Flash Fiction Friday Touched


The slave market was loud. They stood together, hands tied and the rope they’d been lead by was draped around Ista’s neck. The sea of faces were as alien. Ista held Nira’s hand tighter.

“I’m afraid.”

“So am I.”

The bidding started. “45 kolars! 45 kolars for this fine pair of breeders!”



A shape covered in a long dark cloak stepped forward. “100 kolars!”

The other bidders turned to look, and then stepped back.

Ista shivered in surprise, hoping that it was her lover, Tenar.

“Sold to Tenar!”

“I thought I’d lost you!” Tenar said kissing Ista softly.


“Never leave the courtyard alone ever again!” Tenar was pleased to have found his courtesan, but furious.

“We… we were only going to the flower market. We didn’t know that it was so dangerous.” She and her sister had ended up on the auction block, tied together to be sold as a set.

“It is. Avirr is a wild planet and females are rare enough. Breeders even more so. Why didn’t you tell me you’d conceived?”

“It was meant to be a surprise. I was afraid to say anything until I was certain.”

Tenar pulled Ista to him. He kissed her and then caressed her through the think silk gown. He kissed her wrist that had been scraped by the ropes. He’d found Ista and Nira at the slave market after they’d been kidnapped. They’d been lucky.

Ista moaned as he stroked her body. When his hands reached the gentle swell of her belly, she smiled. Tenar knelt, and kissed down to her pussy. Her fingers twined in his hair, holding him to her body as his tongue moved between her lips. Pleasure flared as his tongue increased his attentions. His hands gripped her as he licked her to orgasm.

Afterwards in the nest of bedsilks,and sated with his release, he gently fingered Ista to another orgasm. He’d been gentle with his lovemaking. No sane warrior was rough with a breeding woman. Ista cried out in pleasure, her body melting in bliss. He curled around her protectively as they slept.


At first I wasn’t sure what to write. It isn’t an ordinary pic, and so I wrote a not so ordinary story. Our prompt today was:

Key Words: Surprise
Forbidden Words: Love
Word Limit: 100 for the first story, 200 for the second, etc
Bonus Words: +25 if anyone orgasms!

The first story is 100 words. The second is 200, and as Ista orgasmed, I gave myself a final paragraph of 50 words. Hope you enjoyed this!

Vortex (Finale)

To say that life has been frustrating and overwhelming of late is an understatement. The last few months were harder than my divorce. Harder than moving to a foreign land. The tough parts aren’t over yet, but things are beginning to settle out. Anyone who says taking care of elderly parents is easy is a damn liar. That said, I think that Wolf and I are beginning to get a grip on the whole situation. As things ease up, I’m finding time to write! yeeehaw! I’ll update the series pages soon. 


Sadie was nervous. Kirsty had taken Rose Alice down to her room for a few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Ken.

“You sure about this? We could wait a little longer if you want.” He dropped his bathrobe and walked over to where Sadie sat.

“Ken It’s been eight long weeks of me sleeping with your cock drumming on my ass as we sleep. I’m so horny I could scream.”

Ken smiled. “You drinking Nanny’s patent tea?”

“Yeah, I’m hoping it works, cause I don’t want to loose my milk. I don’t want to be pregnant again so soon either.”

Ken nodded and pulled Sadie into his arms. They’d started out their relationship in a rough manner, and yet, they’d both found love. Sadie melted against him. His hands ran down her back and then across her ass. He moaned.

“Guess you’ve been horny too?” Sadie teased.

“You have no idea how difficult it is to ride a horse with a hard-on.”

Sadie giggled. She looked down and traced her hand against his cock. It came away sticky with precum. She rubbed her thumb back and forth across the slit. Ken pulled her mouth to his and the two of them were kissing deeply as they lowered themselves on the bed. His hand grazed her breast. It was his turn to come away with damp fingers.

“Sadie?” he asked looking at her breasts.


Ken took the hard nipple in his mouth and sucked. Warm sweetness filled his mouth. His cock seemed to throb with every squirt of Sadie’s milk. He moaned against her breast. He switched breasts when he felt the other one began to leak on his hand. Sadie moaned and was rubbing her pussy against his thigh.

Ken eased up and kissed each nipple. Then he traced his fingers down her body until he plunged them into her pussy. Sadie was soaked. Juices were running down her thighs. Ken thought that his cock would burst, and moved Sadie across his lap and onto the head of his cock.


Ken nodded. He let Sadie lower herself onto his cock. Between precum and her soaked pussy, Sadie slid down his thick cock until their skin touched.

“Oh damn that feels good.”

“Sadie, I’ll try to go slow, but I don’t think I’m gonna last long this first time.” Ken was holding her hips as he began to thrust upwards.

Sadie moaned. It felt better than she remembered. Even being baby stretched didn’t matter. “Oh how I’ve missed this.” She rocked faster, making her body hum with pleasure. Her breasts bounced and milk began to drip and spatter across Ken’s chest. She arched her back, and drove down hard, scratching that itch until orgasm thrummed through her body.

Ken let go of all control and roared as his orgasm ripped up from his toes and raced across every nerve in his body. He felt his balls pump what felt like gallons of cum deep inside Sadie. Her mewls of pleasure made him smile. He thrust until it seemed as every cell in his body had exploded.

Sadie cried out and felt as if her spine would snap with the whiplash of pleasure. She felt her milk let down and begin to drip from her breasts. Ken sat up, with Sadie still impaled on his cock. He wrapped his lips around one breast and then the other, sucking as fast as he could. Sadie moaned louder, and he increased his attentions. Sadie’s body reacted, squeezing his cock as her body orgasmed again and again. Ken’s body tried to have a second orgasm, and only managed to twitch. She writhed and gasped until she collapsed limply onto his shoulder.

“Oh damn,” she gasped.

“Yeah, but damn it was good.”

An hour later, sticky with milk, cum and pussy juice, the two of them headed down to the bathroom. Ken ran a bath and the two of then slowly sank into the tub. Sadie retrieved Rose Alice from Kirsty as they headed back to bed.

Sadie helped with the harvest with Rose Alice either on her back or in a basket next to her. Ken and the men worked hard to bring in the last of the crop and prepare for winter. Some of the men began to tune up their motorcycles and repair their leathers. Sadie’s temper became short, with worry about what would happen when the first frosts hit.

“You going to ask him whether or not he’s going out?” asked Nanny.

“I keep thinking I should trust him to do what’s right.”

“You ever thought that maybe he’s waiting for you to say something? That maybe he doesn’t know?”

That stopped Sadie cold. “No, I… I never thought of that.”

“Well, you better speak up. Heard they plan to leave at the end of the week.”

Sadie looked at Nanny, pulled off her apron, checked on Rose Alice and then headed out to the barns.

“Ken, Sadie’s heading this way, and looks like she has a bee in her bonnet.” George pointed towards the figure walking quickly towards them.

Ken wiped his hands and stepped out to meet her. “Hi Sadie.”

“Hi. I need to ask you something.”


Sadie planted her feet, put her hands on her hips and then looked Ken straight in the eyes. “Are you planning on leaving with the rest of the gang?”

“Well, …” Ken shifted from one foot to the other.

“What about our year and a day? What about Rose Alice? Or, what about me?”

Ken blinked. He could tell that Sadie was unhappy. “Umm… do you want me to stay home?”

“Yes Damnit!”

“Why didn’t you say anything before?” Ken was puzzled. Everyone knew the gang was getting ready to ride, and she hadn’t expressed any opinion until just now.

“I didn’t think I NEEDED to! You have a family. I thought you might want to be with Rose Alice and myself. Or, is this whole thing just a damn lie to get pussy every few days?” Sadie was getting redder and redder in the face. Her fists were balled up and she was beginning to bounce on the balls of her feet.

“Hold on Sadie. I didn’t know what to do. Some men leave every year and their partners don’t mind. Others stop the minute they handfast. You never said. So,…”

“So you figured that you’d just go and not even talk to me?”

“No Sadie, I just couldn’t… didn’t…” He never finished his sentence because Sadie’s fist connected with his nose. He felt the crunch and tasted blood. By the time he’d opened his eyes, Sadie was just a figure off in the distance.

George walked up and handed Ken a handkerchief. “I think you’d better go fix that mess before it gets any worse.”

Ken nodded. He put his fingers along side of his nose and pushed until things went pop, gunch and clicked. His eyes watered and there was more blood to be mopped up. Then he headed to the farm house.

“Sadie? Will you open the door?” Ken stood in the hall waiting. “Sadie?”

After a few minutes, the door opened. Sadie stood there with Rose Alice at her breast. He could tell she’d been crying. She let him in and turned back towards the rocker where she sat down to nurse. Ken followed and pulled a hassock up next to the rocker.

“Sadie, I’m sorry. I should have said something. I’m not good at making long range plans, and sure not good at talking about important things.”

“Nope.” She looked out the window. From the window, she could see the men lining up their cycles. She figured that Ken was telling her goodbye. She bit her lip to keep from crying.

“Do you really want me to stay?”

She glared at him. “Did you not hear me earlier? Of course I want you to stay!”

Ken blinked and took a deep breath. “I love you. I love Rose Alice. You think you can give me a second chance?”

Sadie looked out the window for a second. Then she turned back to Ken. “I love you. Yes, I want you to stay. Why else did you think I promised at Rose Alice’s naming?” Tears rolled down her face.

Ken leaned forward until his knees hit the floor and his arms wrapped around Sadie and Rose Alice. “I’ll stay.” The three of them stayed like that for a long while.

“I never thought I’d see Ken give up his bike,” said Kirsty.

“Neither did I.” Nanny smiled as she watched Ken show Jerry how to work the heavy motorcycle. “Maybe he needed those raccoon black eyes to make his vision clear.”

Kirsty snickered. “I think so.” The two women laughed. An hour later, the two women along with the rest of the farm waved the riders off. Kirsty smiled at Sadie, where she stood with Ken’s arm around her. The Vortex gang was off for another winter of riding, sex and raucous fun.

Flash Fiction Friday Just Be.

that look

Her thoughts were of desire. Lust made her tremble as she crawled across the floor to where he sat. Slowly, she moved, one square at a time. Black, white, black, white; until she knelt between his legs.

He looked down at her. Naked between his knees. His longing for her overran his urge to enjoy their encounter in sweet slow pleasure. “Come closer,” he whispered.

She moved up between his legs, her body almost touching his crotch. The heat of his body along with his scent rolled over her in waves.

His hands went to her face. So lovely. Not beautiful, not cute, but comprised of just the right mouth, right coloring, right bonestructure to make his heart beat faster. “Are you mine?”

“Oh yes. Totally.”

He ran his fingers over her face, watching as the softest touch brought out a response of pleasure. He smiled as she moaned when his fingers traced along her temples. His fingers moved through her hair, grabbing it and pulling her head back. Her mouth opened to his, as she melted. No strain, no hesitance.

She gave herself to his touch. Her nipples were hard as they brushed against his inner thighs. She sighed as he looked at her. Her body soft and pliant. How she loved this man.

He held her there as their eyes locked. Such joy he felt. To love someone so fully was such a rarity. It was reciprocal. What had started off as a casual D/s relationship had melded into so much more. People spoke of finding their soulmate, their perfect love. He’d always laughed at them. Saying it was just a fairy tale told to teens. Then he met her.

She knew that submitting could be dangerous. There are always bastards that love to hurt, just because they can. It had been different with him from that very first look. He’d taken her breath, her heart, her submission all in one moment.

He didn’t know how long they sat there with his hand coiled in her hair. How long he waited to kiss that lovely mouth. It was as if they’d melded. As if they were one. He took a deep breath, pulled her up into his lap, and captured her mouth.

She moaned as he kissed her. Her body suffused with his touch, made itself ready for him. His kiss deepened and his fingers explored her body with a surety of purpose. His touch was gentle, and insistent. Her body responded, orgasmic juices flowed across his hand. One kiss, one being, all pleasure.


Our FFF host set us the following prompt:

This week, I’ve asked the wonderful Clitical Jeanne to set the prompt … 

I adore this picture. I adore the look on the guys face, to me it’s more than lust, it goes way deeper. There are times in most of our lives when we simply look at a partner and know what they want. Tell us your story of when you got that purposeful look from a partner.

Key Words: Lust, longing
Forbidden Words: Office, Suit
Word Limit: 426
Extra Credit: tell us about an encounter where your partner had ‘that’ look on their face
Bonus Words: +50 masturbation, owned
Yes, I have that kind of relationship with Wolf. We have our moments when the world ends at our skins. Our eyes are the universe, and our lips… And then we wake up, go to work and deal with all the dreck of the day. Yet sometimes, it just happens. Even a few seconds brings it all back. We aren’t each other’s first loves, but we love unconditionally. Perfect Love and Perfect Trust. We love each other to be exactly what we are, and that’s where that soul searching look comes in. And sometimes, as he’s tickled me to that last orgasm I swear I just can’t take, I see that look and get lost in his eyes. Ahhh.

Flash Fiction Friday Canine Chicanery.


Ginger keyed the door lock and walked into Room 57. “Hello? Room service. Anyone here?” She walked in bringing the cleaning cart inside, door ajar. Something wasn’t right, and she picked up the heavy mop to use as a weapon. Two months ago, she’d surprised a couple having mad passionate sex in the tub. The man had been startled and swung at her. This time she was taking no chances. “Hello?”

She heard a muffled noise as she approached the bathroom. “Hello?”


Ginger opened the door. In the tub there was a man dressed in rubber, handcuffed and wearing a husky mask. She blinked, rubbed her eyes and tilted her head to one side as she looked at the man.


She stood there, and the giggles took over. Then she looked around the room. On the mirror there was a note. She walked over to read it.

Dear Room Service,

Sorry for the disturbance, but, Reggie was a bad dog. He ate all the chocolate at his fiancé’s hen party and wouldn’t replace it. His punishment was to be found by you. It is up to you as to how soon you choose to release him before checkout time. Keep in mind that his wedding is at 2pm on the 5th.


The chocolate deprived bridesmaids.

Ginger kept giggling. She’d heard of silly going ons at the hotel, but had never run into one. She walked over to Reggie. “So, you ate all of the chocolates at your fiancé’s party?”

He nodded. “Mmmmph!”

“So, what will you do for me to let you go?” She looked at her phone. It was 11am. “You have three hours before your wedding.”


“If you’ll behave, I’ll take off the mask so you can talk. Will you behave?”

Reggie nodded. Ginger reached down and carefully pulled him up into a sitting position. Then she wriggled the mask off. Reggie gasped and shook his head.

“Thank you!”

“You’re welcome. Now, what are you going to do for me?

“Will you marry me?”

Ginger smiled. “Promise to never raid a party ever again?”

“I promise. I love you Ginger.”

She bent down to undo the cuffs and help him out of the tub.


Funny prompt. Especially as I’m in a hotel for the weekend. Business conference. And… I just bought some very expensive chocolates. :) Our dear host’s prompt today was:

You walk into a room, and see the sight adjacent. What happened next …

Key Words: chocolate

Forbidden Words: monster

Word Limit: 2,000 characters

I almost messed up. For whatever reason, I read it as 2000 WORDS. Good thing I checked. :) Hope you enjoyed my twisty tale.

Flash Fiction Friday Spanks!


Jake woke up to the feel of hands on his body. He’d fallen asleep on the couch, and at first thought that it was Stella. As he opened his eyes, he found four of his burliest friends each grabbing a limb. “What’s going on?”

“Turn him over,” Stella said.

Jake tried to struggle, not knowing what was happening. He felt Stella’s hand on his crotch, and to his panic, felt the zip being pulled. Then his boxers. Before he could move or speak, he was pinned to the floor over a cushion. His ass was up in the air, cock and balls on display between his legs. He felt his skin flush with embarrassment. “What are you doing?”

“Why, it’s your birthday, and I wanted to spank you. I knew I couldn’t do it alone, so I asked for a bit of help.” Stella smiled and held up the flat backed hair brush he’d used on her a few months earlier.

“Oh damn.” He knew he was in trouble. He thought of what he’d done to Stella on her birthday and wondered just how far she’d go.

“One!” The first swat hit his ass. The sting was sharp. It stole his breath, and all he could manage was a gasp.

“Two!” This one landed on the other cheek. Stella was building up a rhythm, and counting as she went. He tried to wriggle away, but it was no good.

“Twenty-five, twenty-six.” His ass was on fire. Each stroke arched him in a mix of pleasure and pain. To his amazement, his cock was swelling, and his balls ached.

“Thirty-two, thirty three! Happy Birthday, Jake!” The last one across both cheeks made him see stars. The hands let loose of him, and by the time he stood up, they were gone. Jake leaned against the wall hand on ass, jeans on the floor, trying to catch his breath.

“You know, this isn’t over.” Stella was beside him, hairbrush in hand. “I will not have you wasting a perfectly good erection today.” She shook her finger at him as she spoke.

“No Ma’am.” His cock twitched. Pre-cum purled at the end.

They headed to the bedroom, where five minutes later, they were both in bed in a 69. Each time he licked her pussy, she spanked his tender ass until Jake came hard enough to nearly drown Stella.


Ah, birthday spankings. :) So much fun. Our dear muse wrote this:

It’s my birthday this week so this is all about the birthday spankings. Perhaps, like me, you don’t mind them, going as far to enjoy them. Perhaps you dislike them, tell us a story

Key Words: Birthday

Forbidden Words: leather, cry

Word Limit: 396 words (the number of months I’ve been alive!)

Extra Credit: tell us about a birthday spanking

Bonus Words: +24 words for every additional spanker or victim

Hope you like my D/s twist. :) I know I’m late, but Thanksgiving dinner rolled me. :) Too much good food. Now I’m going to finish my tea, grab Wolf and crawl back into bed! :) {yes, use your imagination!}   Oh, and Happy Birthday, John!


Life has been crazy around here. It’s difficult to get use to being my parent’s caregiver. I can’t seem to catch my breath. I haven’t had time to read or to write. This evening, I was trying to catch up on all the blogs I follow, and read about the death of a dear Gentleman, a fellow blogger. David, of A View from the Top, died a few weeks ago. 

I read his blog, exchanged conversational bits via email and comments. I looked forward to the latest posts, and his stories. Now he is gone. As I read Monkey’s blog, I had a poem thump me. One that pops up from time to time. My thoughts and prayers go out to her, and I hope that somewhere, under a sunny sky, he’s writing and figuring out how to post them. 

W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.