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Friday, December 31, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 12-31-10: "Spell of the White Witch"

(Image source: femjoy.com , model unknown)

"Turkish Delight is for little boys," the Witch purred. "Wouldn't you rather have...a man's reward?"

Edmund's heart beat faster as the Witch unfastened her robe and let it fall to the snow. Stretching, she lay full length. Her body shone, pale and bright. Winter's kiss left no trace upon her.

Edmund's blood burned. He knelt behind the Witch, now very aware of the pressing heat at his groin, dimly understanding that pleasures beyond his dreams could be his for the taking.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 66-86 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...winter's kiss..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track: 

I've been rereading C.S. Lewis's Chronicles of Narnia series recently. This picture inspired me to write the only piece of "fan-fiction" I've ever created. When I saw this woman lying nude in the snow, with that fur coat and hat, all I could think about was the White Witch from the first book in the series. In the story, Edmund betrays his companions to the Witch for some Turkish Delight. Me, I'd much rather have the Witch herself. The idea of entwining with a beauty like this, steaming it up in the snow...oh yes, what a delight that would be. She looks a lot more tasty than any conjured confectionery.

Please note that there is no participants list this week as I am traveling for personal and business reasons. I hope you enjoyed this week's pic and challenge. Check back here on Monday for the next challenge, and if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Monday, December 27, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 12-31-10

(Image source: femjoy.com , model unknown)

Your challenge for this Friday, 12-31-10, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 66-86 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...winter's kiss..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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. 

SPECIAL REMAINDER-OF-DECEMBER NOTE:


I will be travelling for personal and business reasons from December 18th until January 10th. During that time I will not be able to collect the participant list like usual to go along with the Friday post, or be able to leave comments on everyone else's takes. However, since I don't want you all to be entirely bereft of FFF action, I will still have a challenge post/pic/phrase up on each Monday during that time period, and will still provide my own take on Friday. I just won't be able to provide a participant list like usual on that Friday. I hope you folk will still participate!

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, December 24, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 12-24-10: "A Holly Jolly Christmas"

(Artwork above is from a 70s Playboy cover by Haddon Sundblom, who is rather more well known for his other Christmas art.)

Christmas Eve, and Santa was more stressed than he'd been in months. Lists to check (twice), an elf rebellion to quell (the little buggers had gotten into the egg nog and were refusing to finish up the last few toys), last-minute transportation arrangements to handle (Rudolph, usually reliable, had been found dead drunk in a snowbank, muttering something about being a misfit). Santa wished grimly for a drink, and went back to rechecking the "naughty" list.

"Awwww. Is Papa all stressed out?" he heard from behind him.

Turning, he beheld a vision. A Christmas hat cocked at a jaunty angle. Golden hair framing an angelic -- no, make that a devilish smile. And the shortest red robe he'd ever seen. Not to mention the spectacular body it was just barely hiding.

"Here," she cooed. "Let me take care of that." And she spread her robe like she was unwrapping a gift.

Ten minutes later, Santa was feeling much more jolly. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" he boomed cheerfully. "I've gotten my present; time to get all the good girls and boys their presents too!

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Claus," she grinned.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus," he replied, and kissed her tenderly.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 121-199 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...unwrapping a gift..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class). 

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track:

This was partially inspired by Jimmy Buffett's highly amusing island-flavored Christmas tune "Ho Ho Ho and a Bottle of Rum" (listen to it on Youtube here; lyrics are here if you really have trouble figuring them out). Who has more reason to be stressed during the Christmas season than Santa himself? I mean, the number of things he has to keep track of must be just ridiculous. And aside from the odd household that leaves out cookies and milk for him, how many people ever say thanks? I like to think that Santa's wife does what she can to help keep him unstressed, and I also like to think that someone who's that cheerful must have a very happy and very active sex life. So I wrote a little piece where Santa gets a nice bout of happy holiday sex from his loving wife and the problems he's dealing with just melt away. If you don't like that, well, humbug to you. :)

Eagle-eyed readers, or at least readers with the same exposure to children's TV specials, may also have noted the tip of the hat to the old Rankin-Bass animated "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer" holiday special, both in the title and in the piece itself. I will never tire of watching that; there are so many happy memories associated with it. I never thought Rudolph was a misfit, but then that may just be because I was something of a weird misfit myself, growing up. And "Papa" is just what Mrs. Claus calls Santa in that special; there's no Santa-daughter incest going on here. :)

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! 

Please note that there is no participants list this week as I am traveling for personal and business reasons and have limited access to email and to Blogger. I hope you enjoyed this week's pic and challenge. Check back here on Monday for the next challenge, and if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Monday, December 20, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 12-24-10

(Artwork above is from a 70s Playboy cover by Haddon Sundblom, who is rather more well known for his other Christmas art.)

Your challenge for this Friday, 12-24-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 121-199 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...unwrapping a gift..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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. 

SPECIAL REMAINDER-OF-DECEMBER NOTE:

I will be travelling for personal and business reasons from December 18th - January 10th. During that time I will not be able to collect the participant list like usual to go along with the Friday post, and probably will not be able to leave comments on everyone else's takes. However, since I don't want you all to be entirely bereft of FFF action, I will still have a challenge post/pic/phrase up on each Monday during that time period, and will still provide my own take on Friday. I just won't be able to provide a participant list like usual on that Friday. I hope you folk will still participate!

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, December 17, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 12-17-10: "The Mirror of His Dreams"

(Image stolen from Tempting Sweets; original source unknown)

It was the first tentative touch that made Freddy realize he was lost. Just his hand encircling Carl's ankle, but it was enough to send ripples of heat all through his body. He clenched his teeth, willing himself not to show anything.

Carl smiled. “It's not helping,” he said. “Your body knows what it wants.”

He paused. “And so does mine.” He stretched, long and lean, and tilted the mirror a bit to one side, revealing the edges, a bare outline, of his desire, an ebony tower standing tall.

Freddy's mouth watered so hard it hurt. He saw only himself in the mirror, but Carl filled everything else in his vision.

Carl smiled again, rich and dark. “Mirror, mirror, on the wall,” he said softly. “Who's the fairest one of all?”

He leaned forward, peering. “Why, look. It's showing you, dear Freddy....”

Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 78-148 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...tentative touch..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track:

I love the idea of mirrors reflecting desire. I considered this as an art installation at first, the two of them standing there in a busy garden, the cynosure of all eyes, feeling the breeze on their skin, eyes locked on each other, the heat building and building and building.

Then I looked at the one on the bottom again, and it seemed he wasn't looking at the one on top at all, but rather looking off into the distance. Why, I wondered, might he be doing that? Perhaps he didn't know what to do with the sensations he was feeling. Maybe he was trying to concentrate on the arousal sweeping through him, or trying NOT to concentrate on it.


Then I wondered what sort of mirror this was. Innocuous? Or special somehow? I do love a good fairy tale, so I couldn't resist the Snow White homage, particularly with the alabaster white skin of the kid lying on his back. I don't think Snow White ever had ideas quite like this, though.



The title is another homage, this one to the Stephen Donaldson novel "The Mirror of Her Dreams", one of the more challenging and densely-packed fantasy tales around. Mirrors have a great deal of power in that story; they can be dangerous if misused. This mirror is a rather more pleasant tool, I think.


The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Violet:  http://writteninpurpleink.blogspot.com 
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com 
Snow:  http://snow9.wordpress.com 
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge, but please note that because I will be traveling for personal and business reasons from December 18th-January 10th, I will not be able to collect the participants list as I usually do. You are certainly still welcome to participate! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Monday, December 13, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 12-17-10

(Image stolen from Tempting Sweets; original source unknown)

Your challenge for this Friday, 12-17-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 78-148 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...tentative touch..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here, sometime before Friday. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me. You all want to do that, don't you? Right. If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

SPECIAL REMAINDER-OF-DECEMBER NOTE:

I will be travelling for personal and business reasons starting after this Saturday, December 18th, and will not be back to anything resembling "normal" routine until January 10th. During that time I will not be able to collect the participant list like usual to go along with the Friday post, or be able to leave comments on everyone else's takes. However, since I don't want you all to be entirely bereft of FFF action, I will still have a challenge post/pic/phrase up on each Monday during that time period, and will still provide my own take on Friday. I just won't be able to provide a participant list like usual on that Friday. I hope you folk will still participate!

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, December 10, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 12-10-10: "Presents in Big Packages"

(Image source: "King Sol" by Carolyn Weltman)

“So we thought you'd get you something for your birthday,” he heard his wife Pam say from the doorway.

He turned, and when he saw them – nude, arms twined round each others' waists – he dropped his drink. Glass shattered like a bomb. He stumbled backward. His feet tangled together and he went down on his ass.

“Oh, dear,” Darla, his wife's best friend,  purred. “Fall down go boom.” She undulated toward him like a tornado, caressing herself deliberately, shivering with desire. She knelt, straddling him, hands slithering up and down his body, slipping lower, finding the growing bulge in his pants.

Still stroking, she glanced at Pam, eyes widening. “Hey, just who's getting the present here?”

Pam grinned.



Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 107-127 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...shivering with desire..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track:

I've been wanting to use this one for a while. It speaks to one of my big fantasies: the guy with an embarrassment of riches, two women worshiping his body (and each other) while he caresses them both, unable to believe how lucky he's gotten. The art has a hazy quality to it, like something out of a daydream. Originally that was the idea: to write something more ethereal, shadow and smoke rather than pure substance, but when I looked at it some more, it called out for a different approach: the bi-curious wife who's always wanted her best friend, so she gets a present for her husband AND for herself. How could any guy not react with delight?

I've also decided that I use "purring" women far too often. Dammit, I can't help it. I just love that low throaty voice that promises wickedness without end.

I also confess I completely forgot about my own required phrase. When I decided on the phrase initially, I had been planning an approach with lots of buildup, caress after caress, all soft sighs and gasps and helpless trembling desire. By the time I remembered it, the piece was already pretty much constructed, but it had taken a much different direction than the one I'd originally intended. I did some editing and tried it in a few places, but it was quickly apparent that to put the phrase in properly would entail reworking from the ground up. So, instead, I forced it in. ("That's what SHE said!") It's pretty jarring to me, but hopefully not to you, the reader.

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along. I will probably not have the chance to make the rounds until Saturday due to prior commitments on Friday, so please don't think I'm abandoning you all.

Nilla:  http://vanillamom.wordpress.com 
Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com 
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com 
Aeon's Angel:  http://afreedomtosubmit.blogspot.com 
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com   (no post from Soren yet; I'm guessing he had to drop out at the last moment)

France:  http://theworldbegins.blogspot.com  (France is a newcomer; please go welcome her!) 
Vesta:  http://vestassubmission.blogspot.com  (Another newcomer; please go say welcome!) 
David:  http://dsinvegas.blogspot.com 
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com 
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com 
Oversexed Librarian:  http://oversexedlibrarian.blogspot.com
Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com 
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com
Violet:  http://writteninpurpleink.blogspot.com  (a late addition)

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

You Infuriate Me

You infuriate me. You really do.

It's unfair -- criminal, almost -- that any one woman should have a body like that. Legs that go approximately up to your chin, hips that swing like they're on ball bearings, an ass that strains the fabric of your tight jeans, breasts so perfect in their marveled rondure that poets write epics about them. Full lips, sparkling mischievous eyes, a pert nose, windblown tousled hair that begs me to wind my fingers through it. And, damn it all, you know it well, and take full advantage of it. You snap your fingers and I dance. You whistle and I come when you call, panting like a dog. Your merest touch commands obedience, even though I hate myself with every fiber of my being for being so weak.

I rage. I rage against the icy eyes that hold me captive, the slight, slight smile that makes my knees go wobbly and my brain turn to tapioca, the low sultry voice that gets me hard by reading the telephone book. I rage against the failings in my character that let you control me so easily, against my damnable lack of anything resembling willpower. I rage against my distinct lack of experience, the product of too many years spent in solitude, the fact that your amazing femininity in and of itself gives you the puppet strings you need to make me jerk and dance about in spastic twitches.

You infuriate me. Running a finger along my lips, feeling me tremble under your touch. Running your hands along my back and neck softly, fingers caressing, stroking my hair. I shiver and gulp under your touch, knowing the whole while that it's the touch of a mistress caressing her dog, helpless to resist, not even knowing if I want to when even that slight touch sends such sparks, flaming desire dancing along every nerve ending.

How many times? How many times have you tormented and teased me? How many times have I gone home with balls aching, rod straining my jeans, hoping desperately that I could get home before spilling my desire? How many times have I failed miserably, gone off hair-trigger, under your slight caresses, wet spot forming in my jeans as I buck and snap like a shrimp on a dock, my essence spraying not into your warmth, but into the cotton prison of my underwear? How many times have you looked at me with amusement dancing in those eyes, stroking the ridge in my jeans till I forgot myself and reached for you, to be met with a stinging slap that crossed my eyes and rang carillon bells in my head?

Upon my oath, I'm not a violent man. But I tire of being your pet. One day the tables will turn. One day I will see fear in those eyes. Will see you back against the wall as I advance, rage burning low in me, burning, burning, till it's a tossup which is more intense -- the dull heat at my groin or the rage flaming at my core.

There will be violence then, yes -- but not hands-and-fists violence. Only the violence of rent clothing, of being slammed against the wall hard enough to bruise your back, of my mouth on yours, stubble rasping, scratching your tender skin. The violence of buttons flying, pinging off the lampshade nearby, of my hands plundering your breasts, squeezing and mauling them till you cry out with pain and humiliation. The violence of ripped panties, of jeans around your ankles, of being bent over the couch, ass raised, legs thrust rudely apart. Of a hand between your legs, feeling the awakened heat, a chuckle torn from my throat gone raw with suppressed lust.

Because this is what you wanted, isn't it? You'd played me like a master violinist, tightened my strings till I nearly snapped from the pressure -- but "nearly" being the key word. Had raised my passions and ignited my rages till I gave you what you needed -- a dominating, hard fury that finally tore away any semblance of control and propriety in your too-tight life and let you surrender to its dark wash. You wanted this more than anything else -- wanted to be taken, possessed, used roughly and brutally till there was nothing left in your world but pure, raw sensation.

And I'll take it, too. Driving hard and fast, taking what's been mine all along, had I but known it. Plunging deep, plunging hard, angry steel merging with your liquid center. Screams of anticipation, of rage, of fear and shame and delight. Of ecstasy. Invading you, battering, leaving marks on your flesh, scarring and searing your soul with rippling flames, binding you to me now and forevermore.

Fire cleanses, fire destroys. But only in the fires of a forge is the strongest steel made. Links that can never be broken.

-- PB

Monday, December 6, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 12-10-10

(Image source: "King Sol" by Carolyn Weltman)

Your challenge for this Friday, 12-10-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 107-127 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...shivering with desire..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here, sometime before Friday. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me. You all want to do that, don't you? Right. If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, December 3, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 12-3-10: "Summer Song"

(Source image: "Always Remember You First" by Mick Payton)

Summer heat, summer haze. The boards of the barn were scratchy and roughened against my back but she was smooth, so smooth, so soft. I couldn't believe my luck. She was lithe and lean, slippery with sweat, twisting like an eel in my grasp.

She arched her back as I pulled her blouse open, trembling hands betraying me. Traitors. She didn't seem to care. Her own hands were roaming, tangling in the loops of my belt, twisting and tugging my jeans down.

“I've wanted you for months,” she panted, tearing at my shirt, buttons flying. “I'm glad you finally decided to do something about it.”

“Shut up,” I growled, amazed at my own temerity, and my mouth found hers for a savage kiss.

Dust motes drifted in beams of sunlight as we sank to the ground, sank into each other. This summer heat was endless.



Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 111-149 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...scratchy and roughened..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track:

So many thoughts went through my head when I saw this photo, and the title of the photo just cemented my approach. I wondered how often that scene played out on farmlands across the world, two young people exploring each other for the first time. I remembered my own first time, how scared I was, how delighted, how lucky I felt to be with that girl, how incredible it felt to feel her skin against mine. I tried to put some of that longing and scaredness and oh-my-god-this-is-really-happening into this.

You really never do forget your first time. This one is more primal, more urgent, than my own was, but it's no less special for all that. How sweet it is to find someone, how unbearably good, so very good, to reach out and feel another's body against your own for the first time. So intense, almost sacred. Like a gift you'll always treasure.

The title comes from a Joe Satriani instrumental. When I looked at the picture, I could feel the sweat on their skin, could feel the intensity of the sun's rays. I tried to bring some of that heat into it as well.

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along. We had quite a few newcomers; have you folks been spreading the FFF links around? If so, please keep doing so; the more the merrier. 

Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com
Aeon's Angel:  http://afreedomtosubmit.blogspot.com   (new to the madness/returned after several months' hiatus; go say welcome!)
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Dixie Duke:  http://dixiedukes.blogspot.com  (another newcomer to FFF, and from the looks of it a newcomer to blogging as well; please welcome Dixie!)
David:  http://dsinvegas.blogspot.com
Oversexed Librarian:  http://oversexedlibrarian.blogspot.com
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Lola:  http://sexbabble.blogspot.com  (still another newcomer, please welcome Lola!)
Violet:  http://writteninpurpleink.blogspot.com  (and yet another newcomer; welcome, Violet!)
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Monday, November 29, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 12-3-10

(Source image: "Always Remember You First" by Mick Payton)

I hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving had a good holiday! Your challenge for this Friday, 12-3-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 111-149 words. Here, also, is a phrase for you to use in your submission:

"...scratchy and roughened..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here, sometime before Friday. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me. You all want to do that, don't you? Right. If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, November 26, 2010

Disabling anonymous comments for a while

Due to issues with spam comments lately I am temporarily disabling "anonymous" comments for a while. Anyone with a Blogger or Wordpress account, or with an OpenID, can still leave comments, and of course you can always send me messages via the email address on the sidebar.

-- PB

Friday, November 19, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 11-19-10: "Whiskey and Cigarettes"

(Image provided by Sephani Paige, original source unknown).

“Here,” Tina moaned.

“Yes, right here,” Amy returned, her mouth muffled as she rained kisses on Tina's collarbone, down her neck, opening her shirt, Tina's breasts tumbling free. Tina moaned again, spreading her legs. One arm went round her young lover's neck; the other flicked a lighter as she fumbled with trembling hand to light her cigarette.

Lower, Amy was pulling Tina's jeans down. “Oo, a present for me!” she giggled. “No underwear.” She knelt and her head went between Tina's legs. She inhaled deeply and then her mouth was there, right there, her tongue moving, spreading, Tina's wetness already coating her face. Tina shuddered, hips thrusting forward helplessly.

The stairs creaked; Tina, her senses flooded by crashing sensations, heard it as clear as a bell. “Somebody's coming,” she breathed raggedly.

“Yes,” Amy answered between licks. “And it'll be you, in a minute or two.”

Tina sighed. “Oh, God, right there. Oh, so good. Yes -- yes! Oh, don't stop.”

“I hadn't planned to,” Amy purred.

Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 150-180 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...the stairs creaked..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com   (Sephi also provided the pic this week; thanks, Sephi!)
Gatsby:  http://thesexaddictsdiary.blogspot.com  (Gatsby is new this week; say hello and welcome!)
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
David:  http://dsinvegas.blogspot.com   (David's a newcomer; go say hello and welcome!)
Drench:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Dioneo:  http://eccespanko.blogspot.com
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com
William:  http://thetrainingofmylovelyslut.blogspot.com  (late addition and newcomer)

Please note:  There will not be a FFF next week because of the U.S. Thanksgiving holiday. I'll have too many things occupying my attention that week to manage a decent posting or to make the rounds, and I'm sure the same will apply to most of you. We'll return to your regularly scheduled FFF the week after on Monday the 29th. Thanks! 

-- PB

Monday, November 15, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 11-19-10

(Image provided by Sephani Paige, original source unknown).


My apologies to all for missing last week. Real-life concerns intruded.

Your challenge for this Friday, 11-19-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 150-180 words. Your required phrase to use in your submission:

"...the stairs creaked..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here, sometime before Friday. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me. You all want to do that, don't you? Right. If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way. Thanks to Sephani Paige for sending this week's photo.

 -- PB

Friday, November 5, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 11-5-10: "Test Drive"

(Image provided by Rozewolf, original source unknown.)

Ah! Fresh meat! he thought. No one's looking for classic cars these days, but she must really like it to climb inside like that. He headed in that direction, surreptitiously adjusting his tie.

When he reached the Pontiac, though, there was an audible “thunk” as his jaw hit the ground.

Her hands wandered lazily – over the dashboard, over her belly, along the steering wheel, along her thighs, brushing the radio knobs, brushing her own knobs, hard and standing out. He could smell her scent, cherry blossom and sandalwood, drifting from the open windows.

He cleared his throat and she looked up at him, calm as a Zen monk. Her hands were still moving, caressing the car and herself.

“Tell me,” she said, and he tasted whiskey and cigarettes in that gravelly voice, “do you have the keys?”

Dazed, he fumbled them out and tossed them to her. He felt himself growing hard as he watched her fingers slip along the cool steel shaft and slide it slowly into the ignition. The engine caught immediately, humming quietly, rife with power. He stared, heart racing, as she reached down and slipped two fingers inside. She moaned and her head rolled back. The engine thrummed throatily, vibrating all the way through to his bones.

“I'll take it,” she sighed, meeting his stare. “And then I'll take you.”



Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 130-230 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...humming quietly..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track: 

I was so deluged with ideas that I spent the entire week deciding on an approach. First I imagined her at a drive-in theater with her date, wanting to surprise him when he returned to the car after going to get them food. I abandoned that one almost immediately, deciding I didn't have the word length to set it up properly (hell, who even remembers drive-in theaters nowadays?)

Next, I thought perhaps I'd write it from the perspective of a long-haul trucker who had a pleasant few minutes as he watched the lady in the next car over pleasuring herself at 55 mph. I'm sure this act gets played out very frequently, and that was why I dropped that one: it felt like it had been done to death.

Then I considered a spiteful, meaner approach: a woman who hated the car her husband spent so much loving time on, and decided to put her own stamp on it by ruining the seat with a gush or two. I wondered how he'd react, and the angry scene that would result, and decided I didn't really want to go there.

Finally I hit on the approach I liked best: she was test driving the car, and that she'd be shocking hell out of the poor bastard who was trying to sell it. How would he react? Probably like this, really: startled as hell at first, admiring her body, stunned by her poise and brazen calm. I kind of wish I'd had a bit more word length so I could go into more detail on what happened next. She's already primed and ready, and he was getting there pretty quickly just watching her. So....use your imaginations. I'm sure you can guess.

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.


Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com 
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com 
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com   (Rozewolf provided this week's photo as well; thanks Roze!) 
Scarlett:  http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com 
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com 
Oversexed Librarian:  http://oversexedlibrarian.blogspot.com 
Sephani Paige:  http://sephanipaige.wordpress.com 
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com 
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com 
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com 
Snow:  http://snow9.wordpress.com


Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Monday, November 1, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 11-5-10

(Image provided by Rozewolf, original source unknown.)

Your challenge for this Friday, 11-5-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 130-230 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...humming quietly..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here, sometime before Friday. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me. You all want to do that, don't you? Right. If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, October 29, 2010

Halloween Flash Fiction Friday 10-29-10: "Til Death Do Us Part"

(Image source: "Ligeia 1" by Louis Cheshire, website unknown)


The air was thick and heavy, redolent with incense. Grandiose organ chords swelled softly in the background. The centerpiece of it all: the lifeless body of his lover, laid on a bier, nude but for a veil.

“Oh, my love,” he moaned, stroking himself slowly. “You left me far too soon. Now you lie cold and dead, as dead as my heart within me. Never again to languish in my arms...”

A tear slipped down his cheek. He began stroking faster, awaiting the moment of truth....

The doors slammed open and a policeman burst in, gun drawn. “Freeze!” he screamed. “Drop the dick and step away from the body!”

Jon lurched to his feet, cock waving indignantly in the air. “Officer,” he tried, “this isn't....”

“ 'What it looks like?' ” the cop parroted, sarcastically. “What the hell else could it be?”

“No, seriously, I can explain!” Jon insisted frantically.

“He's right, you know.” The “corpse” sat up, removing its veil. The cop shrieked like a little girl and dropped his gun.

“Officer,” Jon said diffidently, “meet my wife, Charity.”

***********************

“You see? It was her idea,” Jon explained down at the police station. “We even rented out the funeral home for the night.”

“Fucking weirdos,” the cop grumbled. “I guess you're free to go.”

“Officer,” Jon said as they got up, “I don't get something. How did you know to bust us?”

The cop shrugged. “Anonymous tip.”

Jon looked at Charity, suspicion dawning. Her shoulders were shaking with laughter.

“You...little bitch,” he said with admiration.


Your Halloween-themed challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 150-275 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...cold and dead..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track: 

Surprisingly, I had almost no decent Halloween-themed pictures handy. I went through my collection of possible FFF pictures and finally came upon (ha) this one. I've always been a big fan of Poe (the writer, in this case, not the musician; although I do love her stuff too), so this artwork seemed like a nice depressing and twisted Halloween-themed pic.

When it came time to actually come up with my own FFF, on the other hand, things turned out quite differently. On Monday, when I first looked at the pic, I'd intended nothing more than a reimagining of Poe's "Ligeia", leaving the nudity and sexual theme of the pic out completely. I'd make it dark and turbulent, somber and depressing, the kind of tale that makes you look for razor blades to make the hurting stop.

When I looked at it again on Thursday, though, I wrinkled my nose and thought I really didn't want to go that direction after all. Accordingly, I found refuge in absurdity, going so far the other way that no one could possibly take it seriously. "What would happen," I thought, "if the cops tried to break up someone's seriously-intricate roleplaying session?" I sketched details in my head: the tableau, the music, the incense, the overblown romance-novel-hero speech...and the confrontation.

Then I decided to have some more fun with it. The cop would no doubt freak out if the "corpse" wasn't a corpse at all. (Of course, in real life he'd probably wind up emptying his gun into her, but that's neither here nor there). He'd be bound to take them both down to the station for questioning, but then, when you get right down to it, what laws had they actually broken? None. They were two consenting adults having some sexual play in private. The cop would have to let them go.

And then another perfectly delicious idea occurred. What if our Charity was even more of a deviant than the situation first suggested? What if she ALSO wanted to get caught doing their twisted little scene, and made a phone call beforehand to ensure it? Of course, she wouldn't be able to keep quiet when she was found out. Maybe she'll be made to pay later, but right now, her triumph is absolute.

Happy Halloween to all. Hope your holiday is a good one, whether you're handing out candy for the kiddies, taking your own around for candy acquisition, or attending a costume party of your own. 

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com [deleted -- Soren had to back out at the last minute, I'm afraid]
Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Oversexed Librarian:  http://oversexedlibrarian.blogspot.com  (OL is new this week; go say welcome!)
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Lilith Pane:  http://countercultstories.blogspot.com   (Lilith is a last-minute addition, and is also new this week; please go say welcome)
Kenny:  http://secretlifeofagentleman.blogspot.com  (another extreme last-minute addition)
Big Geek:  http://getting-a-grip.blogspot.com  (still another very late addition) 

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Monday, October 25, 2010

Halloween Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 10-29-10

(Image source: "Ligeia 1" by Louis Cheshire, website unknown)

Happy Halloween FFF! Your challenge for this Friday, 10-29-10, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 150-275 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...cold and dead..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, October 22, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 10-22-10: "....That Launched a Thousand Ships"

(Photo provided by Soren Ambrose, title and source unknown. Photographer: Petrova Julian).

“Fuck me sideways,” he growled, tossing down his brush, spraying crimson. “This isn't working.”

She stretched, rolling her head from side to side with little crackles. “You're the boss,” she said. “What do you want, then?”

No, goddammit,” he said angrily. “Have you been listening at all? I'm not the boss. You are. I want hauteur and disdain here. You're Helen of Troy, and someone's surprised you while you're getting dressed – invaded your private bedroom and dared to lay eyes on you. A ten-year war was started for less. Now, think: how would you react?”

She tilted her head, really considering for the first time. “I suppose I'd be pretty pissed, at first.”

At first? Odd. He nodded. “That's a start.” He reached for the brush and began mixing furiously as he saw her getting it, really getting it.

Her arms, clutching the satin sheets so convulsively till now, slid down. The satin slipped away, revealing more of her exquisite form. Her back arched. Her breasts came up. She tossed her head angrily and a sneer curled her lip.

“Who...dares?” she hissed slowly. Venom dripped from the words and ate smoking holes in the floor.

“Yes, that's it, baby,” he muttered, paintbrush working frantically, trying now to capture the icy arrogance that shone forth in waves.

Baby?” The scorn in her voice was palpable. “I am not your...baby, or anyone else's.” Her chin tilted imperiously. “But....then again, you are not uncomely.”

She paused, seemingly calculating, and then the sheets slid to the floor. His paintbrush fell from nerveless fingers as she stalked towards him, gaze hungry, breasts swaying, lips parted.

I may have created a monster here, he thought, and then she was on him.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 100-300 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...a sneer curled her lip..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track:

I looked at this picture for a long time before I found any inspiration at all, but once it did come, I was positively deluged with ideas.

First was the icy expression on her face. My guess is the photographer wanted her to have a sultry look on her face, but to me those lips are curling in scorn. Thus, the key phrase. I wanted to see how other people would deal with that themselves.

Next was her classical beauty. High cheekbones, large dark eyes, long hair artfully tousled. Something about the lighting, the clothing or fabric that she was holding in front of her, the coloring of the background -- all of it suggested something from a bygone age.

Then I got thinking about classically beautiful women, and suddenly decided to go with Helen of Troy. I remember Helen as kind of a cipher in Homer's original, getting only a few lines to speak of her remarkable beauty, but no development or real interest there. Likewise in the recent film; Diane Kruger was pretty enough, but she was only that -- a pretty face (okay, and body, too). But the woman shown here is more beautiful by far, and she knows it.

I decided to emphasize that arrogant look, and thought I'd see what Helen would do if she was really full of herself. Who wouldn't be, after having a war started over her body? Now, if her bedroom were invaded...yes. She'd be pissed off. But what else? If the intruder was attractive....well. Her kidnapper Paris had come to gradually disgust her. She'd left her husband behind. All the Trojans hated her. Wouldn't she be more than a little hungry for male companionship? I thought she would.

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Just a Taste:  http://sexandchocolatecake.blogspot.com
Big Geek:  http://getting-a-grip.blogspot.com
Cara:  http://bigakboy.wordpress.com
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com 

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. Thanks to Soren for providing this week's photo.

-- PB

Monday, October 18, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 10-22-10

(Photo provided by Soren Ambrose, title and source unknown. Photographer: Petrova Julian). 
 
Your challenge for this Friday, 10-22-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 100-300 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission: 
 
"...a sneer curled her lip..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

 -- PB

Friday, October 15, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 10-15-10: "Ball and Chain"


(Source image provided this week by Advizor; original source unknown).

She felt the cold bite of fear in the pit of her stomach. Is this real? Am I dreaming? Things like this don't happen to girls like me. I'm ugly. I'm worthless. I'm stupid.

She raised her head and looked at him then, and on his face was a look of tenderness so radiant that her eyes brimmed with tears. He spoke the words, slowly, loudly, never looking away from her.

“I do.”

And they kissed, and accepted their congratulations, and left the office, holding hands, linked by something far stronger than steel. Because True Love never dies.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 90-100 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...the cold bite..."

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class).

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track:

As with many of the photos I use for these, there were lots of different directions to go with on this one. I liked the contrast in the photo, the rigid bracelets with the relaxed grip of the two hands. It made me think they were going somewhere, strolling around in public, wandering nowhere in particular, and happy to be inextricably linked.

Then I got thinking about a phrase to use. I decided on "the cold bite" because I wanted to use something about the cold bite of the steel on their wrists. After posting the challenge entry, I realized almost immediately that everyone and their sister was probably going to use the "cold bite of steel" approach, so I started looking at it another way.

Then I thought, what if there's no actual cuffs at all? What if this is just a way of thinking about their relationship? Then I remembered the "old ball and chain" metaphor for marriage, and pop: there it was, a sappy romantic vignette about the ugly duckling girl who never believed she was worth anything, but found a guy who wouldn't listen to her and loved her for who she really was. Yes, I guess I *am* a sappy romantic at heart, you got something to say about that? :)

It probably also had something to do with the fact that I'd been listening to Orianthi lately and her tune "According to You" was playing in my head. Here's the video if you want to take a few minutes and listen. Yeah, it's not exactly the same situation, but....hey, wait a minute, this is my commentary, I don't have to justify anything here. :)



So many people never realize their worth, and so I'm always delighted when someone else sees beneath the surface and helps them understand that yes, they really ARE that awesome.

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com
Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
Spring Flower:  http://agirlsgottahaveoptions.blogspot.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
Advizor  (who also provided the pic for this week):  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Snow:  http://snow9.wordpress.com
Katia:  http://katiaswritings.blogspot.com   (late addition)
Kenny:  http://secretlifeofagentleman.blogspot.com   (another late addition)

Also, Just a Taste told me she was playing but didn't provide a site link. I think she's at http://sexandchocolatecake.blogspot.com   but I'm not certain.


Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 10-15-10


(Source image provided this week by Advizor; original source unknown).

(Apologies for the delay in posting this. A city-wide power failure knocked out electricity and Internet access to my house yesterday and it wasn't restored until about 2 AM this morning).

Your challenge for this Friday, 10-15-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 90-100 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...the cold bite..."

As usual, nobody's checking word counts, or the key phrase, 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.

The usual reminders apply: if you're planning on joining in the fun, please email me (insatiabear (AT) gmail [DOT] com) or leave a comment here. And please, for the love of all that's holy, include a website address if you email me, or if your commenting profile doesn't have a link to your page. It makes things a whole hell of a lot easier for me, which I'm sure you all want to do. :) If you don't let me know you're playing, or don't tell me where you can be found, I'll have to leave you off the list of participants when I post it on Friday. And nobody wants that.

Here's a button for you if you want to include that in your post. Use it to link back to the challenge post, if you like, or link to the Flash Fiction Friday FAQ if you'd rather do that. That Flash Fiction Friday FAQ is also the link you should visit if you're new to the whole FFF thing and have questions. I want everybody to enjoy this, after all.


Check back here on Friday for my take on the challenge and the list of participants, and then again on Monday for the next FFF challenge! And as always, if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see used in an upcoming week, send them my way.

-- PB

Friday, October 8, 2010

Flash Fiction Friday 10-8-10: "The Anointing"


(Source image: "Chaotic Art 2" by Kaji)

She closed her eyes, floating in darkness, awaiting her anointing. Goosebumps seethed on her naked body. Faintly, she heard murmurs, benedictions in Latin. She felt them all around, moving closer. The voices rose to a climax, and one spoke: “Now.”

Taking hold of her salvation, she began stroking, slowly, firmly. She gasped as warmth splashed her upturned face and breasts. Sighing, she bathed in glory.

Finally, she felt a finger, drawing a cross on her cum-splattered forehead.

"Go, my child, and sin no more," she heard.




Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 60-90 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission: 

"...taking hold..." 

Nobody's checking word counts, or for the key phrase, but you're only cheating yourself if you break the rules. Unless you're doing it to earn a spanking (in which case, see me after class). 

Special Bonus Director's Commentary Track: 

Maybe I *am* asking to be struck by lightning, but as an atheist, I don't really give a damn. When first I saw this particular piece of artwork, I was taken by the expression on her face. It wasn't a look of disgust, or of boredom like you so often see in facial shots in porn films. It wasn't even just a look of pleasure or expectant happiness; no, instead it seemed to me to be a look almost of exaltation.

Then I got thinking about what people consider sacred, and suddenly there it was: an idea for an order of monks who washed away the sins of others with their semen. I could even see them in my head, chanting Latin phrases, dressed in black robes open at the front, stroking themselves towards orgasm as the penitent knelt in the center of their ring. The idea was so perfectly hilarious that I just couldn't resist writing it up. I imagined a girl who had committed some imagined sins, perhaps of lust, perhaps far beyond that, and what she might do if she had the opportunity to be bathed in salvation. I wondered how she might feel, knowing that her sins were to be washed clean. A different sort of salvation, to be sure, but who's to say the act of receiving someone's cum might not be almost sacred to the right people?

Or maybe I just wanted to do a wholly different take on the usual facial cumshot thing. You decide. 

The following people are participating this week. Go check out their take on this FFF, won't you, and thank 'em for playing along.

Soren:  http://amorousdays.blogspot.com
Drenchxoxo:  http://thedrenchedone.blogspot.com
Liley Brown:  http://kristonia0everbell.wordpress.com
Rozewolf:  http://wordwytch.wordpress.com
Snow:  http://snow9.wordpress.com
Lexi:  http://lex-ploits.blogspot.com
B. Tickler:  http://bumtickler.wordpress.com
Advizor:  http://advizortoall.blogspot.com
Slow Burn:  http://burnslowly-slowburn.blogspot.com
Dioneo:  http://eccespanko.blogspot.com
Scarlett:  http://msscarlettletter.blogspot.com  (Scarlett's new this week; please go say hello and welcome!)
Red:  http://red-tangerine.blogspot.com
Big Geek:  http://getting-a-grip.blogspot.com 
Max:  http://mystic-satyr.blogspot.com

Check back here on Monday for the next challenge! And if you have any photos or artwork you'd like to see in a future challenge, please send them my way. 

-- PB