fff#11

i admittedly kinda cheated because i had to rush. and this is completely unedited.

including block, clock, frock, rock, flock.

i was wearing a frock? i'd never worn a frock before. it was 12sizes too large for me, even the sleeves dragged on the ground; like wearing father's overcoat as a child - i swam in it. and i was running? sweating. and it was freezing. was i running from something or toward it? i tried to tell me legs to stop but they wouldn't listen. immense rock walls surrounded the thin rock road i ran down as far as my eye could see in both directions. the jagged narrow canyon was eerie, curving often and left me feeling terribly claustrophobic. 

turning one tight corner, still frozen, still sweating, i suddenly came to an avalanche of stone blocking my path. i wanted to stop to consider my options, but my legs immediately started me up broken rock. on coated hands and feet i continued up the mountain, dragging this enormous frock as the rocks slid away beneath me. the frock proved extremely heavy making the chore harder than it needed to be. it seemed to consistently get caught and pulled from my body as i ran uphill until it got so caught; sleeve in one hole, tails dragged into another that i literally ran out of it, kicking it from my body as i ran. it was in that moment that i realised the frock had been my only garment leaving me naked to the freeze. i wanted to go back for it after such a realisation, but again, my legs wouldn't allow it. 

banging knee and elbow (among other things) off rock and boulder to the point it drew blood i wondered if it'd ever get to the top and then surprisingly i was there. the canyon walls vanished and my legs stopped. the canyon plateau was nothing but flat brown earth in every direction. i heard what seemed like familiar chirping above me that led my eyes to the sky. there i saw a flock of winged clocks in v-formation. a flock of clocks? i'm either in a salvador dali painting or i'm dreaming, i thought to myself. it turned out to be the latter. i awoke, sheets and pillows strewn about; dreading the reality of the workday ahead of me.

relax (fff#10)

so this isn't as good as what i lost yesterday. but i'm still fine with the result. we'll see whatcha think.

before i write this week, let me just say given the words i'm pretty sure this is gonna be straight uncouth porn. 

so including dirtier, messier, sloppier, wetter, read.

i felt dirtier than ever before. the mess; messier than ever before. a broken recliner, two broken lamps, even a broken table (which broke drywall) among other casualties. and we were sloppier than ever before. candle wax, oils, lotions, honey, plenty lube, and wine; 1merlot and 2pinot noir. stained sheets, stained couch, stained carpet, stained skin.

it started with a long week at work and a promise of a relaxing friday night. that promise drove my foot and the gas pedal into the ground on my way to our little 1-bedroom on the outskirts of town so hard that i had to verbally tell myself to slow down; "the sex is no good if your dead" i reminded. finally arriving, i couldn't keep from running the steps around the side of the apartment to our porch door. fumbling with keys, i managed to insert key#1 into lock#1, turn, and before i could get key#2 into it's appropriate slot the door swung open revealing a beautiful woman barely wearing a white terry-cloth robe which contrasted wonderfully with her perfect chocolate satin skin and never completely covered her ass. she had my coat+bag in hand before i even realised i'd come through the door; too in awe, eyeing every inch of her ridiculous sexiness. she was the sexiest thing i'd ever seen, and i frequently reminded her of that. i suppose you could say she was the love of my life. why she was with me and treated me better than i deserved, i would never understand.

i snapped back into the present when she whipped my belt off from around my waist; i guess i had managed to step out of my shoes. she pushed me onto the recliner and staddled me, gently kissing my neck as she untucked and unbuttoned my shirt. i grabbed her bare round ass from just under the robe and pulled her forward returning her embrace on her neck+collarbone when she suddenly jumped up off me and the chair and for the first time i realised the smell of food in the air, though i knew we wouldn't eat it. she loved to tease in the beginning and walked off to the kitchen to check the meal, though she too knew we wouldn't eat it. she returned with a lit spliff on her lips and 2bottle/glass combinations of wine; merlot for her, noir for me. she poured and laid herself out on the couch. sexy. 

i drank and smoked with her, all the while trying to entice her into returning to foreplay, even though she wouldn't even let me join her on the couch. she was in control of these things, so i would drink my wine and wait patiently, knowing the anticipation of foreplay was foreplay. it was always fun trying to entice anyway.

my bottle of noir going dry must have been her signal to allow things to begin. she moved from the couch and knelt between my legs, unfastening and stripping off my pants, then quickly rose and began rubbing her ass against my almost instantly rock hard boxer briefs. i suddenly felt a rush of energy that seemed to emanate from my cock and standing spun her around, lifted her by her thighs and rushed her across the room slamming into the wall where i riped the terry-cloth from her body. we bounced from the wall to the desk, eventually finding the dining table. finally back at her collarbone, i worked along her perfect breasts, down her stomach toward her already damp clitoris; greeted with a series slow kisses and gentle licks. when i felt her get wetter, i flicked and flailed my tongue over and around and across her clit+labia, sucking or spreading when needed or desired or cried for. she suddenly rocked her writhing hips forward shoving her lips permanently against mine and my tongue inside her where it continued to flit and flip and whirl. 

there was another rush of energy over me and i had to enter her. coming up for air, i dropped my shorts, flipped her onto her stomach and clenching her hips thrust my pulsing cock as deep into her as possible. she moaned mercilessly as i grabbed at thigh and hip and breast, and arm and hair and shoulder; anything to pull me further inside of her. animal instincts seemed to take over.

i liked losing control. i watched my cock pump in and out of her harder and deeper than ever until the table gave way, leaving us standing in space. we moved to the couch, then the chair, then the kitchen counter, the bathroom counter, the floor and eventually the bed. when i would slow down for too long she would pour some more wine down my throat and some onto her tits and then incorporate something new into our romp. the honey was sweet. the candle wax burned. we went through an entire bottle of lube. i especially liked the vibration of her toy inside her as i fucked her ass. we fucked through the night well into daylight and i honestly couldn't say if it was morning or afternoon. hours ticked by like minutes and i was incredibly proud and surprised at my stamina. i couldn't believe any neighbours hadn't come knocking to complain about her screams and our constant thumps. how i still had the energy was beyond me, but i found myself lying on the bed, each limb tied to a bedpost.

she liked losing control too. she mounted my cock and rode me like an animal screaming and squirting repeatedly until the sheets and myself were completely soaked in her delicious cum, arching her back (her sexy back) on her final thrust before letting the weight of her exhaustion swallow me whole. and then without a word... she dismounted and left the room, leaving me bed-stricken. i figured she was coming back with whipped cream, or chocolate sauce, but then, as i laid quiet, i heard the shower. i began to worry, not because she was showering without me, or because i was still strapped to the bed, but because after her 30minute shower, my cock was still pulsing, still standing at full attention. 

minutes later my love walked in the bedroom wearing her white terry-cloth robe, as i looked on in awe, like usual. she sat on the bed next to me and kissed my lips and then the tip of my cock. "thank you," she said, more to my cock than to me it seemed. she reached into the pocket of her robe and pulled out what appeared to be empty pill boxes as she read "viagra, cialis, lavitra, extenze, magna, adderall."

"what is this?" i asked, almost laughing and slightly perplexed.

"hope you enjoyed your night. . .  and your wine." she said. "i know i did. thanks again," more to me this time than my dick, kissing me passionately on the lips. she reached for the rest of the pinot noir that sat on the nightstand, pushed the bottle onto my lips and began pouring as i coughed and gagged, trying not to swallow. then as i caught my breath, she duct taped my mouth shut. i looked her for a glimmer in her eye to tell me this was just some new sex game, but saw none. and then there was a knock at the door. 

she left the room with haste as i laid more worried about the medical implications than the fatal attraction moment i had just experienced. i briefly heard mumbling in the other room and the door bedroom door swung open. my love and 3women stood in the doorway. there was some immediate snickering followed by a series of questions and comments:

"i can't believe you did it."

"you gave him the full pack of each?"

"are you sure he won't die?"

the last question echoing my own concerns. but then my love said, "yep, there he is ladies. he's lasted this long, i don't see why he can't go longer. $200 for as long as you want. who's first?" 

1woman forked over her money and sprung onto the bed in seconds, staring and stroking my pulsing cock with amasement. i thought desperately about losing my erection, but it was no use. she lifted her skirt and started rubbing her naked pussy up+down the length of my shaft. the other women, including mine, retired to the living room without a word. i jerked and pulled on my restraints with all my might, but my only remaining energy was in my penis. as this woman smacked my cock against her clit, i thought about what all that medicine meant for me? was i gonna die? was my penis simply going to explode? or was i perhaps the luckiest guy in the world? the questions didn't really matter and as this woman slowly inserted the tip of my cock, i decided, though petrified, that i might as well enjoy it.

fff#10

... i was editing. blogger was doing that thing when it doesn't autosave. i came back to my fff from a different window after researching something. accidentally clicked something trying to drag my cursor to my edit and lost what i considered to be possibly the best fff (maybe the best thing) i've ever written. i'm clearly not going to make the deadline and i'm far too upset about it to even think about rewriting it now. maybe i'll try sometime after the drama of the loss passes. sorry to disappoint you with no story. i'm terribly disappointed myself. fuck.

before and after fff#9

bigup sweet trini for flash fictioning our friday. and i must say i doubt i'm the only one interested in reading more erotica from you  so if erotic starters are what you need then goddammit use erotic starters!

i pretty much let this piece write itself. i think i may even like it.

all that was left was/were...

all that was left were memories. i remembered giving up football for music and putting down music for more visual arts; painting and photography which, after school, proved to be my only profitable skill. i think i can remember every bride's face, but not one name. 

i remembered the call from the editor that led to my job in the city and my first thousand assignments being in the living section; newly wed and engaged couples. why we couldn't just let them send us pictures like every other newspaper was beyond my comprehension. i remembered how it was her who got me my first real assignment, and how my photo made the front page the very next morning.  i remembered our first date and me waiting for her to meet her deadline. i remembered the sight of her running to me. i remembered the feel of her crawling in next to me. i remembered her promotion to investigative journalism meant my promotion to investigative journalism after she fought for me. i remembered our months of great sex and investigation before blowing the mayor's procurement scandal wide open. 

i remembered the threats that came to the office that week, the faces of the men who showed up at my door the next and thinking how thankful i was that she was working late; will they get to her anyway? had they already? questions still unanswered. i remembered being pulled out of the trunk over the river and realising their intent, lunging at the closest one so they would finish me fast before they threw me over; anything to avoid drowning (my greatest fear). i remembered the feel of the lead as it went through my chest, the weightlessness as they threw me from the bridge and the impact of the water like a wall when i hit, just before everything went black... and nearly immediately back to light.

i lay here now with all these memories and this story to tell, but without the motor skills to express them. those memories will fade with time and i will have forgotten them completely long before i even utter my 'first' word. a lifetime of memories cast aside for a new lifetime. looking back there was a lot more good than there was bad.  

wasted (fff#8)

this week's fff. not my best work, but happy i wrote and i'm on time.
including gun, tonne, fun, plum, drum.
the gun seemed to weight a tonne, having held it at point for what felt like an eternity; eyes fixated on my target. nerves gyrated my whole arm so bad i could hear the gun rattle, which i thought only happened in the movies, and i suddenly questioned the integrity of the clenched weapon realising i never had actually fired the thing; not really wanting to fire it now. my free hand (both were wrapped in latex) wiped sweat from my brow, onto the back of my pants and then plunged into my pocket for my mobile. time check. it was a nervous habit picked up since i broke my watch though this time check served it's purpose; startling me back into my task and steadying my hand. it was nearly time for the pick up and i hadn't even begun the first act: murder. 
i stood over the sleeping victim who hadn't moved since my arrival which, if it wasn't for his occasional deep snore, would have me hoping he might have already been dead. i had looked over the hallway pictures of he and his family having fun at picnics and ball games on my way to the foot of his bed. he looked like a pleasant man, a good father and it had me wondering what he had done that i would be sent here to complete this chore. 'why me?' passed through my head too, but that answer was easy; father said so. mafia work had been easy, but i'd never had to pull a trigger making tonight feel a little something like initiation for a family i grew up in. 
my mobile vibrated 'wtf?' from carmen who was waiting with dominic outside at the car and i nearly laughed aloud at the ridiculousness of american mafia texting acronyms (they were probably updating their facebook pages too). the text, while funny, was to be taken seriously and the gun began to rattle again. i moved to the bedside and standing over my mark interrupted his dream firing three shots; two to the chest and one to the head. i couldn't differentiate between the whisp of the silenced pistol and the victims last breath. his white sheets almost instantly turned a deep plum colour. i holstered my firearm and began wrapping the body in the soaking egyptian cotton followed by the goose down comforter. 
i lugged the slightly portly father and husband by the feet down from the bed, back down the hall of family photos, down the steps and out the door to meet carmen and dom. they were anxiously waiting.
'what the fuck took ya so long kid?'
i didn't answer; instead simply dropped my gloves on top of the body and lit a cigarette, sitting on the trunk of the car to chain smoke until the night's events concluded. from there i watched dom open my gift wrapped package. 'nice work' he yelled in my direction, complementing my murderous accuracy, not aware that i wasn't proud of myself. he pulled out a machete and began hacking the body into it's six main parts; finishing the work just as the truck arrived, backing up through the yard right up to dom's butcher work. carmen helped the driver, a man i had never seen before, lower a drum from the truck bed and popped the lid. the driver put on large rubber gloves and reached for a hacked arm dropping it into the drum. an immediate sizzling sound filled the air followed by the most revolting stench fathomable hitting me like a wall. i instantly gagged as the stench hit the back of my throat, choking on smoke and eventually puking on the car's bummer. the body parts melted away in minutes and the lid was returned to the canister. all three men lifted it back onto the truck bed, the driver received a briefcase, a handshake, a smoke from carmen before leaving in his truck which read mancini chemical and waste disposal. 
with the truck's (and the body's) disappearance dominic tossed the sheets back in the house while carmen came over to give me shit about puking on the car and then ushered me into the back seat. dom took the driver's seat and drove us the hour home for which i demanded silence. upon our return my father greeted me with a proud look and my next assignment. 
i threw up on his shoes. initiation complete.