Flashfic thread: Rotating themes

[glynndah]

Working
4 out of 10

She worked with words for a living. She wrote beautifully crafted sentences, full of nuance and subtext, each one a perfectly cut flawless gem stone of lyrical prose. They glowed. They glittered. They sparkled, catching the light of her thoughts and reflecting them back into the eyes of the reader. Long strings of polysyllabic words, strung together like the finest pearls from the warm, azure waters of the South Pacific. She had a veritable treasure trove of adjectives, of adverbs, of alliteration.

So, why was it when he touched her, all she could say, all she could think, was “Yes…”?

(100)

 

[TE999]

5 of 10
Working

Bruce rang the doorbell. 'Dog Walker Wanted' the ad said. A beautiful middle-aged woman appeared. Soon he was walking two poodles. When he returned, she dropped her kimono and took him to her bed. He lost himself in her ovening flesh. She was insatiable. His days revolved around college, dog walking and exquisite sex. At semesters end he moved in. They spent seventeen blissful years together until one morning he awoke to find her dead. He advertised for a dog walker. A pretty college girl answered the ad. He smiled and invited her in. The dance had begun again.

(100 even)

 

[_Lynn_]

6 of 10 Working

When I read the ad, I thought I could do this job. So I applied for it. A couple weeks later, after a whirlwind of classes and learning the ropes from a great manager, I was on my own. My first night my fingers were shaking and my heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode.


“Hi Steve. How can I help you tonight? I sure can…

Watch my tongue as I slowly flick the tip of your cock...eager to grab every glistening bead oozing from your slit. Feel my warm breath on…”

Yup, I’m really working hard.

100 words

 

[tickledkitty]

7/10 Working

Work was such a grind. She hated it. Sometimes listening to the droning voices of her coworkers made her crazy. Sometimes she’d forward all her calls to voicemail for the entire morning just so she wouldn’t have to talk to anyone.

Then lunchtime would come, and Pete would be waiting in the storage room. They’d fuck standing up behind shelves full of boxes, or he’d bend her over the big paper shredder and take her from behind. They’d almost been caught a few times, but that just added to the fun. These lunchtime trysts were what got her through the day.

 

[TE999]

Nice one Lynn.

Very sexy TK.

Who's next?

 

[tickledkitty]

Nice one Lynn.

Very sexy TK.

Who's next?

Thanks

 

[_Lynn_]

8 of 10 Working

Her fingers were massaging him through his slacks. He closed his eyes and moaned as she slid his zipper down. The head of his cock sprung free, hard and thick with need. In an instant, he felt her hot, wet lips wrap themselves around his aching shaft. Her sweet mouth did things to him only she could do. All he wanted to do was hold her head closer until he let a load loose deep in her throat.

“How’s that Thurmon case coming along Jim?”

“I just had something pop up a few minutes ago that I’m working on, boss.”


100 words

 

[TE999]

9 of 10 Working

Angie hesitated, then knocked on the company president's door. She was told to come in. Ms. Bradshaw was in her fifties, beautiful and intimidating. After discussing Angie's job performance, Ms. Bradshaw rose and began massaging Angie's shoulders. "Call me Connie," she murmured kissing Angie's neck. They undressed, kissing passionately, hands exploring. Angie lay on the couch as Connie straddled her head, lowering her wet pussy to Angie's mouth. Connie's head was between Angie's legs as they tongued and sucked each other, cumming several times. By next afternoon, Ms. Bradshaw had a Personal Assistant and Angie had Connie. For a lifetime.

(100 even)

 

[glynndah]

Working
10 out of 10

“A Heinekin, 2 sloe gin fizzes,” the cocktail waitress interrupted her own recitation of the order before the bartender asked. "Yeah, I carded ‘em. They’re fine.” She tilted the ticket towards the neon lights above the bar. “A tequila sunrise and a margarita.”

She filled her tray with the drinks, and carried it balanced on one hand. She distributed the drinks, switched the dirty ashtrays for clean ones, collected the money and dodged the guy - there was one every night - who insisted on running his hand over her bottom as she edged past him to the next table.

(100)

Next Topic: School

 

[_Lynn_]

1 of 10 School

Her legs went on forever, covered today only in sheer hose. All other days she had worn slacks, hiding a tight ass just made for cupping. Standing on the step stool, stretching to the top shelf, her blouse had worked loose. Just a small strip of tanned skin showed, just enough to make you itch to find more. I could make out the curve of her breasts, firm and high. I could feel my fingers wanting to reach up…

"Bobby doesn’t pay attention in school Mr. Williams. Did you hear me Mr. Williams?”

“Ah, yea right, pay attention in school."

100 words

 

[glynndah]

School
2 out of 10

She hit the snooze button for the second time. It was the first day of school and she didn’t want to go. It had been just a great summer. She’d met this really cute guy and…

Buzz!

After a quick shower, she dressed. A new dress, of course. She always liked starting the first day in something new. She grabbed her keys - she finally had her own car and didn’t have to ride the bus. She opened the door to the classroom. All the desks were filled. Everyone looked at her as she wrote on the blackboard.

Ms. Carpenter

(100)

 

[TE999]

School
3 of 10

"Start the car, Melissa."

"That was easy."

"Put the car in Drive. Foot on the brake. Whoa!"

"Whoops. It jumped."

"Foot off the brake and press the accellerator. Not so fast!"

"Wow! We burned rubber. Neat!"

"Stop for the red light. No, no, stop!"

"Did you hit your head Mr Lyons?"

"Not hard. Drive down the block and turn right. Watch the curb!"

"What a bump. You hit your head again?"

"It's okay. Make a right and park. Use the brake!"

"I think I hit the wall. Sorry."

"It's okay Melissa."*sigh* Why did I agree to teach Driver's Ed.?"

(100 even)

 

[glynndah]

School
4 out of 10

She was obviously having the school day from hell. Everything she wanted to wear today was dirty, torn or just plain wrong. She missed the bus and had to walk the umpteen blocks, in the rain, of course, to school. She had no idea what her locker combination was. A notice she was flunking in a class she didn’t remember ever signing up for was waiting there for her, along with term papers she hadn’t turned in. Raucous laughter echoed all around her as she looked down at her now-nude body.

Anyone else still have those dreams about high school?

(100)

 

[tickledkitty]

School
4 out of 10

She was obviously having the school day from hell. Everything she wanted to wear today was dirty, torn or just plain wrong. She missed the bus and had to walk the umpteen blocks, in the rain, of course, to school. She had no idea what her locker combination was. A notice she was flunking in a class she didn’t remember ever signing up for was waiting there for her, along with term papers she hadn’t turned in. Raucous laughter echoed all around her as she looked down at her now-nude body.

Anyone else still have those dreams about high school?

(100)

YES!!! I was going to write something like that as soon as I got my work done tonight. LOL

 

[Lee Chambers]

5/10 School

I watched the faces of my classmates as they milled about on the dance floor. Most of them were wearing suits or fancy dresses, though a few had come wearing something a bit more casual. They mingled and talked and a few were over near the DJ dancing the night away.

I didn't want to be here. I had told myself I wouldn't come. But I knew that if I didn't, I would spend the rest of my life regretting not coming.

With a sigh I forced a smile and made my way to greet people I hadn't seen in a decade.

(100 words)

 

[TE999]

5/10 School

I watched the faces of my classmates as they milled about on the dance floor. Most of them were wearing suits or fancy dresses, though a few had come wearing something a bit more casual. They mingled and talked and a few were over near the DJ dancing the night away.

I didn't want to be here. I had told myself I wouldn't come. But I knew that if I didn't, I would spend the rest of my life regretting not coming.

With a sigh I forced a smile and made my way to greet people I hadn't seen in a decade.

(100 words)

Hah! This is timely. I was just contacted regarding my 50th High School class reunion in 2009. I am going of course. Just to see what my peers look like.

(this also serves neatly as a bump--I'll have another one tomorrow )

 

[Edward Teach]

School
4 out of 10

She was obviously having the school day from hell. Everything she wanted to wear today was dirty, torn or just plain wrong. She missed the bus and had to walk the umpteen blocks, in the rain, of course, to school. She had no idea what her locker combination was. A notice she was flunking in a class she didn’t remember ever signing up for was waiting there for her, along with term papers she hadn’t turned in. Raucous laughter echoed all around her as she looked down at her now-nude body.

Anyone else still have those dreams about high school?

(100)

What does Freud say about that, I wonder.

Any chance of getting some good luck tonight?

 

[TE999]

6 of 10
School

Karen watched as Bob applied the frosting. They were attending Cooking School to become Pastry Chefs. He formed shapes until he was satisfied.

"You have a steady hand," Karen said. "Let me have a try."

"Easy does it," Ned replied.

She carefully applied the confection as Bob looked on approvingly.

"Now let's lick it off," Karen murmured, offering her breasts to him. Her nipples were stiff when he finished, then she sucked the frosting from his erect cock. He licked frosting from her pussy and thrust into her. They fucked until exhausted and fell asleep. They would practice again tomorrow.

(100 even)

 

[drksideofthemoon]

7 of 10 School

Mid August, and the mail order packages began to arrive. New blue jeans, so stiff they could stand up in the corner by themselves. New shirts. It was a like a treasure hunt trying to find all of the pins. New shoes, shiny and black.

Brand new pencils, a new pink eraser. Virgin note books without a single doodle awaited. A box of crayons, each one new and unused, side by side in the box looking a bit like soldiers in their best dress uniform.

Who would the teacher be? The same one that taught the fourth grade last year? Or would it be someone new? Would there be any new kids in the class?

On one hand, dreading the waning days of the summer vacation, and on the other, the excitement of a new school year.

Fourth grade! I would be one of the big kids this year!

Exactly 150 words...

 

[glynndah]

Hey! That's a story and a half. If I write a tiny little snippet of only 50 words, we'll be ready for nine. Let's see. Fifty words about school. I think I can do that.

 

[drksideofthemoon]

Hey! That's a story and a half. If I write a tiny little snippet of only 50 words, we'll be ready for nine. Let's see. Fifty words about school. I think I can do that.

You should have no problem with that...

 

[glynndah]

School
8 out of 10

“When do you have lunch?”
“It’s fifth period. When‘s yours?”
“Fourth. Let’s see. English? Second. Yours?”
“Honors English. It’s third. Math?”
“Math. Sixth.”
“Hey! Me, too. Mr. Smith.”
“Rats! I’ve got Ms. Douglas.”
“Study hall, maybe?”
“Sorry. Concert Choir.”

Ah. Young love and the intricacies of the high school schedule.

A small snippet (50 words)

How's that, Cowboy?

A from the good little witch.

 

[drksideofthemoon]

School
8 out of 10

“When do you have lunch?”
“It’s fifth period. When‘s yours?”
“Fourth. Let’s see. English? Second. Yours?”
“Honors English. It’s third. Math?”
“Math. Sixth.”
“Hey! Me, too. Mr. Smith.”
“Rats! I’ve got Ms. Douglas.”
“Study hall, maybe?”
“Sorry. Concert Choir.”

Ah. Young love and the intricacies of the high school schedule.

A small snippet (50 words)

How's that, Cowboy?

A from the good little witch.

Oh, it's perfect!

 

[TE999]

7 of 10 School

Mid August, and the mail order packages began to arrive. New blue jeans, so stiff they could stand up in the corner by themselves. New shirts. It was a like a treasure hunt trying to find all of the pins. New shoes, shiny and black.

Brand new pencils, a new pink eraser. Virgin note books without a single doodle awaited. A box of crayons, each one new and unused, side by side in the box looking a bit like soldiers in their best dress uniform.

Who would the teacher be? The same one that taught the fourth grade last year? Or would it be someone new? Would there be any new kids in the class?

On one hand, dreading the waning days of the summer vacation, and on the other, the excitement of a new school year.

Fourth grade! I would be one of the big kids this year!

Exactly 150 words...

Howdy cowboy!

Welcome to the party!

Stick around and write some more.

I'll fill in the 50 words next time.

 

[tickledkitty]

9/10 School

“I’ll take that, please,” Miss Carson bellowed.

Steven Crenshaw squirmed in his seat.

“The note, Mr. Crenshaw. Now.”

Glaring at Chrissy McDonald, Steven shuffled to the front of the room, dropped the note on the teacher’s desk, and returned to his seat.

“Dear Steven,” Miss Carson read aloud. “I like you. Do you like me? Circle yes or no. Love, Chrissy.”

Steven’s cheeks and ears flushed red, and Chrissy covered her face with her hands as the other students burst into laughter.

“You will both stay after school and write 100 times each: I will not pass notes in class.”