May 212010
 
FFF: Dirty Girl

She was a tomboy. Always played with the boys, and played as rough as the boys. But the day she showed up for touch football in a wife-beater sans bra….they looked at her a little different. After the others had gone, they hooked up. Right there on the field, in the dirt. Dirty, sweaty, clothes-ripping fucking. He was pleased to note that she fucked as roughly as she played football. This post brought to you by: “Your challenge for this Friday, 5-21-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 52-72 words. As usual, nobody’s checking word counts, but you only cheat yourself if you break the rules. Unless you’re breaking them to earn a spanking….in which case, see me after class.” Related Posts:Sex Toys in TV – Still Not Mainstream, Yet But we’re getting there. In a recent episode of a Showtime show called “The Big…e[lust] #43 Welcome to e[lust]

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Apr 232010
 
Flash Fiction Friday: Student

Ana’s challenge all semester has been her professor. To break his will. Make him break his rules. She’s sneaky about it, too. Today when she walked into the classroom, her skirt wasn’t quite that short. She lulled him into a sense of security, she let him see her come through the door in a fairly modest mid-thigh pleated skirt. She knew better and knew he wouldn’t allow her up at the chalkboard wearing something slutty, something tempting. So when he wasn’t looking she rolled up the waistband of her skirt to just the right (practiced) length. Just enough to show the tops of her thigh-highs….enough to show off her panties in the right circumstance. When she spun around after finishing the equation, she caught him staring and blushing. And as the class let out 15 minutes later….. “Ana, may I speak with you please? Meet me in my office. Now.” See who else is playing….

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Dec 152009
 

I once had a lover who was a very wealthy man. The sort of showy wealth that would close down a restaurant with the flash of his cash just to have a private dinner. And he did just that, a few days before Christmas. This restaurant had once upon a time been an old mansion, but now converted to beautiful place of business in wealthy part of the city. In order to add on more dining room space, an all glass “sun room” had  been added on to the back of the house. This room of the restaurant offered a beautiful view of the surrounding area and some privacy from busy bustle of the main dining room. Despite the fact that he had cleared out the place for the night, no patrons save for ourselves, he wanted us to eat back there. I soon saw why. The glass ceiling was covered in white Christmas lights

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Nov 032009
 

When I’m driving long distances alone I either listen to music, or think. This trip I let my mind wander on its own. It took an old, familiar route that day – a route I try not to go down willingly anymore. But so be it. And the old, familiar throbbing and wetness between my legs followed quickly behind, enjoying this re-visit. I didn’t expect this, I tend not to of late. And so the trusty bullet vibrator that used to always have a home in my handbag was languishing in the toy drawer back at home. Little damn use to me, there, two hours away. Soon my lack of patience and my growing need dictated that my pulsing clit would not, could not be ignored. I glanced around at the easy traffic on the winding four-lane suburban highway as I undid my jeans. But soon my hand was tired from the combined efforts of

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Oct 302009
 
FlashFictionFriday: Ethereal Exhibitionist

I’ve decided to try out this weekly thing called Flash Friday Fiction, where you write a post based on the photo provided that is 100 words. I just couldn’t keep it at 100 words, I tried but couldn’t get my mind’s vision down to just 100 words. Click on the banner to join in or see what others’ takes were on this photo! I saw her last Halloween in my neighbor’s window. Naked and beautiful, only a whisper of presence. She looked at me; once she knew she had an audience she touched herself seductively. But she was gone soon; I thought perhaps I imagined it. This year she proved me wrong. This year she was in MY house. I watched, aroused, as she continued her show from last year. Floating mid-air, reclining as if she were on a bed, she began to masturbate for me. As her pace increased she became more opaque; she

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May 252009
 

Over the next two weeks, I slowly divulged to Sarah more and more tidbits of my kinks and my personal exposure to them. Gauging her reaction via text was difficult but manageable. Her only exposure to “my world” was the occasional blindfold for a bit of  teasing sensual foreplay. About as vanilla as a blindfold can get. The day came when I knew I could accelerate things – there were no subtle signs, no, she opened the door and it was loud and clear. I had just fulfilled a picture request for R. I told her about it and she teasingly asked if she could see it. It was just my tits so I texted it to her phone. I didn’t hear back from her right away, in fact 10 minutes went by. And then…. Her response is a photo of her own tits. A mimic of the picture I sent to R. Taken just

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