Friday, March 14, 2014

FFF-3/13-Nice Tie

Word Limit: 200
Word Bonus: +10, per inch, of the biggest cock you've ever handled
Required Word: Suit
Forbidden Words: Penis, Cock, Prick, Dick, Dork, Dong, Pecker, Johnson, Wang, Elvis
Extra Credit: What does he do for a living?

Mmm..I admit I'm completely mesmerized by this week's prompt.  [Smack..snap out of it!]  It reminded me of  a previous entry.  Time to tell her side.

Brenda walked quickly to the elevator, her heels clicking loudly on the lobby's marble....Fuck she was late again. David sweetly held the door for her and then he shyly stepped to the back.  She looked over her shoulder to say thanks but he was avoiding her gaze as usual.  Disappointed she watched the floor lights too and hurried quickly to her cubicle.

Her asshole boss berated her because she didnt have time to get his venti half caf, double shot expresso.  WTF ever!  She made her way to the breakroom and ran into David's assistant, Kathy.   She tried not to be too  obvious when she asked how he was.  She completely missed Kathy's vent about David asking for Pfizer's number. She poured her boss a cup of decaf horsepiss and helped herself to the delectable French Vanilla cappucino

She relaxed against the counter and thought of David.  He was so nice.  Such a gentleman. She, of course, knew he had a crush on her. It was sweet!  And nice. And therein lied the problem.  The whole nice guy thing.  He was such a bad ass litigator in court, but went all googly-eyed at the sight of her.  Why couldn't he nail her on the stand like that!

She delivered the coffee to her boss and settled in for the day.  But she couldn't keep her mind off David.  When he walked by earlier, she completely embarassed herself when she not only knocked over rhe pencil holder but the phone off the hook during the partner's conference call.  She caught him looking down her blouse but still he said nothing.

Retreating to the restroom, she tried to think what she could do.  It was technically "wrong" to top from the bottom but she was desperate.  All she could imagine today was his hard outline in his suit pants.  Quickly she typed the note and bribed Kathy with a steak lunch next week to slip it into his briefcase.  She was a nervous wreck the rest of the day.

She approached the elevator at the end of the day holding her breath in anticipation.  He wasn't there.  She hemmed and hawed for 25 minutes but still nothing.  When the elevator dinged again and opened, she stepped in.  Suddenly she heard a voice call out "Hold the door!"  She did and suddenly he was there!  He thanked her and grasped her chin whispering, "Good Girl"  before he backed her into the corner.

"I got your note."

Im bad because i havent been using my wordcounter lately...oops.  I will cop to the biggest ive had as 9 in.  But again it isnt the dick, but the mind and guy its attached to.

Happy FFF peeps.  Head on over to Thomas' place to read the other delightful takes.

Thursday, March 13, 2014


Im so horny right now!  I absolutely know that nothing takes the place of skin-on-skin.  But there are times when you can't sink your teeth in or lick the head of his cock or feel him plunge in deep and hard... then phone, Skype or IM (chat) sex can somewhat satisfy that urge.  And OMG tonite was one of the hottest virtual sessions ever!!  

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Some Randomness

Ok i promised myself I wouldnt blog drunk..but tonight what the hell...

1.  I really, really want to go to Belgium for a chocolate massage.  Right NOW!!  And listen to "Stray Cat Strut"

2.  How the hell can a plane just disappear in 2014!!

3.  Im glad a certain friend likes paisley!  (Purple and white)

4.  I really like cock rings....sooooo sexy.

5.  The FFF prompt is REALLY hot this week and for tha ladies.

6. I totally have a crush on a blogger down south somewhere.

So that's probably enough info to get me in some trouble

Friday, March 7, 2014


Word Limit: 400
Bonus Words: +100 if she can kick ass.
Required Phrase: "Hell hath no fury..."
Forbidden Word: Kryptonite
Extra Credit: Give someone a cheesy accent.

Please head over to see the fabulous Tom at Three Spelling Mistakes for all the wonderful entries this week.  

Ralph and Carl stumbled through the woods.  They were both looking around nervously, jumping at every rustle of the leaves.  They were checking their trap line as they did most nights. However, they always got nervous in the area around The Stones.  Both of them had grown up hearing the legends and tales.  People appearing and vanishing, bodies lying within the confines of The Stones.  

The traps were all empty tonight and the guys were getting bored.  They pulled out their flasks and took sips to keep them warm.  They were about to turn for home when they heard the whimpering of a wounded animal coming from the direction of the granite circle.  They each took a deep draft before turning to dare each other to approach the trap they had set there.  

"Well shit, let's just go check it out, Carl," Ralph said faking bravery.  

Carl's voice shook as he whispered, "Fine.  I'll just follow you.  I got your six".

They crashed stealthily through the brush.  The full moon was hidden by the clouds obscuring their vision.  They didnt see their caught prey at first.  Then they heard the struggle of the wounded animal again.  They cautiously approached the trap.  Suddenly the light from the moon above broke through the cloud cover.



The guys clung to each other in terror.  They could scarce believe their eyes at the prey they had trapped.  It was a woman.  A NAKED woman.  

"Oh shit we've caught her!  Now what, Ralph?  It's the Banshee!"  

Carl brazenly approached her .  As he reached his hand between the bars of the trap, the first low rumblings calling his demise began within her.  

At first she cringed when she saw them.. She panicked and wailed discordantly.  She cringed and fought valiantly to get away.  She was embarassed as they laughed and snickered at her state of undress.  They didn't know her or her tribe or their terrible purpose.  The bansidhe were always misunderstood as the mourners and the keeners of death.  No one ever paid attention to their subliminal warnings.  You know, the hair that stands up on the back of your neck.

Such was the case with Carl and Ralph.  She could see The Alpha approach.  Her wailing and keening grew higher and higher.  They ran but it was too late.  They had dared to trap The Alpha's beloved .  

"Hell Hath No Fury" read the headlines when Ralph and Carl's remains were found three days later.  

There seemed to be something primal about the picture.  I really hope the story made sense. Yesterday I woke up and my face was swollen to the size of a bowling ball with a sinus infection.  I got some "good" drugs at the doc yesterday.  Whee!  Happy TGIFFF.  Stay safe yall