Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 7-1-11

(Source image: title unknown, photo by Samantha Wolov)

Your challenge for this Friday, 7-1-11, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 150-220 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...fistfuls of [[noun]]..."

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.

My take on this pic will go up by 12:01 AM on Friday morning. If you are participating this week (and the more the merrier), simply stop by any time after that and leave your link using the widget in the body of the post. Then everybody will know you're playing along and they'll come leave nice comments on your entry. Everyone wins!

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.

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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

Flash Fiction Friday 6-24-11: "Audience Participation"

(Image provided by Lexi, original source and photographer unknown)

"Ready?"

"Oh hell yes. I'm soaked. On three?"

"One, two, THREE!"

We stopped in the middle of the crosswalk, dropping our coats. She bent over and waggled her ass at me; I clapped my hands on her tiny flank, spread her, and slammed in. She threw back her head and moaned, immediately bouncing back against me, bucking frantically, trying to get me deeper. Heads turned. I heard gasps of shock, disgusted murmurs, and not a few ribald comments.

I knew time was short, so I really went for it, pounding her hard and fast, feeling her wetness coating my balls as they slapped against her violated pussy. She was never quiet, but now she was emitting banshee shrieks. I felt myself shooting towards the edge and brought down my hand in a sharp smack on her ass as I finished, roaring with atavistic glee. By her frantic spasms and her loudest howl yet, she wasn't far behind.

Slowly, I pulled out, drinking in the scandalized glares like fine wine. Rattle and hum of conversation, but still no cops. I scanned the crowd, and gestured at her, still bent over and panting like a dog.

"So who's next?"

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Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 100-200 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...rattle and hum..."

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:


Lexi sent me this pic months ago but it just didn't catch my interest until this week. It wouldn't be fair to say I pick these pics based solely on my interest in them or my perceived ability to write something interesting, but sometimes that's not far from the truth. This one I just didn't feel like using until I had some kind of idea in mind ahead of time on how I was going to play it. 


This week I finally got something when I looked at it again. Sex in public is one thing, but what about turning it into performance art? Something where not just the participants had fun, but the audience got to join in as well? It gave a nice twist to something that...well, something that probably isn't too likely to happen in the first place. Or maybe it's just an excuse for an orgy scene. I think the world would be a lot better off with more orgies. In public, even.

Please note that I am no longer collecting the participants list. If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below using the widget. It will appear in the text of the post itself, not in the comments, so everyone that's playing will be listed here. This frees me from having to chase people down to find out if they're playing or update the Friday post several times for late entries. Your cooperation is appreciated.

In any case, the participants list is below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along.



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 Lexi for providing this week's photo.


-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 6-24-11

(Image provided by Lexi, original source and photographer unknown)

Your challenge for this Friday, 6-24-11, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 100-200 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...rattle and hum..."

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.

My take on this pic will go up by 12:01 AM on Friday morning. If you are participating this week (and the more the merrier), simply stop by any time after that and leave your link using the widget in the body of the post. Then everybody will know you're playing along and they'll come leave nice comments on your entry. Everyone wins!

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.

(Click for details on FFF!)

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 Lexi for providing this week's photo.

 -- PB

Flash Fiction Friday 6-17-11: "Five Star Service"

(Source image: "Room Service" by John DuPret)

"Will there be anything else, madam?"

She shook her head, distracted by something. "No, thank you."

He turned to go, and then she knew what it was. She'd forgotten the customary gratuity. And such prompt service deserved a tip. A large tip.

"No, wait."

He turned back, inquiry in his gaze. "Yes, madam?"

She untied her robe and let it fall to the floor. She expected shock, but he merely nodded and approached, his hands already going to the zipper of his slacks.

After, when she'd regained her breath, she confessed to being surprised.

"Why should you be?" he said calmly, already dressing, not a hair out of place. "We pride ourselves on five-star service."

She could only agree.

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Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 64-94 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...a large tip..."

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 enjoyed putting this one together, but I should have perhaps allowed a longer word length. I wanted to do more with this than the word limit allowed me to. I may explore the concept a bit more later, or bring more of a Victorian feel to it (it certainly has that look, in the artwork), but at least I'm satisfied with this one, for a change.

Please note that I am no longer collecting the participants list. If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below using the widget. It will appear in the text of the post itself, not in the comments, so everyone that's playing will be listed here. This frees me from having to chase people down to find out if they're playing or update the Friday post several times for late entries. Your cooperation is appreciated.

In any case, the participants list is below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along.



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

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 6-17-11

(Source image: "Room Service" by John DuPret)

Your challenge for this Friday, 6-17-11, is to use the artwork above to write a flash fiction of 64-94 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...a large tip..."

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.

My take on this pic will go up by 12:01 AM on Friday morning. If you are participating this week (and the more the merrier), simply stop by any time after that and leave your link using the widget in the body of the post. Then everybody will know you're playing along and they'll come leave nice comments on your entry. Everyone wins!

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.

(Click for details on FFF!)

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

Flash Fiction Friday 6-10-11: "Mercury Rising"

(Source image: "Daddy Always Tells Me to Keep Cool" by Merlin Enabnit)

Never had there been a summer like it. Hundred-degree temps every day, not a cloud to cut the haze, the sun's rays remorseless, a hammerblow unrelenting.

I remember it so well, how we sought privacy but found nothing better than an icehouse. She sat on a block, her excitement mingling with melted water, trickling down her thighs and calves. I bore her back, kissing, licking droplets of sweat from the hollow of her throat. She moaned and shuddered when I slid two fingers into her under that summer skirt.

She scooted to the edge of the block, hiking up the skirt. And I slid deep, and pumped slow and steady, till my own cum gushed into her, trickling out to freeze in accusatory white drips on the block.

Summer heat is unbearable in more ways than one.

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Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 40-140 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...trickling down..."

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 the pic and partially by Lexi's recent summer heat post, which got me all hot and horny and sweaty just reading it. I've never fucked on a block of ice, and can't imagine it would be all that much fun in reality, but I *have* experienced that unbearable summer heat which is only made worse by your lust for your partner. Some kinds of heat can only be quenched one way, and some other kinds only get fanned higher when you try to put them out. I quite like this piece, if I may be permitted a bit of self-aggrandizement. I chose to imagine the lady wearing a light summery skirt rather than the one-piece swimsuit pictured above. Ever tried to get quick access with one of those? They suck for it. Dresses or summer skirts are more fun.


The title is actually not a play on Sting's "Mercury Falling" (though I do love that album). In fact, the music I'd be more inclined to think of for this is Richard Shindell's "A Summer Wind, A Cotton Dress", though that's a lot more bittersweet than anything depicted here.

Please note that I am no longer collecting the participants list. If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below using the widget. It will appear in the text of the post itself, not in the comments, so everyone that's playing will be listed here. This frees me from having to chase people down to find out if they're playing or update the Friday post several times for late entries. Your cooperation is appreciated.

In any case, the participants list is below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along.



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

And now, the news

One of my favorite webcomics, Danielle Corsetto's "Girls With Slingshots", today called my attention to this lovely little story:

A Silsbee High School cheerleader took her school to court when they kicked her off the squad for refusing to cheer her own rapist.


The week of May 5, 2011 the Supreme Court refused to hear the case and is requiring her family [to] pay the school $45,000 in legal fees.

I have a long list of things that piss me off and an explosive temper on the best of days. When I read this, though, I screamed "Fucking WHAT???" so loudly that my neighbor's movers outside heard me and were laughing. Not that I cared -- I was too busy raging.

Let me be clear: I enjoy writing about dominance, or power games, once in a while. I think it's hot to write a story or two about reluctance. But the minute one party says "no", it's over. There are very few people on earth I hate more than the cowards who would rape (or have raped) a woman. Maybe it's my white-knight nature coming to the forefront, but I think most rapists should be gelded by having their balls torn off. Preferably by the hands of the woman they'd raped.

(Yes, I know men are sometimes raped by women as well. But it's much, much rarer, and we're not talking about that right now).

And then the Supreme Court has the gall to add insult to injury by calling the girl's lawsuit against the school "frivolous" and ordering her family to pay the school more than $45,000 in repaid legal fees. That's not even counting the money the FAMILY no doubt spent in a vain pursuit of justice.

I do think the United States is a great place to live, most of the time. But every now and again I'm reminded that, just like humanity in general, we've got a long, long way to go before true enlightenment.

If you'd care to donate to help this girl and her family out, the link is http://www.helpthecheerleader.com/ .

-- PB

Flash Fiction Friday Challenge for 6-10-11

(Source image: "Daddy Always Tells Me to Keep Cool" by Merlin Enabnit)

Your challenge for this Friday, 6-10-11, is to use the picture above to write a flash fiction of 40-140 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission:

"...trickling down..."

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.

My take on this pic will go up by 12:01 AM on Friday morning. If you are participating this week (and the more the merrier), simply stop by any time after that and leave your link using the widget in the body of the post. Then everybody will know you're playing along and they'll come leave nice comments on your entry. Everyone wins!

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.

(Click for details on FFF!)

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

Flash Fiction Friday 6-3-11: "Tensile Strength"

(Source image submitted by Sephani Paige, source unknown)

“Oh, come now,” he goaded her. “Can't you do better than that?”

She ground her teeth in perfect fury. “You contemptible bastard,” she gritted. “I begged. I did the little-girl voice like you wanted. I called you 'daddy' for Chrissake. Now let me fucking loose!”

He shook his head. “No.”

“Oh, that is fucking IT.”

She took a deep breath, then put her head down and strained. Consciousness dwindled down to red streaks and black dots, but – nothing...until...

The chain hit the breaking point, and it snapped with a musical “ping”.

He turned, but she was all over him. “Now you're mine,” she gasped, already yanking at his jeans.

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Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 110-118 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...the breaking point..."

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: 

BDSM isn't really my thing, as I've mentioned, but I found this one interesting, mostly because to me, she doesn't really look all that upset, just tantalized. I played around with several approaches, but then decided on something a bit darker. I thought of the Stephen King novel "Gerald's Game" and how annoyed Jessie got when the teasing went a little too far in that one. Then I suddenly saw it another way: how would it be if, rather than getting enraged by the torment, she was just really, REALLY turned on, and desperate to get fucked? So I turned the tables a bit by having her break free and, instead of tearing his face off, fucking him until he bleeds to repay the torment. I think I like that outcome better than rage.

Please note that I am no longer collecting the participants list. If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below using the widget. It will appear in the text of the post itself, not in the comments, so everyone that's playing will be listed here. This frees me from having to chase people down to find out if they're playing or update the Friday post several times for late entries. Your cooperation is appreciated.

In any case, the participants list is below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along.



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. Many thanks to Sephani Paige for this week's photo.

-- PB