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Be The Moon Waxed or Waned – remix

a couple - a man cradling in his arms and carrying his woman

The Offering by Valery Bareta


His obsidian skin glitters, be the moon waxed or waned
Her burnished hair floats, be the breeze soft or strong

His arms, a cradle of steel, to shelter her or bind her
Her mouth, a vessel of heat, to inflame him or tame him

His lust

Her lust

Our love?
As light as a feather, as enduring as forever
be the moon waxed or waned, be the breeze soft or strong

A remix for today of the original from 2 years ago – for my Goddess Wife.

GIF of the Week – Packing

We were loading the ship for the next jump.

It goes a little faster at the Orion interstellar waystation because you’re still in zero g.

Anyway, the captain came on the intercom with a crackle.

“Remember to pack the entertainment. This is going to be a long ass voyage.”

Bosun Johnson and I smiled at each other. He toggled the switch and shot back,

“We got it, captain – packin’ ‘er right now!”

gif of men loading a spaceship in zero gravity with a woman floating up among the boxes

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Memoirs of a Wrestler #6 – FFF

gif of man fucking woman on her knees and pulling her hair while a second woman watches masturbating

You know those stories  you’re forever  hearing about cheerleaders? They’re all true.

At least when you’re an NCAA champion wrestler –  I’m here to testify.

Real high school and college wrestling attracts alpha males right from the getgo. For us, its in our genes, and our jeans.

It’s the modern, albeit bloodless, gladiator fight in the coliseum. It’s the not really disguised struggle for dominance, harking back to cavemen fighting over food and access to sex. Dominance and reward, an atavistic imperative for the alpha.

And the modern gladiator battling comes right when the testosterone explodes in our teens and twenties. I swear in those days, if you cut me, I bled – but T, not red. The cheerleaders can smell it on you and they want it.

Darla, the blonde, and Phoenix, the brunette, really knew how to get me fired up after we three fooled around some during freshman and sophomore years.  They were already co-captains of the cheer squad by junior year, and I was on my way to my first undefeated season at 178.

They’d stand on either side of the aisle entryway to the arena and the mat. As the team was being introduced one by one by the announcer, Darla would lean over and whisper to me, “You get to fuck me if you win.” Phoenix would lean in from the other side and whisper, “I’ll watch – then you fuck my ass, but only if you pin….”

Never lost that year. Always pinned that year.

©2012 RamTheSunlover, all rights reserved.

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Lady Noir – FFF

woman sitting seductively in court with legs crossed showing stocking tops


I have no story this week due to the 2 days of site downtime that occupied my free time from Tuesday morning through Thursday morning. Huge spikes in site traffic  – mostly visitors lookin’ at all the carnal gifs – caused controversy with the host server. Probably TMI, but its resolved now, and I have no story.

Everyone please visit the links below to read the erotic fiction of our Flash Fiction Friday writers who were inspired, and available, to write this week.

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The Bacchanalia, The Butler and The Blindfold – FFF

woman in stockings corset and heels having a blindfold tied on her by a man with white gloves

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“I’m bored,” she’d said, “we never do anything different.”

Well, she wasn’t going to say that after tonight. It had taken him literally weeks to find the Bacchanalia Group, and get vetted and approved. But here they were, finally.

He had told her little, but the few parts she knew clearly excited her. Especially the cardinal rule that they both had to keep their blindfolds on the entire first night or they could never return.

She was dressed, or rather hardly dressed, exactly as instructed and now, with her coat removed and the silent Bacchanalia Butler tying the blindfold strap behind her head, her nostrils flared with every breath.

The faint sounds of people and pleasure greeted them as the Butler ushered the way down the long hall.


©2012 RamTheSunlover, all rights reserved.


Your challenge for today was to use the picture above, and to write a flash fiction piece of 129 words or less, excluding the title. Additionally, I challenged you to use your choice of a semordnilap, a reversible word that gives you one word spelled frontwards and a different word spelled backwards, example: star/rats, and to use both words in the story, and tell us which pairing you chose.

If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below using the widget you see. Your link will appear in the widget itself, not in the comments, so everyone that’s playing will be listed here below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along. Authors: remember that you may choose to put in a general link to your blog, or a specific link to your fiction post. I recommend a specific link so that readers passing through days, weeks or months from now will go straight to the story.

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