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

Flash Fiction Friday 4-8-11: "Rebirth in Flame"

(Image title unknown, by François Miville-Deschênes; artwork provided by Wordwytch)

Here I stood, on the shores of the lava fields of Kilauea, masturbating violently. The urge was inexplicable, but it was too strong for me to ignore.

In almost no time I was fountaining urgently, my semen splashing into the fire and vaporizing. Yet even as it hit...

A deep rumble heralded Her arrival. The lava burst and boiled, spraying high as She emerged: a being of molten ire, glowing orange-red, perfectly formed, beautiful and terrible beyond belief.

She shook Herself, spraying lava droplets in all directions. “Who has awakened Me?” she boomed, Her voice the crackle of flame and hiss of steam escaping. “Who calls me?”

Her eyes fell on me, standing stunned on the shoreline with dick in hand. “Oho!” she roared. “Come, then. It's been centuries since I took a consort. We'll see if your seed is that potent every time.”

She gestured. Sheets of flame coalesced around me, but didn't burn. I felt them sinking in, right down to my bones. My vision went red and I felt a liquid shifting as I was forged anew.

I stepped out onto the lava sea and approached Her. Her eyes flared white-hot with anticipation as my glowing rod rose high. She embraced me, and we flowed together, and I knew there was no going back.

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Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 111-222 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...molten ire..."

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 had so much fun writing this, you can't even imagine. Several people mentioned a while back that they do like my fantastic and fantasy tales, so...well, who am I to deny that?

The artwork was one of those pieces which engendered such a range of ideas that it was simply a matter of choosing the one I was happiest with. First I considered the idea of a secret observer watching a flame spirit dance in her lava pool and capturing her for himself. Then I thought about making it a solitary thing, a fire goddess enjoying her bath, pleasuring herself as the flame burned. Then I wondered how it would be if a mortal summoned this goddess almost by accident, but she refrained from burning him to a crisp because she liked what she saw. I seized on that one and ran with it. The only problem I had was explaining why he suddenly had the urge to masturbate into a lava field. I dealt with that (and with the fact that he wouldn't be able to get closer than about six feet because the heat would be too intense) by the simple expedient of ignoring it completely. Hopefully the result was nevertheless enjoyable. 

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 Wordwytch for providing this week's artwork.



-- PB