walked through the door and tossed her keys onto the table. They sounded like crashing chimes against the lacquered wood. Her briefcase, like always, dropped between the hand-crafted legs, almost underneath the table this time.  She inhaled the rich aroma. Stepping out of her high-heeled shoes she felt the change in height, it acted as a gateway between the stilettoed executive and home.

She locked the door, nobody would be leaving tonight without her permission. She walked down the hall and knew he was there. She could smell him.  She took in a deep breath and smiled at the aroma of freshly made lasagna.  Without looking she knew there would be a green salad, ice water, homemade rolls with jam and butter from the farmer’s market.

She didn’t even look at him as she walked through the house, she didn’t need to, he was there, he was always there.

She stood at the end of the granite counter flipping through the mail. Bills to the left, junk mail to the right. She shrugged off her jacket dropped it on the chair next to her. Absentmindedly unbuttoning her starched white blouse, she read the magazine covers on the stack. Her blouse and skirt hit the floor and she was glad that she had foregone underwear.

She laid down on the blankets he had prepared for her and touched, stroked, played, and climaxed. She felt him fidget across the room.  Sneering, she plunged fingers inside wet flesh and came again. She flipped open her phone, dialed, laughed, described, and came again, confirming romantic plans for the holiday.

She tasted her fingers and faced him, spreading wide to show him what she had done.

“You may go now.” She said. 

His love for her was his punishment and he accepted his sentence with gladness.

 
 
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There are always 2 sides to every story, two version of every relationship. They never fully reconcile and couples, real, hopeful, imaginary, virtual, or theoretical, have to deal with that. I love this picture, is sexy, sensual, open to various interpretations and moods. There is an exquisite tension in the physical distance between two within the picture frame. Is this a power struggle? Who has that power? Is he watching, waiting, or observing and testing?

I hope you enjoyed writing and reading this week as much as I did.

 

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FFF - VD

Key Words
Love
Punishment
Word LimitWho can put a limit on love?
I can
300 words
Bonus
Set it on Feb 13th

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