Flash Fiction Friday

Word Limit: 170-190

Key Words: compose, propose

Forbidden Words: red, said

                               The Muse

It had been a while. 

I thought saying I love you , Proposing was a good right?

Making it real. 

It was all play, naughty. 

Meeting in the dark, In my studio. 

We were more than lovers. Composing, improvisers. Absorbed in thoughtful touch, carefully and thoroughly pleasing each other. 

Music, and art poured from me, following and during the visits. 

Life can be colorless without an abstraction.

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Dress Code

 Word Limit: 80-90 *or* 180-190

Key Words: lick, lock

Forbidden Words: cone, grown

Dress Code

"Remember, there is a strict dress code for this event!!!!! Please don't show up in......you know what mean......let's just say....."

" I get it, I understand that is is a solemn ...."

"See you at six, then. It would not be complete without you!"

Somehow I got the impression that my presents was not exactly wanted. But, was required by the powers that be.

People putting me in a box that is acceptable, or palatable for a annal, pretentious, fuck, civilized world, just so they can get a look at the famous painter. 

I hate being in a room with bores. But it does pay for my room and upkeep. 

The event is for a benefactor of the arts. not necessarily mine. She had lots of money for those that made her look smart and fashionable.

I am announced as I arrive. The fake smiles greet me as I walk in. If only I could find a friendly face.

There he was. But I can't say hello. I can't give it anything away. 

I turn in another direction. He is acquiesced into another conversation. Saved for now.

I need a refreshment so I head for the bar.  I have another banal conversation. Have I stayed the required length of time.

I walk down a hallway for some rest of it all.

"were you going to leave without....."

It was him. he took me in his arms lifted up my skirt shoved his fingers deep inside me. 

"Not wearing panties, were you hoping I would see you, whisk  you away lick you, taste you?"

"yes, but...."

"Shhhhhh....."

He puts his hand over my mouth. 

"She is gone now, we are free. "

But are we really. The world will go on locked in its grove, just as it always does.

There is a dress code.

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Change of Venue

 It was a dark place, with clandestine, serendipitous meetings. For 10 years  the old building, it's seasons, mood and ambience set a tone. Snatched moments, the roles of each of us, put the relationship in a capsule. It was defined. 

Four years, it has been since seeing the truck driver. Outside of that space who are we. What is this, and can it survive.

Lots of texts pass between us. No meetings. a phone call.

The time is never right. 

We are out in a different world. 

The longing has never faded. We both question what it is that makes us want to continue.

I prep and preen each time there may be an opportunity. 

"The reason I ask is that  I will be out your way and will have a moment to stop by." 

Just as other times that fell through, I said " no he will not be home. It would be great to see you. "

I had plans  that day, I didn't break them. I didn't  groom, or prep. The house was not clean. The yard was not manicured.

I liked all things to be in place before. Special corcets were made in England by hand. I hid them under my work clothes. A fire was lit, the smells of something good cooking in the kitchen.

I thought it all was why he lusted after me. I was somehow special.

He texted he was nearby, I told him where I lived. 

I could not take take my eyes off him. I drank him in. His eyes, his face.

I gave him a tour of the place. " you always have the most interesting homes"

"I don't have much Time. I just wanted to see you. "

He kissed me. "I wasn't sure how it would be after so long"

It was like time had never passed. It was a zone that belonged to us. Not a place.

He opened his pants, I tasted his sweet cock. Our conversation was smooth and connected.

Our bodies had no boundaries. Our touch was honest, like best friends, no limits. No fears. Confident.

We reminisced of our time before. 

" I love you so fucking much" I said

"What did you say" 

"nothing"

"If you don't tell me I coming over there ....and... 

" I love you so fucking much"

He smiled so big. Like a gift had been given to him that he had always wanted.

So softly. with passion....." I love you too".

And so it ended. Till the next time there is a moment in time.

Reflexology

My reflexologist: You need to have your husband do this to your feet.

Me: He is not into that. He doesn't care to touch. 

In fact, something I don't share with her, I also have the same chair, the same table. I have been doing sensuous message for years. just not since I have been married. He dose not touch. I am not close to him in that way.

I have weekly treatments of every sort. Massage, Chiropractic, Acupuncture, Physical therapy.....

It's mostly for pain. Injuries.

My reflexologist comes to the house. I have a pleasant place on my deck. 

I close my eyes and try not to think of anything. In fact she places these little beads in my ears to clear my mind.

A mind that races from thought to thought. A body that wants to leave before I even arrive.

This does the trick. I hope it lasts for a while.

After the treatment. A few days past. I notice I am physically becoming aroused. I feel lighter, and more young. Happy. Like it is spring.

I am wet. 

I now have to google this.

What the fuck.

Reflexology increases the sex drive. I must to have known this. Somewhere in all the reading I have done it had to be there in my brain.

But, I have never had any body work improve that aspect of my wellbeing. 

I thought I was doomed to no feelings.

Dr Google lead me to information about touch zones for enhancing sexual pleasure. 

You can make a woman orgasm by rubbing her feet. Where is that man?

Reading further as I scroll for more information.

Web MD spoiler alert. "don't mistake Squirting with genital incontinence. WTF. And my biggest fear. 

FFF Flash Fiction Friday Hot summer day

                                               word limit 95-99 295-299

                                               key word  open closed 

                                               forbidden words spread   shut

Here goes. 

Facebook post  "Fuck me .....I am so Hot" 

Of course this is accompanied by a photo of the temperature gage in my car.

Never gets that hot here. The sky is smoky from near by fires. Life is slow, not interested in much. Soul searching. What dreams have I chased, for what reason, other than to make shit happen. Not anything for me, wrong motivations I guess. 

Why did I really want to learn any of the shit in my head?

Keeping from me? What was wrong with me? Just me, naked, a soul, a spirit, wild and free. Buried.

"I am  dripping wet" I post in frustration.

Very quickly a response in my messenger " yes you are hot, and I really want to fuck you"

It has been so long since.....

I remember his voice in an instant.

His touch on my ass, slipping up my skirt.

His lips on my neck.

I slip away in his words. 

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