Friday, July 12, 2013

FFF-July 12-Phone Lines

Required Phrase =
"Answer it"

Forbidden Words = Orgasm

Word Length = 661

Extra Credit = Tell us who's calling

Bonus Words = 50 if you tell us a phone sex confession

"Don't answer it."

He kisses her gently on the forehead.  "You know I have to, baby.  That will be the colonel."

She rolls over on her side with her back to him unwilling to let him see her fear.  She knew it was inevitable that this call would come.  But no matter when, it would have been too soon.    The country was at war and needed all their young heroes.  But he was her hero first.

"Yes sir.  I can report by 0900 tomorrow.  I will meet you at the station."

He laid the phone on the bed to bar any further intrusions as he knew this time was as precious as she.  He looked at her lying there with her back to him.  The spill of her silky hair over her shoulder, the satin smooth skin of her back.  He drank in every curve as if to imprint this moment for he knew he would carry it with him during the invasion.

He gently touched her shoulder and rolled her toward him.  She touched his face sweetly.  He could just see the glimmer of tears in her eyes.  He couldn't bear to see them fall.  Suddenly he was hot with anger.  White, hot anger that some bitter, angry, insane man half a world away would cause her pain by taking him away.

He pulled her roughly to him.  Rolled over her, crushing her underneath.  She immediately responded.  Her legs wrapped around him.  He bit her lip, drawing a bead of blood.  She raked his back with her nails.  He bruised her flesh with the force of his thrusts.  And, oh God, she thrilled to it, matching his passion and fury.  He seared her softness with his heat. He wanted her burnt, scarred, sealed for his return. Only he would be her salve.  She would be his salvation.

Hours later she watched him get dressed in his stiff uniform.  He donned his cap and tipped it to her.  After he left, she wandered to the window and saw in the delicate reflection of the glass their future tempered in steel.  She, Rosie, had riveted him to her heart.

Note:  I loved this pic!  It immediately brought to mind the glamour of the 40's.  Such a sad era..but  a romantic one too.  I have no no clue how many words i used....cant count that

I confess that I feel quite shy at first during phone sex.  You have to start and then I'll join in.  I promise.  Passionately, possibly quite loudly.  But i do love hearing your deep, sexy voice on the phone.  I've been told, I have quite the sexy phone voice.  So call me, baby!!


  1. It didn't even occur to me to set this in the past, but of course... who uses a land line these days? Very nice!

  2. Oh very lovely. I do hope her soldier comes home to her eventually :)

  3. I never considered to set this in the past either. Good tale.

  4. Sweet tale, poetic at parts.
    As a military spouse, bittersweet moments define.

  5. Very sweet take! Now that you say it, she does look like Rosie the Riveter, doesn't she? :-)

    Sexy phone voice, huh?

    Happy FFF!

  6. Good story! While mine echoed the past, yours was in it. Well done.

  7. What a send-off! The perfect farewell for a hero. So fun FFFing with you!

  8. what a great post, sweetly written, historically accurate (that is how rosie started off with every soldier, I'm pretty sure of it) and beautifully written.