Thursday, December 8, 2011

Perdition

Flash Fiction Friday is upon us...............yet again.  Please visit all my playmates in this endevour to keep the creative juices flowing.  But, as I always hope, start with me:) xo  
  
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The tumblers of the lock fell into place as he twisted the key.  He opened the cellar door and the light knifed, inched slowly, bathing her face. She was ready; prepared in the dress he wanted her to wear: crinoline and lace, satin straps and ribbons but no underwear......no panties, still.

How long would she have to endure, to pretend.......to want him? How long had she been here, been stolen from her life, her home and family?

"Yes, Master..............."

How long would she have to welcome his twisted affections in the darkness? 

Oh, God.......hear me, find me or let me die……………….....………

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Forever



Pushed up against the wall of the bedroom, I take you with nothing but raw need. Yes, powerful need that makes me just want to push your spine against the wall, raise your hips and impale you with my hugely engorged cock.  And God damn it, I am hard yet again...

 I have your legs parted and your hips against the wall.  I bend my knees just slightly and ram the full length of my cock up inside you and you are so fucking wet, baby, it just slides in to the hilt.  Iam balls deell in your delicious open hungry pussy and I hold it there; oh yes, right there; for a few presious, magic and stunning moments before I begin the thrusting and the pushing, the long rythmic in and out and in and out and in and out.  Oh God, your pussy is so burning hot it is scorching my cock as I push as far up into you as I can then pull back until the slick fat purple head just brushes your outter lips before he slams up inside you again and again.

And OH MY FUCKING GOD AGAIN!!!

I…I am so deep in you it feels as if my huge fat swollen balls are up inside you.  They are slickly wet; covered with the juices that seem to stream out of your stretched and filled pussy. Over and over, I literally dive into you.  Your face has become a distant mask of passion; here, yet not here. You are in another dimension, riding my stiff plunging cock like a Valkyrie riding in the clouds astride a winged steed.  Your jaw is slack, your breathing loud, loud as a cannon roar, panting, moaning, coming up from your lungs so that it's a deep husky roar. 

                                           ***

And my husky voice whispers your name...............

"David, David.............more, deeper, harder. I want you inside me

forever"

                                           ***

And I want to be there, to stay there, to live there; with my cock absolutely buried up inside your center; at your core, feeling your essence.

And then Baby, there is no turning back, nor would we wish to. We both begin to cum; to fire, to launch, to leave the earth and seemingly leave our feet. My thick precious semen rumbles deep in my balls screaming for release and rockets out of my cock deep, deep into you. Your body is wracked, lurching, spasming as you cum in heavy tidal waves of orgasm.

We are pinned to the wall, unable to do anything but ride out this cataclysmic rush of fire and ice; love and lust. Oh my God, I feel as I am going to cum forever and I shoot two three four long streams of my hot sperm up and up and up to you. We are awash in our juices and they are pooled, yes pooled at our feet and they run down our legs. Oh MY GOD, Oh yes, oh yes, oh no, don't ever ever ever stop...

We stop. We breath. We are against the wall and it drips behind you and a stream of cum, our cum, runs down the wall.  

I pull from you and look into your just-opening eyes. We do not need to speak. I ease my cock from your once wide-open, but now clenching pussy and kneel before you in our pooled juices. And I begin to lick slowly, up the insides of your thighs, taking our love into my mouth and continuing my journey up to your still parted and enflamed ruby red lips.   I look up at you , smile and begin to lick and suck what remains of our juices out of your ravaged pussy.  I drink deeply of US and let it slide around my lips and run out over my mouth and chin.  I rise to my feet and kiss you deeply, so deeply, our juices, our cum passing from my mouth to yours and back again.  Both our faces now stream as our thighs so.  I push up against you and I am here...

Forever



DLM

Fire of Truth



 We cannot deny the strength of our desires
For we are the ones who seek the pleasure of the truth

And when our bodies burn for one another

We cannot turn away,


But fly instead into the center of the heat


For if we are burned, it will be because we sought


All that was real and strong and good

Because we knew the power of attraction and how

we felt

As our flesh grew and yearned as one

So do not fear that which we know is special

And do not turn or run from the lust or love so pure and true

That would deny the essence of our beings


And keep us from the fire of truth we build





 DLM

Friday, December 2, 2011

The Shangri-La

A few of us Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy have teamed up for a friendly challenge each week. The objective is to write a 100-word piece on a single photo, selected on a rotational basis, and distributed to us all the week before.  Joining me today are fantastic authors, who have written their own interpretation of this single picture for Flash Fiction Friday.   This is mine, but to enjoy the creative juices of my Partners in Prurient Pedagogy, please click the following link and be lured by the authors to their blogs. Flasher Fiction Friday







The Shangri-La

He knew.  A billowing plume of dust shrouded the ’57 Chevy Convertible.  It was always the newlyweds or the cheaters that were the best.  His heart pounded as beads of sweat formed on his upper lip.  He ran his tongue over the eager perspiration. He booked them in the Memory Suite. His palms whetted, fingers trembled, as he slipped them the registration card.

He peered, as he always did, through the false adjoining door.  His erection grew as he watched them fuck; passionate sweat, fevered touch, hungry kisses. They came in screams, he in whimpers ………… a handful of someone else’s memories.


Friday, September 23, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 23, 2011 ~ Love is in the Air

Ah, tis that time again, my lovelies.....Flash Fiction Friday.  Today's Fun Foto was selected by the ever lovely Betty Carlton.  As you know, the objective is for the author to write their interpretation of the photo in 100 words or less.  This is mine, but to enjoy the creative juices of my Partners in Prurient  Pedagogy, please click the following link and be lured by the authors to their blogs.  Flasher Fiction Friday

Love is in the Air


Dash's consciousness was awakening to a fierce headache (a Ruffie?), restraints and someone singing, "Love is in the Air", from the bathroom.  He writhed angrily beneath the restraints as he tried to remember what happened last night at Skinner’s Club. 

How the fuck did he end up here? .............Hmmmmm, she's got a beautiful voice........nice digs...........champagne on the night stand..............pink silk scarf over the lamp........scented candles.  
Dash relaxed.

Then he saw it.........thrown over his left foot looking like a beach blanket: bikini panties the size of a leather bra for a Volkswagon.

The singing and the shower stopped. 

“Oh, Daaaaaaaash,   ♪♫♫ …………?”

Oh, shit.....................



Sunday, September 18, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/18/2011 ~ The Story of Us

SYNOPSIS:  High school sweethearts are reunited by the Internet which results in them preparing for their own private reunion.  Having exchanged titillating emails Tanya, now 60, doesn’t want Mick to see her until it is too late for him to retreat. 
The Story of Us

She reached for Mick, but he held both her wrists above her head with his right gorgeous manly hand as his left hand continued on the pleasure cruise of his tormenting delight.

She writhed and arched, begged and pleaded, nearly cried with the agony and pleasure of the freezing pain. At once, thinking that he would put an end to the torment, he pushed her legs, muscles taunt, apart.  Hoping he would embrace her and warm her with his touch, she opened her eager legs.  With astonishing speed, he pushed ice cube after ice cube up her flared and honeyed pussy until she whimpered and surrendered to him.

Just as quickly and with precision accuracy, Mick rolled onto Tanya and drove his aching cock into her freezing pussy.


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Friday, September 16, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 16, 2011 ~ The Lover’s Future

Thank you so much for all your kind wishes for a Happy Birthday yesterday.  I so appreciated the attention.  I am as old as I have ever been and as young as I will ever be, so I am enjoying it while I can) xo
 
A few of us Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy have teamed up for a friendly challenge each week. The objective is to write a 100-word piece on a single photo, this week selected by yours truly.  Joining me today are eleven fantastic authors, who have written their own interpretation of this single picture for Flash Fiction Friday: Bonni Sansom, Benjamin Russell, Katie Harper, Lisa Worrall, Lani RheaChris QuintonPatricia Logan, Betty Carlton, Monique Marie Author, Davee S Nielson,  Jp Archer,  Rhea Archer, Sara York, Chris Power and Gemma Parkes. Please click on the embedded link in their names and visit their Blogs to read very different Flash Fiction tales based on the same photo.
The Lover's Future
A Purity Cleanse in the Garden of the Valley of Atonement followed by Crossing the River of Hiddekel must be completed before their union could be graced. The High Royals finished the Cleanse and headed, hand in hand, to the banks of the River.

The fierce weather lent a foreboding violence to the River.  Unable to take anything, including garments, from the Garden, the High Couple faced the River hesitantly.
Pure in spirit, body and mind, the lovers walked faithfully into the River and proceeded East of the Garden of Eden from the Valley of Atonement to begin our future.

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/11/2011 ~ A Veteran's Valentine

Synopsis:  A young Marine, on R & R from Vietnam, is quietly seated at Luke's Lounge supper club in Northern California having a cocktail and smoking a cigar.  A beautiful woman, soaked to the bone during the hard rain, looking mean and wanting a dirty martini, arrives alone.  Moving to the full bar for a seat, the Marine rises to give her his barstool.  Unimpressed by his gentlemanly manners, she soon recognizes his chivalry, and a few other things, repaying his kindnesses.  
A Veteran's Valentine
She began to come in her hand: two fire-red tipped fingers plunged inside of her pussy and her red-tipped thumb found the pearl of her existence.  She worked herself into frenzied hot passion as she imagined Dj kissing her and holding her breasts, pinching her nipples, bending to suck her areole and bite her nipples.  Her hardened nipples made an appearance under her silk blouse.  God!  Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God and she released a moan with her breath as she gripped her thighs tightly together, pushed, quivered, contracted and came.  She stood like that for a few seconds then relaxed as she rotated her head and released her neck muscles.  She felt like a new woman: a woman that could devote some quality time to the man at hand: DJ. 


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Friday, September 9, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 9, 2011 ~ The Good Doctor and Red

Hello!!! Pupils of Prurient Pedagogy!!  It is Flash Fiction Friday again!  We have a new picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less.  Joining me today are thirteen fabulous writers armed with Prurient Pens giving their take on this fun picture.  To view the other members of Flash Fiction Friday, click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday. 


The Good Doctor and Red
Lili Ryndanhook, “Red” to her friends for her love of the color, had an appointment with the good doctor every Wednesday afternoon.  As usual, she met the doctor in his bedroom, reclined on his bed in his briefs only.  She slinked out of her dress, straddling him.  Removing his cotton underwear, his manhood sprang to release like a catapult.

“My, Dr. Wolfe, what a large cock you have!” said Red.
They both heard the garage door open.
“Shit, hurry Red! My wife is home! Out the window!”
Whereupon, Lili “Red” Rydanhook escaped out the window to go visit her grandmother.

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 9/4/2011 ~ A Good Day of Fishing

Synopsis:  A mild manner fisherman, out on his newly purchased 18’ Sea Ray, languishes in the setting sun while lake fishing. Hearing someone singing "Rollin', rollin, rollin down the river," in the distance, he heard, moments later, an explosion nearby which forces him to rescue two stunned beauties only to discover they were Jet Skiing naked.  Feeling indebted, they repay his chivalry.


A Good Day of Fishing

          He wasn’t quite sure what was where— there were flowing strands of auburn curly and blonde straight hair, intertwined and woven between legs and arms and pussies, fingers and ruby red lips. He had never ever never in all his sixty years seen anything like this.
And the girls kept at it. They seemed to like knowing that he was watching them as they flung their hair off of their cheeks, out of the way so he could see them each separate the pink, wet lips of their soft, throbbing mounds, baring the little hard pearls of clits as they stuck their tongues in each other’s vaginas. He watched them as they skillfully drove their tongues in hard, driving circles around their clits and fully filled labia. He could not help himself, he was caught in the motion of the boat, the magic of their lovemaking, never realizing he was beating and pounding himself off as he devoured this vision of fluid passion between two of the hottest creatures he had ever seen:  Sweet Jesus....

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Friday, September 2, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday, Sept. 2, 2011 ~ The Wedding Reception

A few of us have teamed up for a friendly challenge each week. The objective is to write a 100-word piece on a single photo which is selected on a rotational basis and distributed to us all the week before. This is my submission...


The Wedding Reception

“Harry……………..?”



“Yeah!”


“Harry, what’re you doing dressed like that?  This is a wedding reception, not a Halloween Party!!”

“Nobody knows me there so I am going as ‘Harriet’.  I don’t often get a chance to dress up in my transsexual alter ego. And take your fucking hands off my leg!! You two are my buddies not my boyfriends!”

“I gotta get a picture of this for Facebook,” Bennie says.

“What’d you do with your Johnson……?” Charlie asks.

“I taped it up the back crack of my ass, so sitting is outta the question unless someone tells me to go fuck myself!!!”



Joining me today are ten fantastic authors, who have written their own interpretation of this single picture for Flash Fiction Friday: Bonni Sansom, Benjamin Russell, Lisa WorrallLani Rhea,  Chris Quinton, Laura Harner ,  Jp Archer,  Rhea ArcherSara York and Katie Harper. Please click on the embedded link in their names and visit their Blogs to read ten very different Flash Fiction tales based on the same photo.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 8/28/11 ~ The Park


Official Six Sentence Sunday (SSS), 8/28/11 ~ The Park 


“I have been dreaming of loving you for so long,
I cannot remember a time when I didn’t." 

He bent forward and used the thong to cover her beautiful eyes; as Lovie watched Travis, she was alarmed, but trusting ... she took a deep breath in fevered anticipation until the room went black from her thong.
Travis moved back down her torso; he inhaled her beauty, her fragrance, and tasted her perspiration with his eager tongue. He wanted to engage all of his senses on Lovie now, so he would have the experience of her complete womanliness to draw upon in the lonely days and nights his future would inevitably bring. He was hard again, she could tell, as his swollen cock and dangling balls preceded him in his journey down her torso to the blonde mound she kept trimmed and nestled safely between her legs. He imagined her swollen pussy, tight and dripping with her slippery wetness, eager for his hard entry. Lovie, and room service, would have to wait until he satisfied his taste for her.


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