Flash Fiction Friday Electrifying!


Sybil waited on the blanket outside of the house. She could feel the electricity of the storm build as the energy slid across her skin. “You gonna come over here?”

“Sybil, the storm… it’s getting closer! Shouldn’t we get to a shelter?” Carl’s cock was shriveling back into his ball sac as he watched the tornado off in the distance.

“Then get your ass down here on the blanket and make love to me. You’re wasting time.”

Carl laid down beside her and tried to think about sex. He cupped her breast and kissed her until the straw hat fell off of her head. He gasped as her fingers cradled his cock. He stroked her pussy. His cock finally perked up and stood tall. Sybil rolled him on his back and straddled him. Rocking back and forth, she gathered more energy from the storm.

“Hey! Your hair’s lifting up.”

“Yeah, isn’t static fantastic? All the energy!” Sybil moaned as the storm soaked into her skin, filling her aura. She was getting off on the storm almost more than she was from Carl’s attentions. She rocked faster, her orgasm building with the storm.

Carl felt his body react to Sybil’s, and yet the storm was making him nervous. It was getting closer. Shingles were flying off the roof of the old farmhouse. He could feel rain begin to hit his body along with small twigs, leaves and grit.

“Ssybil,… the storm.”

“Don’t you dare ruin this beautiful disaster for me!” she hissed between gritted teeth as her body built to orgasm. Her breasts bounced faster and faster, as she rode his cock to orgasm. “Aaaah!”

Carl felt his own orgasm swell and race up his spine. Gripping her ass, he closed his eyes as the orgasm roared through his brain. The storm hit at the peak of his orgasm and he swore that they were spinning, caught up in the tornado.

They landed with a thud, on thick green grass. Carl opened his eyes as he heard Sybil cry out in pleasure.

“We did it!”

Carl looked around. Lush grass, blue sky and verdant forest was all he could see. “Um.. Sybil, where are we?”

“Well, we certainly aren’t in Kansas anymore!”

Carl sat up, dumping Sybil in the grass. Across the grass he could see a road made of yellow brick. “Oh Fuck!”

Sybil smiled. Her grannies spell had worked.


Yes, I’m late. Really late. A friend came by to help us cut firewood. Then my parents had a problem. So… I’m late.

I couldn’t resist the Wizard of Oz reference. :) John’s challenge this week was:

Key Words: beautiful disaster

Forbidden Words: dark, scary, pubic, down

Word Limit: 400 words

Bonus Words: how do you feel in storms?

Extra Credit: tell about a time you should have been more concerned than you were.

As to how storms make me feel? Big thunderstorms make me horny! I love them. As for being more concerned than I was during a storm? Um… well… most big thunderstorms do that to me. Best one was when we were driving across New Mexico and a huge bolt hit the road right in front of us. Wow! It was fantastic. It wasn’t until much later that I realized that I could have been hurt.

A Tease.

She watched from across the room. He slept, legs akimbo. Underwear pulled to one side by the weight of his body. The curve of his balls showed as they nestled against his thighs and the fabric.

She tiptoed forward. He didn’t move. She leaned closer. He slept. Moving between his thighs, she bent down and kissed that crease of thigh, just where his balls peeked out. Her lips were warm against his thigh. Her breath caressed his skin as she kissed him.

He moaned in his sleep.

She withdrew, and left quietly.

He dreamed of Sleeping Beauty, and being awoken by a kiss.

Flash Fiction Friday Flame on!


“That fire’s blazin’!”

“Yeah, but you know those bitches are so frozen, that if you don’t warm up your jollies, they’ll never thaw.”

Oscar looked over at the bonfire. Bits of it were glowing red hot. Deep down, the coals were white. “I donno Dave. Kinda dicey ifin’ you miss.”

“Ah hell! Just think of the nurses lovin’ up on you in the burns ward. Strokin’ your skin with that thick white lotion. Givin’ ya hand jobs to ease yer achin’ balls…”

“Oh shut your trap!” Oscar walked away from Dave. His friend had had too much beer and even less sense than normal.

“Oscar here is gonna jump the fire.”

“I never said that!” Oscar went red in the face, knowing that Dave was daring him.

“Yeah? Was that you cluckin’ like a chicken then?” Dave knew that he had Oscar by the short and soon to be scorched curlies.


“At yer service.” Dave bowed.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Dave muttered as he took off everything except his shoes. He piled his clothes next to a rock, and then stepped into line with six or seven other guys. When it was his turn, he ran, arched high and pulled up his legs. He landed just on the edge of the burn pile.

Later as he curled up to Ina, he watched as the paramedics hauled Dave off. Dave had jumped, landed okay, and then sat down on a coal.

“Ah Karma! You firey bitch.”


Almost forgot! Brains have been scrambled with parental unit issues and more things to do that I really need. Sigh… Hope you like my crazy version of this. I took an extra 10 words. Probably could have taken more, but… ah well. If you enjoy what you’ve read, head on over to John’s blog and see what the rest of us have done.

Our challege:

Key Words: Shoes
Banned Words: Socks
Word Limit: 238 words
Bonus Words: Get +10 words for each adjective used that means “hot” but isn’t “hot”  (no repeats!)

PS…Too bad they pixelated out his bits!

Vortex (14)

Finally! time and the imagination to write!

“What are you going to name her?” Kirsty asked. She was sitting next to Sadie on the bed, looking down at the baby.

“I don’t know. Kept thinking about it when I was pregnant, but I thought up more boy names than girls. Now… I’m not sure.”

“Which ones did you think of?”

Sadie looked up at Kirsty. “Lily, Maude and Rose.”

Kirsty nodded. “I take it you didn’t like Ken’s suggestion of Kendra.”

“No. No way I’m naming my baby after him.”

“I’m not surprised. I like Rose.”

Sadie nodded. She moved the baby from one breast to the other. The baby latched on tightly, sucking for all she was worth.

“Someone else would be happy if you named the baby that.”

“Who?” Sadie was trying to think of who else used that name, and she came up blank.

“Nanny. I didn’t tell you that though.” Kirsty looked around as if Nanny would appear out of thin air at the mention of her real name.

Sadie smiled. “Rose it is then.”

“Are you sure?” asked Ken later that night as Sadie put the baby in a basket that hooked to the side of the bed.

“Yes. Rose Alice. Alice for my ma, and Rose for my favourite flower.” Sadie smiled at the discomfort on Ken’s face. She wasn’t going to let him know that Kirsty had told him Nanny’s real name.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Okay. Can you wait a day or two before we name her?”

“Yes, but why? I thought we were going to do it the day after the big field got harvested.”

“I was, but things… well, things got a bit awkward and Nanny wanted me to wait a day or two. Said it would be easier on you too.”

Sadie rolled in place on the bed, and had to nod in agreement. She was sore in places that just shouldn’t, and other bits reminded her all too well of the pains of birth. “Have to agree it would be nice to sit without a pillow.”

Ken nodded and curled up behind Sadie. The two of them were spooned up on the side of the bed closest to the baby. Her breasts were heavy, and rested on his arm. His cock, having a mind of it’s own stiffened and pressed against Sadie’s ass.

“You can tell that to just settle down. It’s gonna be a bit before I even want to think about sex.”

Ken moved so that his cock wasn’t pressed up against her ass. “Can’t help it that I love your ass. Plus, your tits… oh damn.”

Sadie reached around and thumped him on the hip. “Keep that up and you can go sleep with the goats.”

“Yes Ma`am.”

In the end, it was three days before Sadie felt good enough to stay out of bed for even half a day. Like the baby, all she wanted to do was sleep and eat. Nanny had recommended that she sleep while she could and eat whatever she could. Kirsty and the aunties tempted her with all kinds of dainties, including custard, beef pot pies and sugar cookies.

Sadie took a warm bath while Kirsty watched the baby. She tried to dry off, but ended up wrapping a towel around her as the baby cried and her milk flowed. She sat on the edge of the bed nursing. “You are so hungry!”

Kirsty smiled. “I’m glad she has an appetite.” She was thinking of all the babies that had failed to thrive over the years since the weather had shifted.

Sadie smiled. “Yeah. What all goes on. I keep asking Ken,and get ‘just you wait’ from him.”

“Well, we all get together, and Nanny holds the baby while you give the name. Not like them old days religious things where they dunked the baby or other stuff. Sometimes parents marry or agree to live together for a year or until the baby is a certain age. Didn’t Ken say nothing?”

“Not a damn word. Then again, he has a bad habit of not saying things that should be.” Sadie was thinking about the whole trip down to the valley that spring.

Kirsty nodded. “Well, I haven’t seen him asking around for any rings.”

“Probably a good thing.” Sadie smiled. “His black eye is a lovely shade of green at the moment.”

Kirsty laughed. “He ain’t the first to get punched, but that was a damn good hit.”

Sadie laughed too, which woke the baby. She switched breasts and the baby went back to nursing.

Sadie walked into the threshing barn which was the only place big enough to hold everyone. She’d washed up a second time, and dressed. She and Kirsty had dressed the baby in a gown that had been handed down for a couple of generations. It was big on the baby, but the shawl wrapped around her made up for it. Up ahead of her Ken waited with Nanny. Her eyes were on Nanny and her concentration on putting one foot ahead of the other. She was still worn out from the birth six days before.

Nanny held out her arms for the baby, and Sadie handed her over. “What name do you give this baby?”

“Rose Alice,” Sadie said firmly.

Nanny looked at Ken. “You okay with this?”

Ken turned beet red, and nodded.

“By hearth and field, grain and fruit, I name this baby Rose Alice.” Nanny kissed the baby on the forehead and handed her back to Sadie. The gathered crowd cheered. “Do you Ken or you Sadie have anything else to say?”

Ken cleared his throat. “I’d… I’d like to ask you Sadie to be my partner for a year and a day. To raise Rose Alice as a family.”

Sadie smiled. “I guess so.”

“Guess so? What?” Ken squeaked in astonishment.

Nanny thumped him on the head with her hand. “Kenneth Blake!”

Ken winced. “I apologize Sadie. Will you?”

Sadie nodded. “Yes, for a year and a day.” She smiled up at Nanny, who smiled back.

The crowd cheered again. This time, Ken and Sadie turned around and she cried out as she realized that Madie and her Ma were sitting off to one side with the aunties.

“Ma! Madie!” Tears ran down Sadie’s face as the three women hugged. Rose Alice fussed and was handed to Ken.

“That man George came and got us. Said he left the moment Nanny said you went into labor. Got here last night late,” said Ma. Madie just nodded.

“I’m so happy you’re here. Can you stay a bit? Or do you have to go before it snows at home?” Sadie took Rose Alice back from Ken as people began to fill plates from the long trestle tables on the side of the barn.

“Sadie, that’s part of my gift to you. They don’t ever have to leave,” said Ken.

Sadie turned and looked at Ken like he’d just mooed. “They… they get to stay?”

“He figured that the only way to keep you here was to bring them down. He didn’t want to do it until the baby was born. Figured he didn’t dare pressure you to stay,” explained Nanny. Behind her the aunties nodded.

“Oh.. Oh…” Sadie felt the tears well up and then spill down her face. She hugged Ken and let the tears soak into his leather waistcoat.

“Did I do something right for once?”

“Yes. Yes you did Ken.” She kissed him.

The gathering lasted late into the night. Fiddles and accordions played, accompanied by drums and flutes. People danced, came over to bless the baby or slug Ken in the arm in a friendly fashion.

“And they filled a wagon with all our stuff,” said Madie as she re-accounted the visit and trip to Sadie. “Best part was seeing this whole valley full of fields and people. I’ve never seen this many people ever!”

Sadie nodded. Rose Alice was sound asleep in Ma’s arm. It felt good to have family here.

Nanny walked over and handed a cloth wrapped parcel to Sadie. “For Rose Alice when she’s older. It’s not often you get to meet a namesake.”

Sadie unwrapped the parcel to find an enamel rose pin. “It’s beautiful! Thank you Nanny.”

“You’re welcome, and thank you.” Nanny smiled and walked away.

Flash Fiction Friday Seven Deadlies


Dina laughed as Gillian peeled off her knickers. “This is the best Seven Deadlies fancy dress fund raiser ever!” The private clubroom was full of card players in various states of undress.

Joel looked up piously. “Saints preserve us from virgins, dogooders and Protestants!”

“I’d like to know how you haven’t lost a hand yet.” Gillian looked at Joel. He was fully dressed.

“Umm… well, umm… the Lord God helps those who help themselves.” He squirmed in his seat.

Dina looked at Gillian. They moved swiftly around the table, grabbing Joel’s arms. Gillian shook one sleeve and cards fell out. Dina searched his pockets and found more.

“You cheating bastard!”

“It was for a good causes!”

“Yes, your cockstand from the feel of it.” Dina grasped his erection.

“Gentle… pplease.” Joel gasped.

Dina held his cock while Gillian gathered up the money on the table, fished out his wallet and took all but five quid and added it to the collection basket. Joel tried to protest, but Dina had a firm grasp of the situation.

“We think that there should be a wee bit of benefit for us, seein’ as you’ve played us for fools.” Dina smiled.

“Anything! Anything! Just don’t pull it off!”Joel arched off the seat.

The two women smiled. Gillian sat in the chair and spread her legs wide. “Lick up thy mound, from whence cometh thy help.” she misquoted.

Joel sank to his knees as Dina let go. He licked and sucked Gillian’s pussy until she grabbed his head and rode it to orgasm. Then it was Gillian’s turn. Joel wiped his face off and started again. “Oh that he licks the valley of my thighs, I shall not want for orgasm,” Gillian giggled.

Dina worked Joel’s trews down as he pleasured Gillian. She gasped as she uncovered his cock swollen with desire. “And was Jerusalem fondled here, among these dark Satanic pubes… Bring me my arrows of Desire!” She moved under him and wrapped her lips around his straining member.

“OH!” he gasped into Gillian’s pussy as she began to orgasm. It didn’t take long for him to orgasm deep into Dina’s mouth.

When they sat back to catch their breaths, they found that the rest of the party goers had gathered around them. As they turned pink with embarrassment, the people clapped. A curvy woman wearing lipstick on her nipples and carrying a basket full of money stepped forward.

“You win the prize tonight for the most sins. Wrath, greed, pride,lust, gluttony, and envy. The only one you missed was sloth. The proceeds of the party will go to the charity of your choice.

Sorry this is late. Life is umm.. still hell in a hand cart. Hope you like my crazy take on this. I use to love Tarts and Vicar parties in Suffolk! :)

Thank you to John for sponsoring Flash Fiction Friday! I’ll get use to the change up yet. This took 20 minutes and I used the bonus words as I placed MORE than a fourth player in the room.

Key Words: God, help
Banned Words: Nun, Sister, Vicar, Priest
Word Limit: 369 words
Bonus Words: Get another 71 words if  there is a fourth player


I keep waiting for life to slow down, because I have all these stories in my head. Not happening. This week we had our big music gig, a mundane conference and…. My dad is in hospital. So, life has taken a screaming left turn. Wolf and I are dealing with Dad and Mom, who are both in their late 70’s. If you’re inclined, good thoughts, good energies, etc. would be appreciated.

Please bear with me. I will be writing as soon as I have a second to breathe.

Oh, and Mercury goes Retrograde on October 4th for 21 days.


Flash Fiction Friday Imperfections


Marcy and Dee were relieved when Sheila walked in. They’d been in this stupid pose for over twenty minutes. This ad campaign was just stupid. The book they were suppose to be promoting as cover art was even worse. Some daft romance novel about a threesome, called “Third Wheel”. The two of them had talked about it in the dressing room while they’d waited for Mr. Fancy Pants, John.

“You know, he is an ass. Wouldn’t crack that ‘rich boy’ look if you dropped a load in his lap.”

Dee giggled. She agreed. For someone with an MBA degree, he had all the panache of a bowl of dog drool. “Yeah, this new cover isn’t gonna work any better than that book.”

“Who wrote that piece of trash?”

“Who do you think?”

“Okay, John or Sheila?”

“She did. Thinks she’s some hot kinda erotic writer. All because she read that dumb book.”

Marcy made a face. “That book? The one about…”

“Yup.” Dee looked up at the clock. We better get our butts in there and pree-tend to be hot bitches that just love to suck pussy.”

Marcy laughed.

With faces that wouldn’t melt ice, they walked into the room and waited. John explained what he wanted. They dropped their bathrobs and ‘assumed the position’.

“No, make your fingers touch on her hip.”

Marcy moved her hand.

“Not like that! More like this!” John stood up, moved their fingers and then sat back down.

Dee tried not to fidget, but the sun through the window was burning her ass. Marcy kept having to change position because her mouth was drying out.

John flung himself into the chair in a pout worthy of a five year old.

“John, this just isn’t going to work.”

He looked down on Sheila’s hand on his shoulder. “No, I think you’re right. It just isn’t the right… the right feel.”

“Well then, what are we going to do?”

“Start over.”

“Prima donnas!” the photographer said, shaking his head.

Okay! It’s late at night. 20 minutes, and I still couldn’t figure out a threesome. Oh well. My brain is full of meetings, concerts and getting up too damn early in the morning. Ugh. Hope you like my little warped tale.

Advizor dearest left us with this challenge:

Key Phrase:  “Third Wheel”
Word Limit: 369
Forbidden Words: Lesbian, hooker, prostitute, money, executive
Extra Words:  Explain the hand on his shoulder – 25 extra
Bonus Points:  Sex for one is nice, sex for two is better, but what a threesome or moresome?  Does it get better with more or do you hit diminishing returns?  Tell us in reality or theory.  

As for threesomes and more. They can be fun, but not as a steady diet. BTDT. Got rather tired of it. Novelty makes it fun. Too much of it and you wonder just how many times you can deal with certain aspects. Done the 3 women. Done the two women, one guy. Done the four women, one guy, and two couples at the same time. All a lot of fun, but as I said… once the novelty wears off, it gets a little boring. It can also be difficult to juggle all the bodies at the same time. Mature mindsets help. Jealousy is a pain in the ass. Oh, and it also takes one hell of a play area! Would I do it again? Yes, with the right partners. :)