tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55900146879846238112024-03-13T10:05:03.820-07:00Shorts and ExtrasShort stories, Flash Fiction pieces, and snippets too small to categorize.Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-54159194517756422472013-07-19T00:00:00.000-07:002013-07-19T00:00:00.774-07:00FFF Prompt - The Innocent<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Word Length - 444 - <b><i>I managed to hit the target exactly!</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Required Word/Phrase - Ingénue (pronounced an-zhuh-noo) - <b><i>Twice, even!</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Forbidden Words - Mirror, Pasta, Doggie, Tutu - <b><i>Avoided :)</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">25 bonus words - Share an experience that happened at a performance - <b><i>passed on this</i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Extra Credit - Explain where her mother is (25 extra words) - <b><i>passed on this one, too.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yup, it's Friday and time for another of <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Advizor</a>'s naughty Flash Fiction photo prompts! Check out the picture and requirements above, click on the link to his website, read and enjoy the stories, and then return! I'll wait.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All done? Okay!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I struggled with this picture. For some reason, the photo did little for me. Perhaps it's because it looks so static, so staged? I don't know, but I was coming up with some wild stuff. Everything from wax museums to automatons to androids... some of these were headless, even! Still, I persevered and returned to my fangirl roots. For those who've poked around this blog, you might guess the theme of this one before you hit the reveal at the bottom. What can I say? I'm a fangirl!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">La Fleur sat at the vanity, and put the finishing touches
onto her makeup before the night’s festivities. The local theater was decked
out for the annual masquerade ball, with lights and streamers and the crème of
society dressed in their finest. The management established the event to help
raise funds and seek potential patrons. The dancers used it as a way to find a
few patrons of their own. She had her eye on one in particular – a handsome
lord with a horse-faced, shrew of a wife and plenty of funds to provide her
with a trinket or two for her services.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As she swiped some powder across her chin, the lights in the
room flickered, then went out. Cool hands snaked around her waist and raised
her onto her knees on the bench. As the unknown man flipped her starched
crinoline up and over her waist, she fumbled for the lamp and flipped the
switch.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Am I all that you expected, my precious little <b><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">ingénue</span></i></b>?” His voice
was supernal and she shivered at its beauty. She gazed at his reflection, and
liked all that she saw. Her mysterious patron was dressed for the masquerade in
a flawless tuxedo, with starched white shirt, perfectly tied bowtie, and elegant
tails. A gleaming white mask covered all of his face except his intense amber
eyes and full, kissable lips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Am I?” La Fleur countered as he stroked her bare ass. The
dancer never wore undergarments. She found them stifling to her creativity as
well as her purse. More men flocked to her dressing room for the glances she
offered them during the show.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Indubitably.” She gasped as he plunged his rigid cock to
the hilt without further discourse. His cold hand rested on the small of her
back as he fucked her with savage intensity. “Finish your makeup, little <b><i><span style="font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 107%;">ingénue. </span></i></b>You take the
stage soon. I want you to dance to my music with my seed running down your
thighs. I want you to sing my words after you have moaned my name.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Your music? Your words?” La Fleur moaned as her body tensed
around his thrusting cock. Like the hand pressed to her lower back, it felt
unusually cool, like a leather dildo after it’s been stored in the icebox. “But
that’s ridiculous!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why is that, my angel?” Her masked lover reached around and
pinched her clit. She hit several impressive notes as she came.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Because that would make you…” Her eyes widened as he pulled
off his mask to reveal the mangled flesh beneath it.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The Phantom of the Opera? Why, yes, Christine, it would.” Her
screams masked his shout as he came.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-16598984434205991492013-07-11T19:34:00.000-07:002013-07-11T19:34:34.438-07:00FFF Prompt - Phone Lines<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Advizor</a>'s Flash Fiction Friday!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Required Phrase = "Answer it"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Word Length = 661 <i>(I ended at 660!)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bonus Words = 50 if you tell us a phone sex confession <i>(um.. I'm voting no on this one lol)</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>As always, read, enjoy, comment if you're so inclined, then follow the link above and read the rest!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">They met at the golf course, arguing over who got the last
cart. He grudgingly offered to share, and she reluctantly agreed. The first
five holes were played in silence. Neither caring enough about what was
considered polite to want to be the first to give in. Then he missed a putt,
said a few choice words, and she remarked upon his vulgarity. His response was
biting, cruel, but she merely laughed. With a few choice phrases of her own,
she let him know that he was a mere amateur in the world of cutting insults.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As they played the remainder of the eighteen holes, they
compared curses, pejoratives, and golf swings. He conceded that she played
pretty well… <i>for a woman.</i> She
confessed that he was kinda handsome… <i>for
a useless CEO</i>. They traded insults and telephone numbers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On Hole Thirteen, she sliced her initial drive into the
wooded rough with an appropriate amount of colorful phrases. While looking for
the small white ball, she snapped a quick picture of her masturbating with the
handle of her club. She sent it to him just as he stepped onto the tee box and
giggled when his drive hooked hard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The insults faded but the photographs grew. On Hole Fourteen,
she received a video of him stroking his cock. On the way to Hole Sixteen, he
almost drove them into a tree when she swallowed that same cock into her throat.
She played Hole Seventeen topless; Eighteen completely nude.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She attacked him in the elevator, pressing him against the
wall with savage kisses. A flick of her wrist dropped his straining dick into
her hand. He braced his back against the wall when she climbed his body and impaled
herself upon his waiting cock. Overcoming his shock quickly, he spun her around
to pound into her tight pussy. She came just as the doors opened with a ding. A
waiting young man gaped in amazement at the unexpected and erotic show. She
slid from her lover’s arms, patted the young man’s blushing cheek and blew him
a kiss as she sauntered down the hall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once they entered his hotel room, her handsome CEO became
the aggressor. Buttons flew as he ripped off his clothing and tossed them in
every direction. He scooped her into his arms and threw her onto his bed with a
growl. She scraped her nails down his back until he pinned her hands to the
bed. His thick cock invaded her eager pussy once more and pounded into her with
lustful abandon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The telephone’s shrill ringing threw off his rhythm and he
groaned in frustration. She wrestled her hand free and teased his sweat-slick
back with a light scraping of her nails. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Answer it,” she whispered huskily. “I want to see if you
can talk and fuck at the same time. Answer it. I dare you.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In their eighteen holes of golf, he had never been able to
resist a dare. With an erotic grind of his hips, he plucked the receiver from
the cradle. “Hello? Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Volonin. I wasn't expecting your call.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She wrapped her legs around his waist, thrusting up so he couldn't pause while on the telephone. He nearly dropped the receiver on her
head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Yes, sir. No, no, it’s fine, I’m just kind of busy right
now.” She bit his nipple and grinned as he fought the moan that threatened to
burst free. The head of the California mafia might be amused at his puppet CEO’s
erotic distraction… or he might not. “Yeah, I just met her today, in fact. We've hit it off pretty well. How did you know?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Because he sent me,” she murmured as she slid the long
dagger into his side. Her legs maintained their tight grip around his waist as
the life slowly drained from his eyes. As he breathed his last, she shook with
the power of her release.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Damn, she loved her
job!</span><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I hope you enjoyed this bit of naughtiness. Drop me a line if you did (or didn't), then head over to <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Advizor's blog</a> and check out the rest of this Friday's flashers!</span></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-64095274906795075132013-07-05T00:30:00.000-07:002013-07-05T00:30:04.144-07:00FFF - July 5 - Independence Day<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Key Word - Independence or Independence Day</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 18px;">Word Limit - 237</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/2013/07/fff-prompt-july-5-independence-day.html" target="_blank">Advizor</a> has done it again, stirred a bit of evil in me with a provocative picture. No, no one dies this time, but it may not go the direction you think! I actually managed to hit all the notes - exact word count, both keywords, and the extra credit. *high fives* Subscribe to his site and feel free to join in next week! The more the merrier!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She hung the dress on a tree limb, discarding it with as
much care as he had discarded her. Few realized just how happy his desertion had
made her. He had been her parents’ choice: the correct boyfriend, the proper
spouse, the boring lover. In other words, he made her miserable. His stammering
apologies took them by surprise; her joyful laughter and sincere wishes for his
happiness only compounded their confusion. Free of him, free of their expectations,
she decided to be free of her outer trappings as well. This was <i>her</i> <b>Independence
Day</b> – July 5<sup>th</sup>, the day she embraced her true self, instead of
the woman her family wanted her to be.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She left a trail of silky lingerie to the tree that served
as her wardrobe. The dress fluttered in the summer breeze while the wedding
guests gaped at her nudity. She crooked a finger at an old lover, but didn’t
wait to see if he would follow. She simply grabbed the bottle of champagne and a
pair of glasses and started across the empty field.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Plopping onto the ground, the cool blades of grass tickled
her bare skin. When she leaned against the fallen tree, the rough bark bit into
her back. She savored the sensations as proof of her <b>independence</b> from her former, restrictive life. As the sun warmed
her naked flesh, she heard the soft footsteps behind her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 107%;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Happy <b>Independence
Day</b>, indeed!</span></span></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-91350236346316706532013-06-27T17:38:00.000-07:002015-12-15T20:33:50.821-08:00FFF Prompt - Stratagem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
It's that time again, boys and girls! Time for some naughty flash fiction fun! This week, <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/2013/06/fff-prompt-stratagem-june-28.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Advizor54</a> brings us an interesting photo of a young, naked woman facing off against a well-dressed, perhaps slightly older man. Open the site in a new tab so you can trot over there once you're done here and read the other entries!</div>
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I decided not to go the normal routine (imagine that!), so the forbidden words were easily avoided. It did, however, make trouble for me using the keyword. I had to go back and make some changes to make it fit! Anyway, here's my small intro into the lives of Kira and her roommate, Paul.</div>
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Keyword = <b><i>Stratagem </i></b>Word Length = 700 (on the dot not including footnotes!)<br />
Forbidden Words = Spy, Tuxedo<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“What’s the point?” Kira shrugged as she climbed into the
chair opposite her roommate, Paul. Her small breasts swayed with the slight
movement, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner turned her nipples into
firm points. She tucked her legs beneath her, sitting on her heels as she fished the olive from her martini. Popping it into her mouth, Kira
propped her elbow onto the polished surface and rested her chin in her palm.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Well, you’d look less like a… um, an escort or something,
and more like my roommate!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“An escort? You’re so old fashioned sometimes, Paul. I was
going for the bad porno look!” She picked up one of the ivory chess pieces and
twirled it in her fingers. “Besides, you’re the one who said I’ve been as bitchy
as a cat in heat, lately.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You have, sweetie. Snappish and petulant don’t even begin
to cover it.” He retrieved the white queen before she could slip it beneath the
table, and replaced it on the board with an exasperated sigh.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“I can’t help it! Men get all squicky when they hear I have
a male roommate, thinking I’m running around on my boyfriend or something. <b>It’s been over a year since I’ve had
something between my legs that didn’t run on batteries! (1)</b>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Or electricity.” Paul smirked, checking his watch for the
tenth time that evening.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You have no room to talk, buster! I distinctly remember
finding you enjoying an enthusiastic fucking from my hardy little machine.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Yes, you did, and your oral aid was most appreciated.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">When he winked, she hid her blush in her martini. She couldn't tell him the real reason for her lack of a boyfriend. She wasn't stupid enough
to reveal her feelings for her very handsome, very attached, and very gay
roommate. The day she’d found him, the machine pumping the lubed up dildo into
his finely toned ass, Kira had been unable to resist swallowing down his
impressive erection, remaining between his quivering thighs until he filled her
mouth full of warm come. They rarely spoke of that day, but his taste, scent,
and moans had fueled her fantasies ever since.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Cool, my <b><i>stratagem</i></b> worked then! Anyway, back
to my fuckbuddy. I see no point in pretending this is something it’s not. If we
all know he’s here for a hookup, why make him shell out money for a nice dinner?
Let’s just get to the fucking part and get it over with.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“Kira.” Paul sighed, giving her one of his <i>it’s time for a lecture</i> looks. “Don’t
you want to at least <i>try</i> to have a
relationship? They’re a lot more fulfilling than these random throwaway fucks
when you get too horny to live with.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“That’s what I have you for, Paul.” She sipped her martini,
smiling over the rim at her roommate. He was dressed for a night at the
theater – black dinner jacket, white shirt, black bowtie – and looked
impeccable. She had the sudden urge to muss his prefect hair or place a
lipstick print on his crisp collar, just to make him a bit more human. “My last
few so-called relationships turned out to be little more than just random
hookups, just with a shit-ton more hassle. I’m just dispensing with the hassle.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“What about love? Don’t you want more than just one random
hookup after another?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“<b>I believe in love</b>.”
She drained her glass, uncoiling from the chair to walk gracefully to the sink.
“<b>Not just getting it, but giving it. I
think that if you're able to love someone, even if they don't know it, even if
they can't love you back, then it's worth it. (2)</b>”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"Excellent."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Warm arms surrounded her waist from behind and pulled her
against a familiar, firm chest. She fought tears as she brushed her fingers
over the Pride Flag cufflinks. Another stepped between her and the sink,
wrapping her into arms equally as familiar. Anthony, Paul’s boyfriend, kissed
away her threatening tears, and then kissed her. Deeply. Paul’s hands moved
from her waist to her breasts, cupping them as he whispered in her ear.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">“You <i>did </i>know we were bi, right?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span>A paraphrase
from the movie, <i>Serenity</i>, spoken by
the character Kaylee Frye. Original wording is: <i>Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on
batteries!</i> Since I paraphrased it, I used a second.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span><!--[endif]--> A quote
from my most favorite movie of all time, <i>Gosford
Park</i>. This quote is near the end, and is spoken by a tertiary character,
Dorothy, a housemaid, to Mr. Meredith, a guest.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-10605282592259773442013-06-21T00:30:00.000-07:002013-06-21T04:30:08.308-07:00FFF Prompt - Peek-Peak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Keywords: Peek/Peak (must use both)</div>
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Word Length: 200 (exactly 200 or spankings will be issued)</div>
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Forbidden words: Chipotle, Asparagus, & Chilly</div>
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This weeks' prompt from <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Advizor</a> is a bit nipply! Please head over to his blog and read the other crazy folks' submissions!</div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Title</b> – <i>Extra Credit</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was not what she expected. When the professor asked her to model for his art appreciation classes, she agreed because she needed the extra credit. Sure, she had modeled nude before. She had no problems with others seeing and admiring her body, but this went further than a classic repose on a fainting couch. She was gagged, blind-folded, and tied to a cushioned bench in front of a sweeping desert landscape. A large divider separated most of her body from the eager eyes of the students, but strategic cut-outs gave them a <b>peek</b> of her delectable valleys and curves.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The students were instructed to choose a view and write a comparison of textures: her trimmed mound versus a rolling tumbleweed; her pert breast, peppered with goosebumps from the AC and silhouetted against a jagged mountain <b>peak</b>; or the tumble of her ebony hair highlighting a crashing waterfall.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She shivered as she felt the appraising eyes of the students. Male or female, she knew they looked at her, stared even, and she could do nothing. She sighed in relief when they finally filed out of the room. As the door closed behind the last student, she felt warm hand trail up her bound legs and stroke her pussy. An involuntary moan escaped as he teased her clit; she arched her hips when his fingers slid in deep.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The next class isn't for another hour and a half.” The professor’s warm breath teased her nipple. “Whatever shall we do until then?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Title</b> – <i>Gift Wrapped</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This was one of the days that made him hate his job. On his desk was a shoebox, lined with a plastic bag, and wrapped in Christmas paper. Fucking Christmas paper! The sick bastard even included a cheery gift tag bearing his name and precinct, and a delicate red bow. It wasn't the box that made his stomach churn and his jaw clench; it was the “gift” inside: a skillfully carved woman’s breast and a postcard of some desert mountain <b>peak </b>enclosed in a zippered bag.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The back of the card contained a message for the detective and the family in a neat, precise hand. <i>“</i><b>Peek</b><i> into her past; rummage through her life. She was not as she appeared; I am not what you think.”</i> A woman’s handwriting, if he dared to hazard a guess. He would have to send it to forensics to be certain. It mocked the precinct in more ways than one, for they had focused on male suspects in the girl’s abduction, but had found little of her life beyond five years ago. He slammed his fist onto the desk with a growl. He fucking <i>hated</i> putting the victim on trial in order to find the perp.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eight days later, the cadaver dogs hit on the scent and led them to the victim’s mutilated corpse. More than just the one breast had been removed. Beside her remains lay an older woman. Her mother, dead by her own hand and clutching the photographs of her daughter’s victims.</span>
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Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-91371433890347376332013-06-14T00:01:00.000-07:002013-06-14T00:01:00.148-07:00FFF Prompt - Apartment #6<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<o:p>Flash Fiction Challenge from <a href="http://advizortoall.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Advizor54</a> </o:p>Word Limit - 369 - <i>I came in at 368!</i><br />
Required Phrase - Bewildered<br />
Forbidden Words - Knock, Lock(ed), Super<br />
Extra Credit - Set the story during mid-day.<br />
Bonus Words -<br />
Tell us how she got the slipper (25 words)<br />
Tell us about the neighborhood (25 words)</blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">She materialized inside the apartment complex, hiding her
nature behind an illusion of humanity. As she made her way down the hall, her
claws caught and tore the frayed carpet. With a glance at her feet, she growled
in frustration and grabbed a pair of slippers from a shoe rack outside a nearby
apartment. New to forays into the human world, she had yet to perfect the
transformation into this form . Inevitably something forgot to change. This
time, it was her feet. Slipping the paw-like appendages into her stolen shoes,
she moved down the hall and towards apartment number six.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">A few tentative raps summoned the one within, and a hungry
smile curved her lips as he approached. Her wings threatened to burst free when
the pure, healthy scent of the male resident assaulted her nose. An eye
appeared in the viewer and she offered her best smile.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’ve gotten lost, sir. Could you show me where I am on this
map?” Polite and helpful to a fault, the doomed man agreed. When the door swung
into the apartment, she slipped inside before he could protest. “Such a
delicious specimen,” she purred as the deadbolt clicked shut on its own.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Y-y-y-you’re naked!” The man stammered, backing away as she
stalked forward. His knees hit the sofa, and he fell onto the cushions with a
whoof. She leapt onto his lap and licked his neck.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“So are you.” And he was. Magic was such a beautiful thing.
It changed her form, removed clothing, and ensured her prey could not escape.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Kneeling between his legs, she captured his virgin cock in
her mouth. He protested through grunts and moans of pleasure, but hardened
almost instantly. He recited prayers as she straddled his lap, but met her
every thrust. He begged forgiveness from his God, but took His name in vain as
he filled her clutching pussy with his come. She took him many times that
night, draining his life-force as she fucked him raw. His prayers lessened with
each orgasm until he ceased reciting them entirely.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The succubus left at midnight, leaving her prey’s shriveled,
naked husk on the sofa with a sated but <b>bewildered</b>
smile on his face.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-65603422611431231042013-05-01T09:38:00.001-07:002013-05-01T09:38:35.440-07:00Solo Flight<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nulli's <a href="http://nulliparaora.com/?p=1012" target="_blank">latest picture</a> called to two different characters. The first is an existing character from There's a Fine Line, Alicia Johnston Simons. The other is a new character that's still forming in my head. While he simmers and stews, I'll post up the tiny short concerning Alicia. This takes place after both stories and all shorts, several months after the end of Fine Line.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Characters: </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alicia Johnston Simons</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">World: After the Reveal</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Word Count: 370</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prompt: Picture - Aerial view of Denver at night</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The city was beautiful up here. Quiet. Serene. The lights
twinkled and danced in the city below. The wind blew through her hair and over
her wings. Ever since the change, the temperature was ignored while the thin
air was irrelevant. She was a perfect blend of demon and vampire. She was Alicia
Simons. She was bennu. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">An owl approached her on her right, curious about the large
bird that intruded upon his territory. They soared the thermals together as he
tried to classify her into known predators and prey. With a loud cry, he ceded the
air to her. It had taken only a few moments for the great night hunter to recognize
a superior predator. Alicia rendered the retreating bird a crisp salute,
giggling when the gesture threw her slightly off balance and into a wobbly
descent. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With powerful strokes, she regained her equilibrium and
soared even higher above the sprawling metropolis. As she circled, she listened
to the muted roar of automobiles, factories, and human bodies as they rushed
along on their nightly routines. The occasional blast of a horn or rhythmic scream
of a siren shattered the still night air, but otherwise, all was quiet. As much
as she adored her vampire mate, Alicia savored these moments of introspection
and solitude. It was at the height of a warm rise of air or the beneath the
press of a powerful gust of wind that she found new wells of strength. Up here,
above the noise that still hurt her sensitive ears, away from the bright lights
that stung her eyes, up here, she questioned and wondered and reaffirmed all
that was important to her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tucking her smoky wings tight against her body, she fell
into a dive. The wind whistled between each crimson-tipped feather and she
laughed as she pulled up and climbed the warm air of a man-made thermal. Alicia
performed more acrobatics, practicing control over her recently acquired wings,
until her shoulders ached but her soul flew free. She felt the loving caress of
Blake’s tender mind-touch and knew he shared in her joy. Eager to return to
him, she gave the city one final look, offered it her gratitude, and headed for
home.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-33376551307172752672013-04-03T12:13:00.001-07:002013-04-03T12:14:26.445-07:00A New Path<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prompt: Picture - A sword on a crimson cloth</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lysavar folded the last item and placed it in the small bag
with a sigh. He hadn’t packed for a trip since he had mastered dimensional
pockets. After conquering all the intricacies of the most difficult incantation,
he found himself back to utilizing the tools of the child, the commoner, the<i> human</i>. His magic, the singing power
that bent to his will and fueled his greatest dreams, was gone. The greatest
healers in the Fey Lands could not explain why, but he saw the look in their
eyes: a mixture of pity and satisfaction. They promised research but he knew it
would reveal nothing. His magic was gone; it was time to forge a new path.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With a final look around the elegant chamber, the handsome
elf tied the flap closed and hefted the bundle onto his shoulder. The weight
felt strange on his back, but was inconsequential compared to the weight upon
his soul. He was Lysavar Tinueth, Royal Advisor to King Urúvion of Kedaunnor, the Arbiter of worlds
and the King of all Elves. He was the High Shaman of the Kedaunnor Court. He
was… nothing. Stiffening his spine against the useless self-pity, he tightened
the straps that bit into his slender shoulders. He would find a new path.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Turning towards the door, Lysavar passed the case displaying
his father’s sword. He ran his fingers along the flowing enchantment etched
into the dwarven silver blade. As he lifted it from its velvet cushion, the
twin fangs of the cross-guard snapped open in preparation for battle. Lysavar
swung the blade in a wide arc, twirling it in an elegant circle and then
returning it to a defensive stance. Sweat beaded his upper lip as the activity
pulled on his freshly-healed wounds but he pushed the pain aside. Snatching up
the scabbard, he slid it onto his belt and then sheathed the sword with a snap.
Since he had left his own with the vampire, Blake Simons, during the battle
with the Seventh Circle demon of the Infernal Plane, he needed some means of
self-defense.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With his innate spark of mystical power absent since his
recovery, the sword would become his new passion. He would not return until he
had mastered its every nuance. Otherwise, he had nothing to offer the one he
loved but himself.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-81919204914695127332013-02-07T07:50:00.002-08:002013-02-07T07:50:26.650-08:00Going Home<br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then, last night as I'm fighting to stay asleep due to a horrible sinus headache, I realized that I'm not the only one who would have grown up with similar memories. I created Alicia and made her a southern girl from the same general area that I am. She would also have that same sense of home. Her mother, still living in the south, might even live at the end of one of those beech lined paths. And so the glimpse into Alicia's life began...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prompt: Picture - A narrow path lined by beech trees</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Alicia fiddled with the strap of her purse as Blake drove
along the narrow, deserted lane. The white trunks of the beech trees lined the
road like silent, watchful sentries; their branches spread overhead to create a
loose canopy, giving the bumpy road a tunnel-like atmosphere. As memories of
the last time she’d seen her mother crowded into her mind, she felt the shiver race
down her spine. She could almost feel the encroaching trunks and taunting shadows
pressing against her, reminding her of a past that very nearly cost her
everything.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The soothing voice of her mate washed over her, banishing
the hurtful memories and choking feeling. Glancing over, she caught the worry
in his dark brown eyes and gave him a weak, but reassuring smile.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“I’ll be okay. I promised Daddy I’d check on her. I didn’t
realize it’d dredge up the past quite so vividly.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He brushed his fingers across her cheek and down her neck,
lingering on the healed bite he’d given her just that morning. She shivered
again, her smile growing more genuine at his gentle touch. He knew how
sensitive she was after he bit her and that the slightest touch produced
memories that were definitely inappropriate for a visit to her mother. She
shook her head at his smug, unrepentant grin and returned her gaze to the path
before them. The trees and shadows no longer intimidated her. Nothing could
hurt her as long as her vampire was by her side.</span></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-31554356048133345452013-02-01T14:42:00.002-08:002013-02-01T14:45:06.167-08:00The Temple<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The latest of Nulli's <a href="http://nulliparaora.com/?p=557" target="_blank">Musings</a> is a wonderful picture of a vivid green eye covered in either paint or clay. The peeling, cracked appearance called forth many a serpentine image from the writers. She was joined by a guest author whose story was absolutely amazing. Check it, and the rest of them, out and see what you think!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Memories danced through her mind like dust in a sun beam –
disjointed, meandering, skipping from one horrifying image to the next. In the
excitement of exploration and the potential of making a new discovery, Lianna
had dismissed the locals’ whispered tales of curses and an evil presence that
guarded the treasure. This was her chance to prove she was as skilled as the
men; as determined; as physically capable. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She’d found the temple nestled into the sheer cliff, hidden
by vines and decades, if not centuries, of jungle growth. She’d chopped a path
towards the cave mouth, heedless of remembered warnings and scattered, etched
totems to beware. She’d stepped fearlessly into the darkness, led by her small
lantern and a dream of finally succeeding at her chosen career.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A hidden slope, slick with moss and condensation, knocked
her feet from beneath her. Lianna slid down the smooth rock with a shriek,
losing her lamp to the infinite black that surrounded her. After seconds that
felt like hours, she came to a gradual stop. Crawling on her hands and knees in
an effort to retrieve her missing lamp, she heard the gentle sound of what
might have been silk drifting over the stone. She felt a pinprick sting. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Trapped motionless, her body encased in hardened clay, only
her eyes were able to move. The chamber, unlike the front part of the cavern,
was carved into the rock and decorated with vibrant murals. Sconces every few
feet held torches that cast dancing shadows upon her frozen body and
illuminated the only other item in the room: an intricately carved stone altar.
Even squinting, Lianna could not make out the images, only that they involved a
restrained female and a large, serpentine creature.</span></div>
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Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-23133714165980959102013-01-28T16:44:00.000-08:002013-02-01T14:39:58.484-08:00The Chess Match<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second picture over on Nulli's <a href="http://nulliparaora.com/?p=566" target="_blank">website</a> (yeah, I posted them out of order - sue me) was a pair of chess pieces. In my brilliant flash of inspiration and impatience to begin writing, I failed to look closely enough at the pieces to notice that they were, in fact, a pair of kings. Silly me. But that is why the story is written from the perspective of a lady in the role of White Bishop Two in a kinky match of living chess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Melody stood in her assigned square and fought the urge to
just go home. The party had turned into so many others she’d attended with her
friends hooking up with pretty hot guys while she babysat the purses and the
drunks. True, she wasn’t the prettiest or the slimmest or wore the least amount
of clothing. These factors combined with intense shyness usually sealed her
fate as “Wallflower of the Month.” They also contributed to her rather reckless
decision to broaden her horizons which led to her attending this extremely
shocking party which, in turn, resulted in her standing in a sunny patch of
grass marked off with chalk to resemble a chess board.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Okay, so she wasn’t totally naked. She wore an intricate
harness of white rope that kept her arms bound behind her back as well as a
white hat to declare her position as White Bishop Two. Other than that, all of
her assets were on full display. Several of Black Leader’s male chess pieces
were taking stock of her assets in a manner that both disturbed and excited
her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Black Pawn Four captured White Pawn One and Melody gawked at
how he celebrated winning the square. A quiet exchange, too soft for her to
hear on the back row of the board, and White Pawn One knelt before the
victorious Black Pawn Four and slurped his cock deep into her mouth. The male
pawn grunted and thrust, clearly pleased to have won the square and her oral
services, and shouted his victory to the sky. White Pawn One rose to her feet
and walked off the board to clean up, shooting an evil glare at White Leader.
He simply slapped her ass as she passed him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More pieces were moved. More squares were won. When White
Rook One captured Black Pawn Seven, his annoyed curse echoed around the board.
Black Leader merely shrugged; pawns were expendable after all. An attendant
brought a contraption over to White Rook One and strapped it over her hips.
Melody’s eyes grew huge as the rather large dildo was slipped between Rook’s
thighs. They grew even larger when the attendant secured an equally large one
to the front. The rope harness was removed so White Rook could properly lube up
the giant phallus. <i>Surely she wasn’t
going to… ? Holy fuck, she was!</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A stand was rolled into the contested square and Black Pawn
reluctantly knelt over it. White Rook dribbled lube over the Pawn’s muscular
ass, letting it drip to his balls and off his soft cock. Unlike Black Pawn
Four, this Pawn wasn’t as excited about his ‘reward.’ Melody stared as the
rubber cock slowly disappeared into the Pawn’s well-lubed assed. She’d never
seen anything like it and was shocked at how turned on she was getting. Black
Pawn Seven’s curses and grunts soon became moans and pleas for more as White
Rook fucked him for all she was worth. Melody was breathing heavy by the time
both pieces cried out their pleasure and wondered which she’d prefer – to win a
square or lose it?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More pieces were moved. More squares were won. Why did she
come to this party again? Oh, yeah, for adventure. To break out of her shell. Well
she was breaking out of something, all right. Watching the antics of the other
pieces, she was both terrified and hornier than she’d ever been in her life.
She’d never been one for casual sex, and could count her partners on one hand
with fingers left over. The whole business had left her jaded and a lot happier
with her vibrator and her imagination. But this? This stirred her in ways she’d
never dreamt.</span></div>
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avoid the other squares. This proved to be as much of a disappointment as it
was a relief. She still didn’t know what she’d do if she won or how far she was
willing to go if she lost. Black Leader called for Black Bishop One to move and
it wasn’t until the very naked and very aroused man stood before her that
Melody realized she’d been well and truly caught. The opposing Bishop was
unlike her previous partners – tall and fit and rather… large. Glancing up, she
was caught in his pale blue eyes before they dropped to check out his prize.
She could feel her blush burn her cheeks and heat her neck as she imagined his
disappointment in winning such a piece. He was the kind of man who looked right
through her at the clubs and the parties.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“The game is excessively rigged, you know,” he murmured
softly so the others couldn’t hear. His large hands ghosted over her hair, her
cheeks, her sensitive breasts. He toyed with the puckered tips as he confessed,
“I asked White Leader to ensure I captured you.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Why? Did you lose a bet?” She cursed her traitorous body as
her nipples tightened even more and every muscle strained to get closer to the
handsome Bishop.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Of course not. Who do you think arranged your invitation,
my dear?” His lips curled into a smile and he pulled her into his arms. “The
only question that remains is this: do you yield gracefully or must I claim my
victory?”</span></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-89831414010514158382013-01-28T13:27:00.001-08:002013-02-01T14:40:17.441-08:00Language of Flowers<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The latest picture prompt over on <a href="http://nulliparaora.com/?p=584" target="_blank">Nulli's site</a> was a single red tulip. Once upon a time, flowers had both meaning and their own language of love and romance which is where I obtained the title to the piece. A tulip's 'message' is the whispered phrase used by Elizabeth when she takes the flower from the vase.</span><br />
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lips across her lover’s cheek. Their night had been long and satisfying and she
didn’t wish to awaken her sleeping mate with her sunrise errand. Easing from
the room, the petite vampire padded quietly towards the guest room down the
hall. There, she took a long shower, shaving and grooming her lithe body to smooth, glistening perfection. Afterwards, her hair was dried, brushed until it
shone, and styled in the manner of her youth – pinned to show off her elegant
neck but with ringlets framing her lovely face. A light dusting of powder
across her cheeks to highlight her flawless skin, a bit of mascara, and a
crimson gloss over her lips completed her sparse makeup.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She dressed in her finest silk underwear, chocolate brown to
match his eyes, and silky thigh high stockings. The corset was a challenge, but
she’d planned this morning for days, and it took very little maneuvering to get
the smooth satin garment cinched into place. The brushed silk dress slithered
over her body like a lover; waves of midnight black draping across her curves
and clinging to her hips and breasts. The vampire carried the patent black
stilettos in her hand, careful of waking her sleeping mate, and stole down the
stairs. She slipped them on once she’d closed the patio door behind her.</span></div>
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the elegant stem of a blood-red tulip. “As the redness of this flower,”
Elizabeth whispered as she reverently plucked the flower from the vase, “I am
on fire with love for thee.” She brushed the satiny petals against her lips as
she turned towards the garden. In the center, a magnificent fountain splashed
and gurgled happily in the growing light. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Kneeling before a gleaming brass plaque set into the stone
foundation, the vampire bowed her head over the flower now clutched desperately
to her breast. Her tears ran in crimson rivers down her cheeks to splash upon
the damp stone and metal. As the sun’s rays lit the sky in an explosion of
magnificent color, warm arms wrapped around her from behind and held her as she
wept. With shaking hands and a broken sob, Elizabeth placed the bruised flower
in front of the plaque. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My Francisco, forever and always, I shall be on fire with
love for thee.”</span></div>
Mazurihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00737625386129501643noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5590014687984623811.post-18101891303597117962013-01-28T13:21:00.000-08:002013-02-01T14:40:35.116-08:00Royal Sentinel<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://nulliparaora.com/" target="_blank">Nulli Para Ora</a>, a published author with Liquid Silver Books, started a new feature on her website and I have been enticed to participate. There, she posts a picture and asks for a short... something. It could be a poem, a few paragraphs, a haiku, whatever the pictures inspires one to write. After speaking with her, I've decided to post the shorts that connect into the After the Reveal World here as well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The picture prompt can be found <a href="http://nulliparaora.com/?p=561" target="_blank">HERE</a> and is a single stick of burning incense. This short would fall any time after <a href="http://rmd-fineline.blogspot.com/2013/01/chapter-15.html" target="_blank">Chapter 15</a> of There's a Fine Line.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Characters: King Urúvion Lithsumé of Kedaunnor, unnamed elf</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Word Count: 386</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Prompt: Picture - Stick of burning incense</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Urúvion watched the smoke rise from the thin stick of
incense, mesmerized by its swirling, random pattern. As a small piece of ash
fell to the table to join so many of its brethren, the King of Kings wondered
whether it had really been placed here for the patient’s benefit or his own.
The calming scent of Amber Thorn blossoms filled the luxurious chamber and some
of the tension eased from his shoulders. He gazed at the wounded elf who lay,
pale and still, upon the deep indigo blankets and added another round of
prayers to those he had already whispered that day. The Matron of House Ealoren
had done well with the healing; the rest was up to the Seldarine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As the twin suns danced across the cerulean sky, the Arbiter
warred with the decision he’d made all those centuries before. Had he been
right in suppressing that which was granted by the gods as a blessing? Was he
truly such a slave to duty and his people that he would relegate two souls to a
lifetime of heartache? Gazing upon the patient’s beautiful face framed by a
wealth of soft brown hair, he added those questions to the rest that he put
towards the elven gods. If he had been wrong, if he had subjected them both to
such loneliness without cause… </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">More ash fell to the table as one of the suns slipped beneath
the blanket of the horizon. The shadows shifted, lengthened; food was brought,
ignored, and removed as the elven king sat watch over the most important member
of his kingdom.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“My mate,” he whispered with tears rolling down his cheeks.
Saying it aloud made his heart ache all the more for the centuries they had
been so close and yet so distant. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The questions he’d pondered when he first felt the stirrings
of the mating pull still remained. Questions concerning his kingdom and its
people. Questions for which he still had no answers. Now, there were even more,
besides. Should he reveal the truth, would his mate punish him for his secrets?
Would the one creature who held his heart crush that fragile organ beneath
his heel and walk away? King Urúvion Lithsumé of Kedaunnor, the Arbiter, the
King of Kings had no answers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And the ash continued to fall…</span></div>
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