Today's word:
Illogical
Use it the word any way you see fit, as long as your flash fiction can somehow relate back to the word.
Feb 6, 2008
Flash Fiction
Today's word:
Illogical
Use it the word any way you see fit, as long as your flash fiction can somehow relate back to the word.
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Well, I guess I get to go first today. Here goes:
From his position, upside down and with his back pressed against the wall, Seb stared up at his boyfriend in impatience. "Come on, Dev. Let me down. This isn't going to work. It's illogical."
"It will; you'll see." Dev grabbed Seb's above each knee and pulled them forward like he was hauling a wheelbarrow. "Just give me another second and I'll have this dicked."
Seb snorted. "You'd better have something dicked soon, or I'm going to pass out from all the blood running to my head." It was bad enough that he was losing his erection from the awkward position, he didn't want to lose consciousness too.
"Almost there, babe. Just another ..." Dev thrust forward and down, pegging Seb's hole, and then sliding right passed it. "Shit."
“Enough. Give it up already.” Seb pushed his forearms against the floor and leveraged his body sideways, loosening Dev’s hold on his legs in the process. After his head quit spinning from the quick movement, Seb crouched on all fours and looked up at his lover. “Get your sexy ass over here and fuck me. Save the more ambitious positions for when we’re not both tipsy.”
With a lecherous grin, his angry prick bobbing up and down, Dev moved to do as he asked.
Amanda Young
www.AmandaYoung.org
Shoot, that was hot, Amanda. Well, here's mine.
Illogical, that’s what it was. To expect Caren to open her legs for him. Especially after she caught him kissing another woman. The other woman was his ex-wife. She was marrying another man, thank God.
He found her in the corner of the terrace, huddling, arms wrapped around herself. Deciding to play innocent, after all, he was, “Honey, what’re you doing out here? It’s cold.”
“I’m fine,” she said, her response abrupt and as chilly as the wind.
He took off his suit jacket to cover her shoulders.
She moved toward the stone railing. “I saw you.”
“It wasn’t what you think it was.”
“Like that isn’t the first time a man has used that line.”
He tucked his body against her back and surrounded her, his hands gripping the railing. That’s where they belonged, bodies locked together. “It’s not a line. That was my ex. She’s getting married.” Her body melted a little.
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You know I’m crazy about you.” He closed his eyes and prodded his cock against her ass. It didn’t take much to make him hard.
“Yeah?”
Her wiggle landed him between her cheeks. “Baby,” he coaxed, slipping his hand under her skirt and into her pussy.
She worked on his belt buckle, but he wanted it faster. He slid his zipper down.
She grasped his cock. “Fuck me.”
He bent her forward and rammed his cock into her. Ah, the heat, the tightness of the position. Good. So good.
She met his thrusts hard and fast.
He came shockingly fast. She always did this to him. Loved him equally. One of these days, he’d be able to make love to her for hours instead of going off in seconds.
This is illogical, she said in mind as she bit her lip to keep from moaning. His teeth had just nipped the skin over her pulse point as his hands continued to knead her breasts under the cotton sweatshirt she wore. Her thoughts scattered when he found and rolled both her nipples. Electricity sizzled through her, her clit pulsed with needed. She bit her bottom lip so hard she swore she tasted blood. Anyone could walk in, anyone could see us, her mind hissed. But she had ceased to care.
For months she’d shoved her attraction to him aside and yet now, in a twist of fate, she found herself against the wall of his office, his mouth kissing and nipping a path of fire down her neck, while his hands rolled, tugged and pinched her nipples. She could barely remember how it had all started. She had walked into his office to tell him she was quitting his class, she had become too overloaded at work and wouldn’t have the time for kickboxing. He argued with her, trying to get her to stay, sign up for private lessons. Harsh words were exchanged between them, leading to her being pushed up against the wall and him kissing her hungrily. Suddenly the sound of cloth ripping pierced the air, her skirt was gone. Her panties were next, cool air blew across her heated sex.
He pulled back. Eyes like obsidian stared down at her, “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard.”
“Il-lo-gi-cal.” Sandy punctuated each syllable with a poke against her best friend’s chest.
“Excuse me?”
“Il-lo-gi-cal.”
Sam grabbed her finger and yanked her up against his chest. The urge to nestle up against his broad chest and sniff him was almost her undoing. The man smelled so good he made her want to forget her vow to keep her legs closed. She’d almost lost Sam once before because they’d had sex. She wasn’t about to risk losing him for good.
“Let me go.” She struggled to pull free, but ended up pressed even tighter against him.
“I don’t think so, Sandy. It’s time to stop thinking and start reacting.” Sam lowered his head and captured her lips before she could protest again.
His kiss made her weak in the knees. His mouth conquered her, leaving her breathless and trembling. She grabbed onto his arms, more for support than to push him away, but he must have misinterpreted her action. Sam growled and moved her back so she was pinned between him and the wall.
“I’m not letting you go.” Sam gave her another quick kiss. “Tell me again this is illogical.”
Sandy shook her head, tears brimming as her emotions swirled unchecked. She loved this man. If he was willing to give her more than friendship then she was going to take it.
This looks like fun! Here's mine!!!
Tess Martin considered herself a logical person.
Half naked wearing black stockings, a matching garter belt, an expensive push up bra she knelt before him.
“Yes, Master,” she whispered, her dark hair falling past her shoulders, spilling over her face.
Russell placed his hands on her head. “Begin!” he commanded, his voice low, and velvet.
Warily, she looked up.
“We agreed. Remember?” he reminded. “You never go back on your word.”
She nodded and opened her mouth wide and pushed down onto his cock, then sucked hard, drawing him in. She ran the tip of her tongue across the tip of the cock, circled all the way around clockwise and counterclockwise.
She loved the taste of him.
She liked the fact she could make him come. Exert that kind of power over him.
Last year as state prosecutor she had crucified him in the courtroom.
Figuring she could do the same with this latest trial, she had made the illogical wager that she’d give him a fucking blow job if the verdict came back in favor of his client.
Shit, who knew her witness would commit perjury.
“Yeah, that’s the way I like it,” he crooned, caressing her head, gently running his fingers through her hair, pushing it slightly away so he could see her face while they played out this game.
When she felt hot spurts coming at the back of her throat, she swallowed and continued her ministrations, and sucked him dry.
Illogical or not, he was right, she never went back on her word!
These are so good! Kudos to Amanda, Selena, Michelle and Marie.
“What the hell is this code supposed to do?” Shar brushed her out of control curls away from her face and leaned closer to the computer monitor. “It’s completely illogical for him to do this!” She pushed her chair back from the desk in disgust. She had to have a few minutes away from the computer and get to where she could think in something other than circles.
A quick shower, some food and a large cup of coffee and she almost felt human again. She’d have to take a real break soon to at least do some laundry. Her lingerie collection wasn’t that large.
Shar threw herself back into her office chair and stared at the screen. Why had the handsome and reclusive Peter Stiles even sent her this code at all. They’d only met twice and bonding over theories in physics and quantum reality was great fun, it didn’t make a friendship. He’d disappeared a week ago, amid rumors of foul play and conspiracy and the tiny digital media card had arrived in her mail two days later along with a note that just said ‘Try this’.
She steeled herself and took a chance, pressing the key to compile and run the mysterious code. The power suddenly went off and the room went dark.
“Shit!”
Shar spun her chair around at the sound of the deep, masculine voice only to see Peter Stiles standing in the middle of her living room. A very naked, aroused Peter Stiles.
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