Craving – Friday Flash Fic., Feb. 15th

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I was on the treadmill at the gym when I got an idea for this flash fiction prompt.

I realized that these guys could easily be two characters from my Vampire erotica WIP, Diamond Dogs.

Theo Matowski is a devoted lover to my protagonist, Gemini (a bisexual, androgynous female vampire who keeps Theo and his male lover, Justice, as human pets/companions). However, when an older male vampire, Kristofer Vallespi, comes to Ottawa seeking excitement, Theo finds his loyalties tested.

Craving

Theo waited restlessly on the park bench, eyes glancing furtively about and hands in his jeans pockets.

Kristofer Vallespi had texted him the night before, requesting that Theo meet him here at noon because he needed to ask him something.

Theo knew he shouldn’t have replied. Shouldn’t have texted Kristofer that he’d come. Shouldn’t have thought about Kristofer all evening and all morning.

Gemma had told him that Kristofer was dangerous. She’d said Kristofer was not like she was. He’d want to take advantage of Theo – use him for sex or food and then toss him away like spoiled fruit.

But Theo didn’t believe her. He didn’t think she was lying. He believed Gemma supposed Kristofer to be like that. But from the moments Theo had spent in Kristofer’s commanding presence, he couldn’t believe it.

And now, as he glimpsed Kristofer approaching along the gravel path in his pea coat and jeans, looking so very human and yet not-at-all human, he wondered if perhaps Gemini was right. Theo knew vampires had powers he didn’t yet understand even though he’d been sharing Gemma’s home for seven years. Perhaps he shouldn’t have come.

But it was too late now.

Theo straightened as Kristofer approached. Even though he knew very well that most vampires could walk about during daylight hours, it still made him uneasy. These creatures were supposed to be night dwellers. But maybe that was what people believed in order to feel some kind of partial security.

Theo knew better.

Kristofer stopped in front of the bench. He looked Theo over with a frank and obvious hunger.

“Theo,” he said in greeting, offering a small smile and a glint of fang. So he was hungry. Hungry for either sex or blood, or his fangs wouldn’t have descended.

Theo shuddered in the face of such desire. “K-Kristofer. I wanted to see you.” This was the truth.

Kristofer nodded, sitting down beside Theo on the bench. “I know. I wanted to see you too. Needed to.” His vibrant blue eyes drifted over Theo, consuming him on the spot.

They locked eyes and Theo felt that connection, the same one he experienced with Gemma but even stronger here, now, with Kristofer. Was it because Kristofer was male, or because he was an older vampire?

It didn’t matter.

“Theo, I need to taste you. Now.” Kristofer’s voice felt like smooth amber covering him as if Theo were a tiny insect who would soon be trapped and paralyzed.

Theo nodded, his desire ramping up in Kristofer’s intoxicating presence. “I know.”

No sooner had Theo said those words than Kristofer’s cold hands slid along his neck and the handsome vampire pressed his lips to the younger man’s mouth.

A bomb could have gone off nearby and Theo wouldn’t have cared. Kristofer’s cool lips on his, the vampire’s soft tongue pressing inside Theo’s mouth, the fingers pressing against his pounding jugular – this was everything.

Theo opened his mouth and let Kristoffer have his way, loving how the vampire savoured his taste. He hadn’t taken blood yet, only kissed Theo like any man or woman would. But Theo knew it was coming. He moaned into Kristofer’s mouth and gripped his coat.

But Kristofer didn’t bite. Instead he pulled away and swore softly. “You do this to me, Theo,” he murmured, licking his red lips and gripping Theo’s neck tightly enough to alarm him. But just as Theo noticed, Kristofer’s fingers loosened and he let go. “You make me want you.”

Theo just sat there, trembling, cock hard and full of blood from that kiss and from Kristofer’s nearness.

“I want to really taste you,” Kristofer breathed, eyes drilling into Theo’s.

“Yes,” Theo replied without question. It was too late for any other answer.

“Do you know what I’m asking?” Kristofer said carefully.

Theo nodded. “Yes.”

Kristofer smiled, slowly, with genuine pleasure and relief. “Then come with me.”

Theo nodded again and stood, taking Kristofer’s offered hand.

He would go. He had to. He needed to experience everything that Kristofer was, everything that Kristofer had to offer him, if he was ever to sleep again.

Robotics – Friday Flash Fic., Feb. 2

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The guy was hot, there was no doubt about that. How he’d ended up aboard a Class D transport instead of a Class A fighter was beyond me. He looked like a Class A+++ fucking soldier.

We ended up at the same table in the cafeteria one day and I asked him about his arm. How he’d lost it. He’d blushed and said there’d been a stupid teleporting accident. He and a group of friends had been fooling around and hadn’t used the machine properly. Part of him had been left behind. He was just glad it had been something he’d had two of to begin with.

I told him I thought the mechanical arm looked pretty bad ass.

He’d smiled and winked. “I can do lots of cool stuff with it.”

The next day he’d deliberately sat across from me in the cafeteria.

“Is this seat taken?”

“Nope.”

He put down his tray and sat that gorgeous ass down in front of me. “What’s your schedule today?”

I blinked. “Huh?”

“I mean,” He said quietly, picking up an apple and taking a big juicy bite. He chewed deliberately for a few moments, making me wait. “When do you get off?”

His choice of words left me breathless. Luckily I didn’t say Whenever you want to help me and instead coughed out, “In three hours.”

He nodded, checking me out. I sat up straighter and hoped my uniform was immaculate. He kept eating that lucky apple and all I could do was stare and hope I wasn’t drooling. Food was the last thing on my mind.

“Room 21337.”

“Pardon?”

“Meet me there. In three hours.”

“Okay?” I could barely make words. The desire in his eyes made them turn a dark, dark blue.

“If you want me to show you.”

“Sh-show me?”

He smiled slowly, flexing the fingers of his mechanical hand with a small buzzing of the motor that powered them.

“What this arm can do.”

He stood up, taking his tray and dumping the rest of his lunch into the trash. He turned to look at me again, the white flesh of the apple now fully devoured. He held up the bare core and showed me before tossing it away.

“See you there.”

I managed to keep from fainting but had to sit still for a long time before I could get up. I checked my watch. These would be the longest fucking three hours I’d ever have to wait.

 

But First, Coffee – Friday Flash Fic., Jan. 25

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The final shot I wanted to get was of the luxurious Master bathroom with the view out the sliding doors to the hardwood deck and the sliver of beach, the expanse of blue ocean stretching to infinity. It took about five tries to get that perfect shot.

“And, done.”

Mr. Yanofsky grinned. “I can’t wait to see them. When will the issue be out?”

I looked everywhere but at Mr. Yanofsky’s intense grey eyes, because I felt safer behind the camera. Safer from my own desires. “Uh, well, it’s the July issue, so probably beginning of June. But they’ll send you a copy earlier.”

Mr. Yanofsky nodded, his hands in the pockets of his snug beige board shorts. “Would you like a coffee? I’ve got a lovely dark roast from Venezuela…”

I fiddled with my camera, pretending to readjust some settings before I put it away. “Sure, yeah. I could use some coffee.” I smiled, letting my eyes meet his and seeing something very attractive there. In a spur of the moment move I lifted the camera and took a quick shot of him standing, looking at me.

“Sorry,” I blushed. “Couldn’t resist.”

He smiled, and yeah, there was definitely something there. “Come on.”

I followed him to the absurdly beautiful main room of his luxury beach house where he bade me make myself comfortable while he moved into the adjoining kitchen and began to prepare a pot of coffee.

“How long are you in Fiji, Mr. Stone?”

I looked over at him from my seat on his white leather sectional. “Hmm? Oh, I go back Friday. I’m shooting two other homes while I’m here.”

“Will you have time for sightseeing?”

I nodded. “I hope so.”

“If you like I could take you around some of my favourite spots.” Mr. Yanofsky’s voice held a tenor of insecurity, like he wasn’t sure of my answer.

I was, however, positive. “That would be great. Sure.”

Mr. Yanofsky finished in the kitchen and set the coffee to brew, then walked slowly over to where I was sitting. He stood directly in front of me, a little closer than two relative strangers would normally be comfortable.

“Well, then. It’s probably a good idea to be on a first name basis, don’t you think?” He smiled down at me.

I straightened my position on the sofa, finally letting my eyes drift down Mr. Yanofsky’s trim form and back up to his eyes, in which the invitation seemed plain as day now.

“Jameson,” I breathed, anticipation and arousal swirling inside.

“Kevin,” Mr. Yanofsky said in a soft tone that seemed to stroke over my skin. “Of course you’ve already seen my very favourite spot on the island.”

“I have?” I said, clearing my throat and trying not to stare.

Kevin nodded, a pink flush spreading across his cheeks. He laughed softly and sat down beside me. “Well, that would be my bedroom.” He reached out a hand and touched the back of my own. “Would you, maybe, like to see it again? No camera this time?”

I flipped my hand over so his fingertips grazed the sensitive skin of my palm, and said, “No camera.”

When he leaned in and kissed me with a polite, testing pressure that only teased of the future possibilities here, my body responded.

He pulled back and assessed me with satisfaction.

“But first, coffee.”

 

Science Fiction Double Feature – Friday Flash Fic., Jan. 19

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“Rocky, just sit back and enjoy the show,” Dr. Frank N. Furter suggested in his sensuously deep voice with a smirk of his luscious red lips. “It’s a science fiction double feature!” His pink tongue slid over those lips as he raised his eyebrows, clapping his manicured hands together. “My favourite!”

Rocky grunted, glancing at the man who had shocked him into consciousness just days ago.

Frank N. Furter was … well, he was something. Something Rocky was just starting to figure out.

Oh, he knew all about him physically. Frank had made sure of that, having created Rocky, he assumed, expressly for that purpose. And being new to the entire experience of living and fucking, Rocky had participated enthusiastically in that lesson.

Frank N. Furter was a gourmand in the excesses of the flesh. A veritable connoisseur of sexual pleasure. Nothing stood in the way of Frank getting what he needed or wanted but he was a seducer, not a cad. He made sure the objects of his affection were entirely willing participants in every delicious act of debauchment.

Something about him, something perhaps a bit otherworldly, convinced most people that Frank would enrich their experience and bring them home.

Rocky glued his eyes to the screen and tried to ignore what Frank’s hand was doing as it traced a path up his thigh to the very tight gold lamé trunks that had been given to him to wear. The movie was a classic B-Grade science fiction movie. Frank had explained the appeal of these movies to Rocky in vivid detail, and Rocky wanted to see for himself.

But he couldn’t help glancing down at Frank when the hand made it’s gentle way to…

“Oh Rocky!” Dr. Furter exclaimed when he reached his specific point of interest.

Rocky smiled down at the curly haired man in bustier, fish net stockings and high heels who appeared so very excited at the size of Rocky’s … endowments. Well, he’d been made to order, hadn’t he?

“You’re so … so … dominant! Such a perfect specimen of manhood! I’m so proud of you, Rocky.”

Rocky blushed, smiled and grunted again, this time with much pleasure and anticipation, the movie suddenly forgotten.

Wo oh oh oh oh,

At the late night, double feature, picture show…

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Tease – Monday Flash Fic., Jan. 15

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Are you in the building?

I glanced down at my phone. It had buzzed as I’d exited the elevator on Sam’s floor.

Grinning at his eagerness, I texted back: Down the hall. Be there soon.

My phone buzzed again.

Don’t come in.

I stopped in my tracks, confused. That was unexpected. What? Why?

Because I have something to show you.

Now I was completely confused, but I made my way to his door. The number 325 stared back at me from the antique wood as I awaited further instruction.

My phone buzzed again.

Look through the keyhole, Gordon.

My heartbeat increased exponentially. What was Sam playing at? I couldn’t wait to find out.

A restored historic building, the doors still had keyholes which I’d pointed out was kind of a violation of Sam’s privacy and a security hazard. He hadn’t really cared.

And when I crouched down to look through the tiny opening, I was glad.

I could see Sam, straight ahead in the armchair from the corner that he must have carefully positioned in direct sightline of the keyhole.

Fuck.

He was dressed in only a pair of tight boxer briefs that outlined his swollen prick, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I loosened my tie, wondering what kind of game he was playing.

My phone buzzed again. I didn’t want to look down, but I did:

Can you see me?

My thumbs fumbled my answer: Yes.

Watch.

My eyes flew back to the keyhole.

He stared right at me, knowing I was there. The shadow of dark stubble on his face followed the curve of his jaw and emphasized his cheekbones. He licked his full lips and brought his right hand to gently stroke the outline of his cock over the cotton of his boxers. His cellphone, resting on the arm of the chair, cast its soft blue light over him.

I shuddered, feeling like a pervert but loving every minute of this. Sweat had formed under the collar of my suit jacket. I glanced quickly to either side of me. Luckily, there was no-one else in the hall.

I tried not to let my breathing become too heavy but it was futile. Fumbling with my cellphone, I sent the following:

Take it out. I want to see it.

I watched as his phone became brighter and heard the small noise it made. He glanced down at it and laughed, glancing back at the keyhole where I was crouched, watching, waiting. Lifting his chin, he pursed his lips and sent me a kiss while he snaked his hand beneath his shorts and brought out the prize.

But he teased me even still, keeping his balls and the lower part of his cock covered, just showing me the leaking tip while he moved his hand back and forth, his thighs clenching with each stroke.

Christ, I was going crazy and my back had started to hurt. Plus I was sweating like a pig in my work clothes.

Ah hell. Please let me in. I texted.

This time he stood, peeled off his briefs and sat back down, lazily stroking himself and crooking a finger at me with his other hand before using it to type a new text:

It’s unlocked.

I let out a breath, not even realizing I’d been holding it, and cursed quietly.

Then I stood. But before I entered the room I texted him one more time. I wanted to make him wait now. You’re naked and jerking off with the door unlocked? What if some pervert gets in?

I waited a moment and was pleased when my phone buzzed quickly.

I’m counting on it. Get in here.

I couldn’t help the smile that spread over my face as I grabbed the handle and twisted.

 

 

 

 

 

Dilemma, Friday Flash Fic., Jan. 5

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What am I even doing here? This is a mistake.

Jordan hesitated in the hallway outside Michael’s bedroom. Naked except for a pair of Michael’s boxers which were slightly big on him, he wondered if this was all just a huge, fucking mistake.

“Jordan?” Michael called. “You coming?”

“Um, just a second,” Jordan said, starting to panic.

On the one hand, Michael had shown him things in bed he’d only ever dreamed of. They’d already had a couple of fun romps but this time had been different. Jordan was feeling more than just the sex. But was Michael?

Maybe I should go. Make up some excuse and get out of here before I fall even deeper for someone who just wants a fun night here and there…

The bedroom door opened and Michael stood there, completely naked, with a puzzled frown.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his brown eyes searching Jordan’s.

“Thinking,” Jordan said.

“Can’t you do that in here?”

Jordan laughed nervously. “You’re a little distracting.”

Michael grinned. “Thanks, I guess. Whatcha thinking about?”

Jordan swallowed and scratched his head. “Um, you. Us. Is there an … us?”

Michael seemed taken aback. “Well, uh. I thought so. Until right this minute…” The vulnerability in his gaze raised a tiny hope inside Jordan.

“I mean, this is fun and all. But … is that all?” Jordan raised his eyebrows at Michael. “Because I think I’m having a little bit more than just fun right now. And I need to know if you feel the same. Because if not, then I need to go.”

Michael reached out and wrapped his hand gently around Jordan’s wrist. He only said one word but the look in his eyes and the touch were all Jordan needed.

“Stay.”

Unwrapped – Friday Flash Fic., Dec. 22

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So this guy totally reminds me of the character of Sebastian from The James Lucas and The Loft trilogies.

A bit of background: Beyond the Edge (book 1 in The James Lucas Trilogy) tells the story of 27 year-old Tate who finally has a chance to sub for well-known and respected Ottawa Dom, James Lucas. But, surprise, surprise, James actually has invited another young man to sub alongside Tate during his much-anticipated BDSM weekend. As soon as Tate sets eyes on 23 year-old Sebastian and sits down with him for an introductory coffee the week before the big event, he knows it will be something extraordinary.

Sebastian eventually wins James’ heart as well, after James and Tate discover that they cannot be apart, and the three men establish a successful three-way relationship.

Sebastian is a natural submissive, enjoying everything about being dominated and under someone else’s control. He loves to do whatever James asks of him and he usually does it with little questioning and little delay whereas Tate enjoys aggravating James almost as much as pleasing him. But since James gets a kick out of Tate’s bratty nature, the relationship works.

In The Little Drummer Boy, my 12,000 word free NSFW, 18+, Christmas story, Tate is frustrated by James’ unusually busy work schedule and Sebastian’s need to study for his college finals but James promises and delivers some seasonal playtime in the loft, his attic playroom, after teaching Tate an important lesson in self control and denial.

For today’s Friday Flash Fic challenge, I will be writing about a little – well not so little – Christmas surprise that Sebastian has in store for Tate and James on Christmas morning, after the presents are all unwrapped.

Or are they?

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After we’d finished the exchange of gifts on Christmas morning and gotten all the “Thank you’s” and “You’re welcomes” out of the way, James and I lounged on the sofa sipping our coffees while Sebastian excused himself to try on some of his new clothes.

James watched Sebastian’s retreating back with interest and some amusement.

“What?” I asked, since he seemed to know something I didn’t.

He shrugged.

I narrowed my eyes. “No, come on. What’s going on?”

James looked genuinely innocent as he said, “I really have no idea, except that he had me help him with something this morning that has my curiosity … piqued.”

“Really,” I said, wondering what Sebastian was up to, but too relaxed and happy to get up and follow. Besides, James probably wouldn’t let me, lest I “spoil” the surprise, whatever it was going to be.

I picked up the new tablet they’d pitched in to get me and started the registration process while waiting.

“I need a good password,” I said, looking at James expectantly.

“Hmm. How about ilikegettingmyassspanked?”

“Too obvious. Try again.”

“Okay. What about myasslooksbetterafteragoodhiding?”

“Too long. And, again, too obvious.”

“Let me think.” His brow furrowed.

After several moments he took the pad of paper and pen from the side table and wrote something down. He passed it to me. “That should fulfill all the requirements.”

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“Paddle slut and sixty-nine star?” I smiled, nodding. “I like it. Still kind of obvious but, meh. It’ll do.”

Sebastian’s voice came from the kitchen. “Um, can you guys help me with something in here, please?”

James and I exchanged a glance. Then, picking up our mugs we made our way out of the living room.

What greeted us upon entering the kitchen area was a wonderful sight indeed.

“Oh yes,” James said, a huge smile on his face.

“Well,” I said, looking Sebastian over, “that’s just beautiful.”

The only pair of new clothes he had on were the red cotton boxer briefs I’d put in his stocking, which fit him perfectly. Meaning they were snug enough to show off the line of his semi-hard cock and the curve of his balls. I think my mouth might have dropped open after I’d gotten the words out.

On his chest, in black body paint, was scrawled: “Naughty or” and on the top of his six-pack the word “nice?” with a question mark finished off the effect. James must have done that for him this morning.

A Santa hat perched jauntily on Sebastian’s head while he pointed at me with a spatula. I felt a thrill of excitement before he said, “Tate, you’re gonna beat some eggs. And, James, you’re gonna chop some mushrooms and onions.”

James raised his eyebrows. “Shouldn’t I beat the eggs? I do have the most experience with beatings.” He winked at me.

Sebastian laughed. “Thing is, I don’t want them too beaten. They need to be beaten just right.” He said. “Sir.”

James looked supremely offended but shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever. As long as I get to sit here and watch you move around I’ll do whatever you want.”

I closed my mouth, realizing that Sebastian had entrusted me with the job of doing the eggs over James and feeling my chest puff out a bit. “Whatever you say, darling.”

“Good. That’s all I need help with. I’ll do the rest and you two can watch me whip up the best brunch you’ve ever had.” He gazed at me with fire in his eyes. “And then, after you eat what I cook for you, you can, um, have me for dessert? I mean, if you want?”

“I want,” James said, taking the cutting board and vegetables that Sebastian passed him.

“Hell, yeah,” I said, “Pass me those eggs.”

Luckily, it was easy to beat eggs while keeping my eyes glued to Sebastian’s ass in those tight boxer briefs as he moved around the kitchen. He didn’t cook very often and never attempted to make a complicated meal like James or I might. But he was pretty good with breakfast foods and would whip up scrambled eggs and pancakes for us every once in awhile. Never before while so alluringly underdressed, though.

James had a harder time with the chopping and dealing with blurry, teared eyes from the onions. He almost injured himself at one point. I’d never seen him quite so distracted.

“Fuck!” He said, as he almost sliced off his little finger. For the second time.

“Jesus, James, you need all your fingers,” I reminded him.

“I’ll be more careful.”

“Good. You can ogle him when you’re finished,” I said.

He stuck his tongue out at me, which was so juvenile a thing for James to do I burst out laughing.

My mouth was watering for more than food by the time Sebastian served us his masterpiece on the breakfast bar. While we ate I kept stealing glances at Sebastian’s naked chest and belly with the words “Naughty or nice?” painted there.

When I’d finished I wiped my hands on the napkins he’d provided and pressed my palms flat on the counter. “So, what are you?”

Sebastian looked up from his plate, chewing on a piece of bacon.

I pushed off the stool and rounded the bar, glancing at James who had stopped eating to watch. Turning back to Sebastian I gently made him put his utensils down. Then I turned him on the rotating stool and nudged his thighs apart.

He sat up straighter as I stepped close and poked the place on his chest where the word “Naughty” was written.

“Are you naughty?” My finger trailed down to the other word. “Or are you nice?”

“Fuck,” James said, this time without his finger in jeopardy. He watched us with wide eyes and licked his lips.

I focused on Sebastian who breathed loudly and didn’t seem to know where to put his hands.

“Hmm?” I pressed, leaning in close and licking syrup from his stubbled cheek. “I mean, I already know. But I want to hear you say it.”

“Oh fuck, Tate,” he breathed, his hands resting lightly on the waistband of my PJ pants. “I’m so naughty. So, so naughty.”

I nodded, licking syrup from the corner of his lips. “Oh I know just how naughty you are, Sebastian.”

James cleared his throat. “So do I,” he said, voice husky. “Maybe we can all be naughty up in my room?”

I nodded, leaning in and licking the lobe of Sebastian’s ear under the Santa hat, making him sigh.

“Oh, yeah,” I said, sliding my hands under the waistband of those red boxer briefs. “I think he needs a bath first. He’s just covered in syrup and we need to wash this paint off.”

Sebastian whimpered and turned his head, catching my lips with his. We kissed roughly, hungrily, until James cleared his throat again.

“Upstairs, the both of you. I’ve never seen two dirtier boys in my life. I’ll run the bath.” He made for the stairs while Sebastian and I kept kissing, unable to keep our hands off each other. I wasn’t sure we’d make it upstairs.

James enjoyed the view for a moment before he spoke again. “Hey. I’m not kidding. Upstairs now, or God help me I’ll tan both your hides this afternoon and make your asses as red as Rudolph’s fucking nose.”

We started laughing which effectively ended our kiss. I took Sebastian’s hand, pulling him off the stool. “I guess we’d better do as we’re told.”

He sighed. “Yeah. Even though a Christmas spanking sounds kind of nice.”

“Oh, you are naughty, aren’t you?” I said, leading him up the stairs and ogling his now solid bulge under the red cotton.

“As if there was ever any doubt,” James said.

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Wishing you a very Merry Christmas and an extraordinary New Year, with many goals achieved and challenges faced!

Here’s hoping 2018 is full of fun times and sexy reads!

XOXO

Liz

 

 

 

 

Private Lesson – Friday Flash Fic, Dec. 1st

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The night before the archery competition I had a great dream.

You know how they say in order to calm your nerves before a public presentation or performance you should picture the audience in only their underwear? Well the dream kind of flipped this on its head because the star of my dream was Andrew, my extremely hot archery instructor and he was going over the finer points of technique in nothing but a skimpy pair of men’s designer briefs – grey with red trim – that showed off his, um, package, pretty darn well. I had to hand it to my powers of visualization because he was absolutely perfect down to his muscular arms, rock hard abs and powerful thighs. All he had on other than the briefs was a brown leather wrist guard – my ancient Greek olympic fantasy come to life!

In the dream, of course, this turn of events seemed perfectly normal. I can only imagine I had won some kind of raffle and received this opportunity as a coveted prize – a very private lesson on the finer points of archery from my scantily clad instructor. He carried on as if it were a regular class; as if I weren’t the only one standing close and paying attention; as if he wasn’t barely dressed and hot enough to send stauncher young men than I into paroxysms of unfulfilled desire.

In fact, as he pulled back on the bow, flexing his long arm and focusing on the target across the field, my heightened sexual energy stretched taut. Upon release, as the bow flew threw the air and slammed forcefully into the waiting target, I woke in a wave of achieved pleasure, sheets wet with the outcome of my vivid fantasy.

Panting and cold in the lonely aftermath I only hoped I could retain anything he had told me so that I might perform to the best of my ability at the impending competition. Hopefully my intense dream might bring more than a nocturnal emission and a sense of regret.

When I reached the contest grounds that afternoon it was with sadness to discover that my regular archery instructor could not attend due to a family emergency. The young woman in his place did nothing for my inspiration. Nevertheless, when it was my turn finally, I closed my eyes and imagined I was drawing my bow before the half naked man in my dreams. I concentrated as hard as I could on the target and let go, my arrow flying in a priapic arc across the wide field.

Astonishingly, it hit the bullseye square to the amazement of my peers, and myself if I am entirely honest. As whoops and hollers erupted and people came to congratulate me, I sent a silent prayer of thanks to the naked Adonis who came to me in the night, perfecting my technique and taking the edge off a long unrequited passion.

Friday Flash Fiction, Nov. 24 – Distraction

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DISTRACTION

My elderly neighbor, Mrs. Danstock, a sweet old lady if there ever was one, got talking to me about her tulips one morning. I’d been seeding the grass and setting up the sprinkler to water it when she’d come outside.

“Aren’t they beautiful, Mr. Monteith? It seems every year they come up better!”

“Oh yes, Mrs. Danstock, they’re marvelous! Your daffodils are lovely too.”

“Thank you. They are nice, aren’t they?” She blushed and pointed at our garden. “Have you planted anything new?”

I shook my head. “Not this year. Brendan and I have been pretty busy with doing up the inside of the house.”

She nodded. “Yes, I’ve seen the contractors in and out. How is it going?”

“Almost done, thank God,” I said. “This is the first weekend we’ve been completely alone in the house for months.”

I heard the sound of a throat being cleared. While Mrs. Danstock spoke of gardens and planting and offered to help us pretty up our front lawn, I took a few steps back so that I could see the entrance of our place, which was hidden by a tree and a slight wall. The sound had come from there and when I had a clear view, I almost fell into the hydrangea bush.

Brendan stood framed in the doorway, buck naked except for his glasses and an open book covering his crotch.

While I stood frozen and goggle-eyed, he held a finger to his lips. Then he grinned and crooked it in a come here gesture.

“Do you think I should plant some more impatiens this summer?” Mrs. Danstock asked. She craned her neck to see where I’d gone. “They did so well last year.”

I tore my eyes away from Brendan and took two steps toward her. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Danstock, but I just remembered I left a pot of soup on the stove,” I said quickly. “It was so nice talking to you!”

She smiled and nodded. “It’s always nice to see you, Mr. Monteith. You tell Mr. Cole to stop and say hi next time he goes for a run, won’t you?”

I nodded, already stepping back. “Of course! See you again soon!”

I ducked around the wall and frowned. Brendan had disappeared.

Troublemaker.

I stepped inside and shut the door, locking it. “Brendan? Where the fuck are you and where did you get that book?”

Luckily the windows were closed because of the air conditioning so Mrs. Danstock wouldn’t be shocked out of her support stockings.

“I’m upstairs and it’s your book and I put it back. And I still only have my glasses on.”

I raced up the stairs two at a time, unbuttoning my shirt as I did. Brendan lay on the king size bed, completely naked but for the glasses and now there was no book covering his junk. He looked as good as an Easter buffet and I was starving.

“What did Mrs. Danstock want?” he asked while I shucked the rest of my clothes and got on the bed beside him, taking his gorgeous cock in my hand and stroking it quickly to life.

“She wanted to talk about her tulips,” I said breathlessly. “I didn’t tell her what was coming up in my garden.”

Brendan laughed. “I wanted to get your attention. We have the place to ourselves finally. I don’t want to waste it talking to the neighbours.”

“Neither do I!” I said, rolling on top of him and taking his glasses off. I kissed him hard and placed the glasses on the side table beside my book. “Neither do I …”