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Friday, October 21, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday 10-21-11: "Aural Sex"

(Source image: unknown title by Beau Monde; website link broken)

“Just listen,” he said. “I think it's the best I've done yet.”

She put the headphones on, and...

...was lost, utterly, swept away and undone. Bass throbbed in her bones. Panoramic strings of notes curled around, holding her close. Point-counterpoint bore her along, synth waves buoying her up, steadying. Images flared in her brain, slow-sweet moans, lisping sounds of bodies locked together, slippery with sweat, fumbling towards ecstasy, cramped with desire, rigid in pained delight.

“Well?” he asked.

She couldn't speak. She just nodded.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above and write a flash fiction of 38-98 words. Additionally, I provided a key phrase I wanted to see used somewhere in the submission:

"...pained delight..."

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:

No, I don't have any idea where the key words for this week's challenge came from. They just jumped into my head unbidden and refused to leave till I put them down as part of the challenge. I hope they weren't too much of a burden for the rest of you.

I've been musing over the idea of music as a sexual experience. There have been times when the song I was listening to was so transcendent, the notes so just right, the environment so enveloping, the power and wonder of it all so extreme that it was almost a religious thing. Quite a trick, for an atheist. And it occurred to me that with very little alteration, what is religion to some could be sexual for others. Music gets a lot of people horny, but what would music sound like if it was the very representation of the sexual experience? I tried to capture some of that in this very short piece, and think I succeeded. Opinions may differ.

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

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