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| Photo Prompt, above, and Word Prompt was Purify for Madi Merek's flash fic contest at themadimerek.wordpress.com, January 7, 2014 |
Leaving Aggie behind was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do. Tragedy had brought us together one fateful day two years ago, and we hadn’t been apart since. She had lost her father, and I my mother. Drawn together by sharing grief, within hours, we began sharing much more.
We both yearned to feel alive and were desperate to culminate our loss into something carnal. For two days we healed each other, attempting to glue our hearts back together. We made love, we talked, ate, made love, showered, made love, held hands at the funerals, made love, hugged each other intensely. Within two weeks we had moved in together. Immediately, it felt like we belonged together. Not only physically, or amicably, but completely.
I wrote songs about us, and now my band was going on a national tour. For the first time since we met, I was leaving. It completely wrecked me, but she was so strong, telling me how proud she was. I dropped to my knees and asked her to marry me.
She said yes; then hugged me tightly.
“You’ve purified me,” I whispered before claiming her lips.
@LouiseClark75, 191 words
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| Photo Prompt for Week 34 of fan fic flash fic, September 19, 2013 |
I couldn’t believe how well the play was going tonight! As a high school senior, I was going to miss my favorite part of school: Drama Club. My favorite roles have been the strong female leads. Tonight’s mass murder scene was coming up, so I used the handy prop in my hand as a mirror. The chef knife was very realistic-looking so I couldn’t wait to see the crowd’s reaction!
“Carrie, you’ve got a little–“
“Oh, thanks, Mischa,” I said in my high-pitched, squeaky voice.
She was a fake friend, and I had grown quite tired of her. She annoyed me, so I did my best to annoy her in kind. She and her little group of stuck up bitches had made my life hell for nearly four years.
With one last look to admire my red lips, I read aloud the quote by Saint Augustine to help myself get into character: “Punishment is justice for the unjust.”
Perfect inspiration. With a wicked smile, I stepped onto the stage.
@LouiseClark75
170 words
Word Prompt: "Bits and Pieces" defined as, "The obvious sexual attributes of a woman visible to the naked and untrained eye.
Sinful Sunday, Week #48, September 15, 2013
Holy fuck, she drove me wild! What began as just a random online chat months ago has evolved into something more. So much more.
“Paul? Are you there?” Rosalie asked timidly. She was adorable.
“Yeah, baby, I’m here,” I answered gruffly. I lifted my pants to show her my leaking hard-on.
“Mmm, so you are, baby.”
God, she had the sexiest voice when she was turned on. Our flirtatious online chats had evolved into the absolute best Facetime fun time. We were set to meet in two weeks and I couldn’t wait.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to touch you, baby. To lick you. To kiss you. To taste you. I’ve seen your beautiful bits and pieces, and I can’t wait to claim them as mine.” I couldn’t help but hiss as I began stroking myself.
“Oh, Paul,” she moaned. I opened my eyes to see her fingers glistening with her cum circle her clit before dipping them into herself.
“I bet you taste like the sweetest peaches, baby. Cum for me, Rosalie. I want to see you cum.”
She writhed and moaned until she climaxed, and it was the most beautiful thing I’d seen.
@LouiseClark75
194 words
| Sinful Sunday flashfiction Week 44, Photo and Word Prompt "Desire," August 18, 2013 |
Seeing her standing there for all the doms to see was aggravating me. I had never before felt what was coursing through my veins this very moment. It was distracting me, making me lose my focus as I tried to judge the other four subs that were available. Without reason, I repeatedly felt drawn to her.
With her back to the viewing gallery, she appeared calm and collected. Her silhouette was beautiful. She had a lean build, yet had delightful curves. Her long arms bound behind her teased me, as well as her manicured hands that were tied together with a different pearl strand.
I longed to see her front side, for I was sure she was just as beautiful. Not able to contain myself any longer, I pulled the club manager aside and expressed my interest in the young woman. Arrangements were made, and without hesitation, I proclaimed, “I desire you.”
@LouiseClark75
153 words
I was elated to win Runner-Up! Here's what the judge, @myheroin1, had to say:
"It was honestly hard to choose between the winner and this one, both so very good! I loved this just about the same. . . I loved how you see the torment through his desire for her, his want. I love how he finally gives in, knowing he just has to, he has no other choice but to."
Because the actual winner this week was a previous winner, I was asked to judge the following week! *squee*
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| Photo prompt for Week 29 of fan fic flash fic, August 15, 2013 "Lost the baby"
“I’m so sorry, Melinda,” I whispered as I wrapped my body around her. I held the stuffed animal in one hand as our arms entwined.
She grabbed on to my embrace tightly and began to sob. I tried to hold her comfortably around her belly. She was still sore from losing our baby, not only physically, but emotionally as well. Hell, I knew I was still hurting. I was raw.
I was driving us to a doctor appointment on that fateful day. I had pulled over onto the shoulder when Melinda started experiencing horrible pain in her abdomen. She was very early in her pregnancy, about ten weeks. I didn’t even see the eighteen-wheeler until it was too late. It rear-ended us, totaling our SUV instantly. Airbags were futile as we were jolted, lifted, and then squished forward from behind.
Days later, it was Melinda’s idea to stop by the scene of the accident. While we looked perfectly normal, the highway did not. Skid marks and bits of plastic littered the scene. We walked through the wildflowers along the side of the road until we saw a bright light.
“Let’s go. Our baby is waiting for us.”
@LouiseClark75
197 words
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| Above Photo and Word Prompt for Sinful Sunday Week 42, "Tease," August 4, 2013
1. To playfully arouse sexual passion and then refuse gratification; to lead somebody on and then fail to deliver; to offer everything but give nothing.
2. Or: teaser, a person, more often a woman, who promises much more than s/he is willing to deliver. SYNONYMS: cock-chafer; cock-tease; cockteaser; CT; dick-teaser; prick-tease; prick-teaser.
QUOTE: Andy Clark (Emilio Estevez) in The Breakfast Club (1985): ‘All girls are teases!’
“I win,” I said, thrilled with my luck.
My competitor grinned at me deviously from across the game table. “Good hand,” he said cordially and then stood. He motioned for the man at the door behind me to leave.
I removed the toothpick from my martini and made a seductive show of eating the two olives off it before tossing it. I knew he was aroused from my performance thanks to his not-so-subtle show of adjusting himself while he walked around the table. I licked my lips in anticipation as he approached.
“Now let’s see who you are.” His husky tone was full of lust and desire.
Heat and electricity radiated through my hand as he covered mine. We both gasped, and he quickly used the distraction to pull my mask away. The feathers tickled my arm as he set it on the table, causing goose bumps to rise along my arm. His hot breath mingled with mine as we both stood motionless.
“So stunning,” he whispered before claiming my lips, softly at first. Then our mutual hunger grew, our teeth nipping at each other’s lips. “My beautiful tease. We meet again.”
@LouiseClark75
Word Count: 200
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Used both pic prompts for fanficflashfic, August 1, 2013.
Lying on my stomach as I flipped through my scrapbook, I drifted into a daydream about the boy in the pictures.
I imagined myself going through my closet and getting ready for the last Saturday before school started. Plans included a bonfire with friends out in the country, and fireworks at the end of the day. During the evening, we played games, and I ended up being paired with the boy I had a crush on. We sat beside each other as we worked to solve the puzzle. There were times when his knee would bump into mine, causing me to blush. After the game, we went for a walk, where I told him how I felt. Amazingly, he felt the same way. As we walked back to our friends, our hands brushed against each other, and our pinkies linked.
I woke up then, smiled and wished my dream would come true. I got ready to go, determined to follow through. Before I left my room, I read a quote by Eleanor Roosevelt I had taped to the wall beside the door giving me one last bit of courage: Do one thing every day that scares you.
@LouiseClark75
197 words
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| Above photo and word prompt: three-layer cake, Week #41 Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Contest, July 28, 2013 |
“Quiet on set! Go for music! Actors, when you’re ready, we’ll roll cameras,” the director of the adult film ordered before turning away. The heavyset man had been in the business for many years, starting out as an actor in his youth, thus earning respect by all.
The young male actors were models and in a relationship, and trying their hardest to be turned on by the beautiful actress. This wasn’t her first threesome, but usually she felt attracted to both men.
As if on queue, they approached her, watching each other as they pumped their cocks. The one behind her kissed her shoulders slowly and reverently before working his way up her neck and to her soft, plump lips. Making his presence known, the other man kissed her nipples as though they were delicate flowers, eliciting a shiver from the actress.
“What’s your name?” She whispered to the one behind her as she raised her arm and stroked her fingers through his thick, dark hair.
It was unusual to not meet before shooting, but the director wouldn’t have it this time, citing spontaneity was key for the scene.
The young man smirked, then kissed the other man.
“Paul.”
“Jared.”
@LouiseClark75
200 words, synonym ‘threesome’ used in lieu of ‘triple layer cake.’
Received Honorable Mention! :D Yay!
The judge, @eileengriffin77, commented, "I loved her take that the three lovers in the photo were in fact “actors” in an adult movie, or as I like to call it “research”. My favorite lines were: “The one behind her kissed her shoulders slowly and reverently before working his way up her neck and to her soft, plump lips. It was unusual to not meet before shooting, but the director wouldn’t have it this time, citing spontaneity was key for the scene.” I love spontaneity! Great job Louise! "- See more at: http://www.rebeccagraceallen.com/sinful-sunday/sinful-sunday-flash-fiction-week-41-results#sthash.WO3b6t29.dpuf
How awesome is that!! :D
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| fanficflashfic prompt, a quote, July 25, 2013 |
Thoughts of him during that summer
The dirt and grass stains on his jersey,
The sweat down his cheeks,
Consumed my every thought
My cheers for him as he hit a homerun,
And when he’d look at me in the stands
As he rounded the bases,
Oh how it made my heart flutter and scream louder!
Soon I couldn’t get enough of him,
And wanted to be with him after every game
There were nights where we loved with passion,
Other nights he was away and I was left crying alone
There was nothing like our reunions!
All too soon, as with the end of the season,
The summer went away,
Taking with it our fervor for each other
When autumn came, we both seemed to move on:
I moved across the country to attend an Ivy League school,
He transferred baseball teams, making it to the Major League
Years later, we’ve met again,
Our feelings returned as fast as lightning
Both of our dreams have come true,
We can concentrate on each other
This time it’s the right time
@LouiseClark75
180 words
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self respect and it’s these things I’d believe in even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all that she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”- F. Scott Fitzgerald
fan fic flsh fic prompt: a quote
July 11, 2013
I’m doing the best I can to ensure a life for us, my love. I type what comes to mind, for it is my gift of words that will surely make our lives richer. I may have failed a time or two, unsure of what it is my feeble audience wants to read, but I will not stand idly by and listen to our acquaintances evaluate our relationship!
If my first novel’s success was a fluke, then I’ll make sure the next one won’t be. If no one likes my post in the weekly this time, then the next will be better. It will have to be.
I no longer write for the joy it used to bring. I write for the dollar they will pay me, which is all for you. My love, you drown me in debt as we speak. I work as hard as I can, seemingly writing nonsense to make ends meet.
So forgive me for being upset when someone says you’ve broken off our engagement and have had an affair. Preposterous! I refuse to indulge in wild suspicions!
You’ll tell me the truth when we meet. Until then, I love you.
@LouiseClark75
196 influenced words from the quote
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| Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Contest, Week 39 photo prompt July 7, 2013 Word Prompt: Bait
“Come on, Sean. I need your help. Please, man,” I begged, hoping he’d take the bait.
“Why isn’t Maggie taking the pics? This whole thing is weird,” he replied, still trying to get out of it.
“All I know is there’s a deadline, so come on, man,” I insisted. I thought I heard a muffled, “fuck” before the line went dead.
I groaned in frustration and tossed my phone on the end table. Maggie came around the corner and hugged me.
“He’ll come,” she whispered, and then kissed me roughly. My cock was about to burst through my jeans at the thought of her insinuation. Just as she was stroking me outside of my jeans, Sean’s truck pulled up. Maggie fled the room giggling as I stood there, stunned.
“Come on, Gavin,” I muttered to myself, then answered the door.
The nervous, sexual energy that had always been around Sean and I was at its peak as I showed him the camera and where I wanted to pose. He got comfy on the couch and started snapping photos. I concentrated on his mouth as I teased him. Out of the corner of my eye, a flash startled me.
Word Count: 199 |
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| fan fic flash fic, week 23 photo prompt July 4, 2013
“I’m telling ya, Corporal, we should start sending out more than one team at a time,” I pleaded my case yet again to the hard-headed fool. I didn’t know if it was the heat or what, but I felt like I was talking to a brick wall.
He looked down and kicked the earth with his boot. After our camp took on some enemy fire last night, we had to repair the sandbag wall bunker surrounding the cannon this morning.
“It ain’t my call, Specialist Martin. I’ll mention it in the next briefing,” he muttered and walked away.
Maybe I finally got through to him. My canine partner, Dusty, was panting in the sun up on the wall. I patted him before I put a hand beside him, jumped up, kicked my legs over the sandbags, and landed in a sitting position next to him. “Nice way to spend the Fourth of July, huh?”
Word count: 192 http://fanficflashfic.blogspot.com/2013/07/week-23-fanficflashfic.html |
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| Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Contest, Week 38 Picture Prompt June 30, 2013 Word Prompt: Sparks Had to use both prompts
“Oh fuck, yeah, mmm,” Cassie panted her desire.
My girl was a fucking sex goddess, attacking me as soon as she came to my dorm room. Don’t judge me, I’m a resident advisor, a graduate student. I hadn’t decorated my room much, just a couple of movie posters, since I’d only been here a day.
“Harder, Mikey,” she demanded and grabbed my wild, curly hair.
I grabbed her supple ass with matching strength as she rolled her hips and continued to ride me. She pulled me closer, and I could hear her heart racing. We came together, and I slid my hand up around her back as she rode out her orgasm.
Smiling at her thong on a stack of books on my bedside table, I thought back to how an hour ago I was taking pictures of her, with only that on. I had taped a couple of previous pictures of her on the drawer. She was my favorite photography subject, and has been since we met over a year ago. Sparks literally flew when it happened.
“Hey, baby,” Cassie greeted, and smiled.
“Hey, beautiful. Marry me?” I sincerely proposed.
She gasped as I pulled out the ring.
Word Count: 200 |
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| fan fic flash fic, week 22 photo prompt June 27, 2013
Two best friends that have been through everything together,
Georgina and Stacey,
Two birds of a feather,
Escaped to NYC for the weekend.
One of the touristy stops the ladies just “had” to do:
The 70th Floor Observation Deck, the Top of the Rock
Georgina and Stacey had always been an unlikely pair,
One liked the higher quality clothing with flair,
The other lucky to have something so she wasn’t bare
They had been through high school bullies,
Even going to college on opposite coasts.
Each had married, and with kids to boast
Every day they spoke, and ended their day with a tight squeeze
So here they were at the Top of the Rock
Each of them with something to say, watching the other like a hawk
“My cancer came back,” Stacey blurted. Her sandy-blonde hair wrapped around her face as a wind gust pushed her against the iron railing.
Word count: 184 http://fanficflashfic.blogspot.com/2013/06/week-22-fanficflashfic.html |
fan fic flash fic, week 21 prompt
June 20, 2013
“Mmm, your body is like the ocean, baby. All these waves,” my lover spoke reverently. His fingertip traced along my curvaceous physique. From my hips and bare abdomen, across my stomach, and up to my chest. I giggled as he drew circles around my breasts and then suckled each nipple. I couldn’t help but sigh when his lips left my skin. My wet nipples made me shiver and ache for him.
“And your hair, Nessie,” he continued, grabbing a handful of my long, auburn, naturally curly hair. He breathed in the scent, and I could feel his erection forming. “God, it’s the best scent in the world, baby.”
His firm lips descended upon my soft skin once more. I squeezed my legs together, embarrassed at how wet I was from all his smooth talk and hot kisses. I had never felt so loved. I had been waiting for him, admiring him from the beach as he made love to the ocean all afternoon with his board. Now that the sun had set and the bonfire was in full swing, it was his turn to make love to me.
I’ll never forget that night.
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| fan fic flash fic, week 20 photo prompt June 13, 2013
“It’s a feeling. A heart beat.” Edward placed Bella’s fingers onto his chest so she could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Bella couldn’t believe she was standing so close to him. She had been aching for this kind of interaction with him. He was so handsome, with his bronze hair and green eyes, and with his flawless skin. His features were like a sculpture of a Greek god. She couldn’t help but stare at him.
He tapped her fingers along with his heartbeat. “You feel that? Imagine your feet moving to the rhythm now,” he said, continuing to tap her fingers.
She tried to focus on their hands, but was mesmerized by his lips.
“Don’t try so hard, Bella. Close your eyes.”
She reluctantly closed them and concentrated on his fingers tapping hers. She caught wind of his breath, making her freeze in her movements. It was so warm; she imagined him blowing a heated breath over her nipple. She gasped and bit her lip.
“Breathe,” he commanded harshly.
Bella opened her eyes. It could’ve been her imagination, but she swore she saw lust in them.
“Again.” He tapped her fingers and their feet began the steps.
Word count: 198
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| Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Week 35 Picture Prompt June 2, 2013 Word Prompt: Rake Had to use both prompts
The sultry atmosphere of the club was very promising. He had numerous prospects approach him, but he denied them just as quickly. He was very astute in his search. He only bed a woman with a certain look: slender figure, long dark hair, and small features.
An hour later, she came in with some friends. He wasted no time flirting with her and they eventually left.
All night he worshipped her body. They slept for a little while, only to be awoken by the brilliant sunlight through the hotel window.
“Mmm, Don,” she moaned as he pulled her off the bed and positioned her the way he wanted.
They began kissing and writhing, their passion quickly building.
“Take me, Don Juan. Mark me.”
He slid into her, and pulled her closer, claiming her body with his lips and cock. He kissed down her chest, nipping her skin along the way. Losing herself in ecstasy, she leaned back on his legs as he continued his sinful rhythm. Feeling her come, he bit her under her breast and came inside her.
Later that night, it would be a different woman in a different hotel in a different city.
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| Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Contest, Week 34 prompt May 26, 2013 Word Prompt: Secret Sin Had to use both prompts
“Where is he?” I thought to myself as I sweat in anticipation. The blindfold caused my other senses to work harder.
Never one to do anything remotely like this before, I wondered what in the hell I had gotten myself into. I had trusted my four friends with my secret, one of them my best friend since second grade.
I had remained unmarried, the stereotypical bridesmaid but never the bride, and also without children. Not by choice, mind you, but I had yet to meet a man that I would want to share that life adventure with. Adventurous, my life was not. My life was pretty mundane and pathetic, so I was in need of a desperate change; which brought me to this club on my thirtieth birthday.
“Marie?” A velvety male voice asked.
“Y–yes?” I stuttered.
“Is your blindfold comfortable?” he asked and cleared his throat.
His voice was so sexy! I was completely turned on. Suddenly, his hands consumed mine in heavenly fire.
“May I wrap this rope around your wrists, Marie? Then we’ll get on with exposing your secret sin.” His sexy voice promised.
Word count: 192 |
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| Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Contest, Week 33's Photo Prompts May 19, 2013 Word Prompt: Defloration Could use either pic prompt, or both, but also had to use word prompt
The autumn air was crisp; the cement we rested on outside the dorm was cold enough to make me tremble.
“Come here, baby,” my boyfriend suggested. I lazily scoot closer, then turn sideways and end up resting my legs across his lap. His arm immediately claims them as he leans into me. “You’re so beautiful.”
We kiss chastely, though it’s enough to ignite the flame of passion that had been building for months.
“Let’s go somewhere only we know,” he hinted. I knew he meant our favorite place to make out.
He laid beside me on the air mattress, completely bare for the first time.
“You’re so… so big!” I was at a loss for words. I had never been this far before, so I was completely beside myself.
He laughed and said with a smirk, “It gets bigger.”
“We’re really doing this, aren’t we?” I asked, still fully clothed.
He shook his head and responded, “Eventually.”
Word count: 191 |
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| The Lemonade Stand, May 17-24, 2013 prompt |
Word Count: 270
“Mmmm, you ready for me again, baby?”
I would always be ready for him. He was my everything. I moaned and swayed my legs, anxious to have him again.
My man licked his fingers, and then touched my swollen lips. My hand instinctively met his there. I was unbelievably wet for him, no matter that we’d just had amazing shower sex and had made love all night before that. I didn’t even know what time it was because we’d been in our honeymoon bubble since our arrival at the resort.
“Oh, fuuuuck….” My husband grunted as he slowly thrust into me. “Shit, baby…”
“Yeah, give it to me,” I panted, desperate to pull the towel off my breasts and throw my hands into his dark hair.
Instead, he pulled my legs toward him, thrusting as deep into me as he possibly could. My hands reached out to grab the sheets as I screamed in surprise. I held the sheets in my fists as he pounded into me relentlessly. I loved seeing him like this. The flexing of his exquisite muscles turned me on even more. Neither of us was going to last long if he kept this rhythm up.
Grabbing the towel, he pulled it off of me with one hand. Again he licked his fingers, but this time they teased my puckered hole. As his middle finger pumped inside me there, I came undone around his cock, my muscles quivering with my orgasm. He came immediately, his cum warming my insides.
“I love you,” he muttered before falling asleep.
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