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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