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And the Mass Exodus Begins
Sifting and skimming through my “Voyeuristic Tendencies” tonight…I found 3 posts relating to bloggers who are setting up their own domains and leaving the confines of Blogger/Wordpress behind. Good on ’em. I don’t have ads on my site, but like another blogger wrote, it’s more the principle of the matter. What if I wanted to? I don’t really take to being told no. In fact, it pisses me off. I’m sure I’m not far behind in the move. I’m a little slower to change than most. But, I’ll get there. You’re getting plenty of warning here. But, I have to say, with all the news and hullabaloo about Blogger (especially)…
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Make Your Move
Flash Fiction Friday Key Word = StratagemWord Length = 700Forbidden Words = Spy, TuxedoBonus Points – Quote your favorite line (and link to the source in case we don’t know it) Okay, so I just want to open with a disclaimer. I went WAY over the limit here. But, as usual, I just take the prompt and run with it…then I go back and eliminate whatever I can. For this story, I just couldn’t cut anything, without damaging the plot or the characters. So….it is what it is. Once again…spank me if you see fit. I’m cool with that. “Are you sure you want to do that?” He raised his eyebrow…
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The Sky Is Indeed Falling (thanks for the heads up, Molly!)
Well…I was sent into a panic today. Thanks to Molly, I’m breaking my “drinking before 5 p.m. rule”. No, really – Molly, thanks ever so much for letting me know just how important getting my own domain and a host might be in the near future. From what I can tell, after stressing and researching, most all hosting services have a fairly vague policy which explains that they will lot accept obscene or unlawful content. It’s a tough call, really. Because I don’t find my site to be obscene, and while some of my characters might engage in unlawful behavior, my site is not “unlawful”, as far as I can…
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Lights Out (part two)
Lora’s mind was swirling. She wasn’t even sure if her body would remember what to do, especially being guided by her brain, which was muddled by anxiety. She wondered what spirit had invaded her, moving her limbs for her, guiding her lips and her tongue. But whatever it was, it knew what it was doing. And so did he. She gave herself up to it. It was a little late to pull out of it now. What would they talk about? How would they manage to be cooped up in this space drenched in sexual tension. No…it was best to just go with the flow, something at which Lora was…
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Lights Out (part one)
“Well, that’s the last file, closed up and put away for the night, Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you before I head home?” She spoke with an air of professionalism, tinged with familiarity. “No, Lora, that’ll be all. See you in the morning. The Smiths tend to be early, so I’ll need you here a bit before the usual time, just to make sure the conference room is ready. This is a big case…we don’t want to blow it.” She smiled at him, nodded, and assured him everything would be taken care of as expected. He had nothing to worry about. She gathered her things and…
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Sexy Undies for Curvier Girls
I have a bitch of a time finding underwear that fit my rather ample behind without pulling in around the waist too much to create an unflattering bulge. Plus I am short(er), so high-waisted French-cut look ridiculous on me. Thongs – well, don’t get me started – unless it is imperative that I avoid panty lines or I’m wearing them for someone else’s benefit…forget it. Can’t stand feeling like I have a rubber band up my butt-crack (and yes…I CAN feel it…and no…I DON’T get used to it). String bikinis? 2 buldges for the price of one – on both hips! Blech. For me…it’s either: 1) The classic bikini –…
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Strike a Pose
Keywords: Peek/Peak (must use both) Word Length: 200 (exactly 200 or spankings will be issued) Forbidden words: Chipotle, Asparagus, & Chilly Bonus Words: if you write two versions, you can make them 250 words each (But what if I like spankings? Maybe I’ll make it 201, just to see if you mean what you say. I’m that kind of sub.) Strike a Pose “Don’t peek!” she barked from behind the rock. “I’m going to see it anyway; what’s the big deal?” was his exasperated reply. “Just hurry up, I want to take the picture before any other hikers show up.” She slipped out from behind the rock, completely…
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The Sweetest Perfume
“Do you remember the first time you came?” She looked up at him from between his knees, her tank top low enough for him to see right between her breasts to her belly. “That was such a long, long time ago…I don’t think so.” “How old do you think you were?” She smiled and began curling her hair around her index finger, batting her eyelashes in an exaggerated manner to encourage his response. “Young.” “How young?” “Maybe 12?” “Yah…I think I was, too.” “Tell me about it…” His Cheshire-cat grin showed how happy he was he’d turned the questioning around on her. But her feathers were far from ruffled by…
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Blurring the Lines of Censorship?
I’m usually behind the times a bit on most things – fashion, pop culture, current events. I really was born in the wrong time. Things move to fast for me to keep up. So, forgive me for bringing up what may be old news to you. A few weeks back I heard this song on the radio. I really liked its retro flavor and the polished voices. Not to mention – the refrain of one of my favorite phrases “you’re a good girl”. So, when I looked up the video, to use it in a post, I was pleasantly surprised at the story and buzz that seemed to be surrounding…
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In her sleep
She slept hard, held captive in a cocoon of her own bone-deep exhaustion. So deep, she didn’t hear the front door open or close like she usually would. So deep, she didn’t feel him kiss her cheek or hear the shower run. So deep, she didn’t feel him slip in beside her, pulling the sheets down enough to expose her naked breasts. She didn’t realize he held each one for a moment, like a fragile Christmas bulb, in the palm of his hand. Nor did she feel his hand reach between her legs, fingers slipping between the crease that protected her most secret place. She didn’t know that she responded,…
