| Mature Fiction posted September 24, 2008 |
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a challenge I could not resist.
Life in the ass lane.
by zeezeewriter
The author has placed a warning on this post for language.
The author has placed a warning on this post for sexual content.
Find Your Muse #2: Word Blocks
NOUN shadow chance glint reason
VERB crouch chronicle repent bluff
ADJECTIVE drab radiant jovial gritty
ADVERB emphatically pensively sarcastically tersely
The rules:
1. You must use at least 14 of the 16 words.
2. BOLD the words in your entry.
3. You may use any form of any of the words. For example, you may use "shadow" as a verb or a noun. You may use "sarcastic" or "sarcasm" instead of "sarcastically."
You may write anything you like - poem, short story, personal essay, etc.
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I crouched in the shadow of a large elm tree on the chance Albert would return again for his nightly emission. The idea of finally confronting him with his pants around his ankles was starting to consume my evenings.
Just to see the glint in his eyes as he watches Daphne massage her big round bottom, while he played Yankee doodle with his noodle, was reason enough to ruin a good pair of penny loafers in the dewy, fresh cut grass.
I owed him as much, this game of hide and seek. He called me out, challenged me when I’d threatened to expose him at his one-handed game of lust. He sneered, called me coward, and emphatically denied ever doing the long dong stride under the stars.
Well, I do not bluff, Sir. Nay, I say, as I snapped away with my trusty instamatic camera, cranking out dull, gritty eight by tens of Albert slamming his whammy while checking out my wife. I was radiant with the impressive chronicle of indecent exposure any judge and jury would applaud.
Daphne had doubted me at first, pensively deliberating my charges. In the end, her life-long dream of visiting Branson, Missouri, was promised and my scheme was afoot. “Just stand in front of the picture window and rub your ass a few times,” I instructed.
And ... stand she did, night after night, first in jeans and then in her chenille bathrobe and her bunny slippers. Albert was relentless, yes, even jovial in his quest. He loved her bottom regardless of fanfare or trappings, whittling away while she rubbed her calloused hands on her thread bare panties.
I sarcastically remarked to Daphne, after the fifth night of butt grinding, that she put some spin on her performance; I feared Albert might grow bored. She tersely chided me on my failure to appreciate the fine art of seduction, citing that Albert’s nightly ritual spoke volumes. I had to agree.
By night ten, I was ready to jump on the offender, take him by his scrawny nut sack and demand and apology for calling me coward. I am not a coward.
My need was sated. He would repent before me or I would thrash him in due course.
As I approached from behind, he stopped short, mid-stroke. We both stood watching as Daphne lowered herself onto the bed, naked except for thigh highs and a garter belt and inserted a cucumber into her steaming salad bowl.
How dare she!! My prize winning cucumber, grown in my garden of love. My season's pride and joy, disappearing into her bottomless cavern. My heart was heavy and my dick was hard.... wait a minute. My dick was hard.
Albert and I stood together ... alternating. He has the hands of a musician, he never misses a beat.
And so started our relationship. We three. He and Daphne enjoyed Branson, I prefer Las Vegas. Next year I get to see Wayne Newton, or so they promise.
(I think I caught them all.. but I drink)
Find Your Muse #2: Word Blocks
NOUN shadow chance glint reason
VERB crouch chronicle repent bluff
ADJECTIVE drab radiant jovial gritty
ADVERB emphatically pensively sarcastically tersely
The rules:
1. You must use at least 14 of the 16 words.
2. BOLD the words in your entry.
3. You may use any form of any of the words. For example, you may use "shadow" as a verb or a noun. You may use "sarcastic" or "sarcasm" instead of "sarcastically."
You may write anything you like - poem, short story, personal essay, etc.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I crouched in the shadow of a large elm tree on the chance Albert would return again for his nightly emission. The idea of finally confronting him with his pants around his ankles was starting to consume my evenings.
Just to see the glint in his eyes as he watches Daphne massage her big round bottom, while he played Yankee doodle with his noodle, was reason enough to ruin a good pair of penny loafers in the dewy, fresh cut grass.
I owed him as much, this game of hide and seek. He called me out, challenged me when I’d threatened to expose him at his one-handed game of lust. He sneered, called me coward, and emphatically denied ever doing the long dong stride under the stars.
Well, I do not bluff, Sir. Nay, I say, as I snapped away with my trusty instamatic camera, cranking out dull, gritty eight by tens of Albert slamming his whammy while checking out my wife. I was radiant with the impressive chronicle of indecent exposure any judge and jury would applaud.
Daphne had doubted me at first, pensively deliberating my charges. In the end, her life-long dream of visiting Branson, Missouri, was promised and my scheme was afoot. “Just stand in front of the picture window and rub your ass a few times,” I instructed.
And ... stand she did, night after night, first in jeans and then in her chenille bathrobe and her bunny slippers. Albert was relentless, yes, even jovial in his quest. He loved her bottom regardless of fanfare or trappings, whittling away while she rubbed her calloused hands on her thread bare panties.
I sarcastically remarked to Daphne, after the fifth night of butt grinding, that she put some spin on her performance; I feared Albert might grow bored. She tersely chided me on my failure to appreciate the fine art of seduction, citing that Albert’s nightly ritual spoke volumes. I had to agree.
By night ten, I was ready to jump on the offender, take him by his scrawny nut sack and demand and apology for calling me coward. I am not a coward.
My need was sated. He would repent before me or I would thrash him in due course.
As I approached from behind, he stopped short, mid-stroke. We both stood watching as Daphne lowered herself onto the bed, naked except for thigh highs and a garter belt and inserted a cucumber into her steaming salad bowl.
How dare she!! My prize winning cucumber, grown in my garden of love. My season's pride and joy, disappearing into her bottomless cavern. My heart was heavy and my dick was hard.... wait a minute. My dick was hard.
Albert and I stood together ... alternating. He has the hands of a musician, he never misses a beat.
And so started our relationship. We three. He and Daphne enjoyed Branson, I prefer Las Vegas. Next year I get to see Wayne Newton, or so they promise.
(I think I caught them all.. but I drink)
NOUN shadow chance glint reason
VERB crouch chronicle repent bluff
ADJECTIVE drab radiant jovial gritty
ADVERB emphatically pensively sarcastically tersely
The rules:
1. You must use at least 14 of the 16 words.
2. BOLD the words in your entry.
3. You may use any form of any of the words. For example, you may use "shadow" as a verb or a noun. You may use "sarcastic" or "sarcasm" instead of "sarcastically."
You may write anything you like - poem, short story, personal essay, etc.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I crouched in the shadow of a large elm tree on the chance Albert would return again for his nightly emission. The idea of finally confronting him with his pants around his ankles was starting to consume my evenings.
Just to see the glint in his eyes as he watches Daphne massage her big round bottom, while he played Yankee doodle with his noodle, was reason enough to ruin a good pair of penny loafers in the dewy, fresh cut grass.
I owed him as much, this game of hide and seek. He called me out, challenged me when I’d threatened to expose him at his one-handed game of lust. He sneered, called me coward, and emphatically denied ever doing the long dong stride under the stars.
Well, I do not bluff, Sir. Nay, I say, as I snapped away with my trusty instamatic camera, cranking out dull, gritty eight by tens of Albert slamming his whammy while checking out my wife. I was radiant with the impressive chronicle of indecent exposure any judge and jury would applaud.
Daphne had doubted me at first, pensively deliberating my charges. In the end, her life-long dream of visiting Branson, Missouri, was promised and my scheme was afoot. “Just stand in front of the picture window and rub your ass a few times,” I instructed.
And ... stand she did, night after night, first in jeans and then in her chenille bathrobe and her bunny slippers. Albert was relentless, yes, even jovial in his quest. He loved her bottom regardless of fanfare or trappings, whittling away while she rubbed her calloused hands on her thread bare panties.
I sarcastically remarked to Daphne, after the fifth night of butt grinding, that she put some spin on her performance; I feared Albert might grow bored. She tersely chided me on my failure to appreciate the fine art of seduction, citing that Albert’s nightly ritual spoke volumes. I had to agree.
By night ten, I was ready to jump on the offender, take him by his scrawny nut sack and demand and apology for calling me coward. I am not a coward.
My need was sated. He would repent before me or I would thrash him in due course.
As I approached from behind, he stopped short, mid-stroke. We both stood watching as Daphne lowered herself onto the bed, naked except for thigh highs and a garter belt and inserted a cucumber into her steaming salad bowl.
How dare she!! My prize winning cucumber, grown in my garden of love. My season's pride and joy, disappearing into her bottomless cavern. My heart was heavy and my dick was hard.... wait a minute. My dick was hard.
Albert and I stood together ... alternating. He has the hands of a musician, he never misses a beat.
And so started our relationship. We three. He and Daphne enjoyed Branson, I prefer Las Vegas. Next year I get to see Wayne Newton, or so they promise.
(I think I caught them all.. but I drink)
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Ok, so I am tired of the serious.. I need a break. I need to write the ridiculous. Just hope you got one laugh, I got a kick out of the write.
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