Nothing Wrong (flash fiction)

Sharing fantasies is part of shared love and shared innermost secrets and desires, the only thing wrong is never asking or answering truthfully. (͡• 🔥 ͜ʖ 🔥 ͡•) ლ(🔥\◡👅◡/🔥)ლ

VictoryInTrouble

“Will you spank me?” she asked one night, seemingly out of the blue, right as we were about to go from kissing to fucking.

I pulled back, without time to think. “Spank you?”

“It doesn’t have to be now…” She was embarrassed. Her cheeks were already pink from making out with me but I could tell because she had that really small smile she gets when she’s self-conscious.

“Is this a fantasy of yours?” In the three years we’d been together, she had never told me any fantasies, even though I asked plenty.

“Yes?”

“Are you sure?” I tipped her face up so she would look at me. She was not usually demure or timid.

She climbed off of me and sat on the edge of the bed, back hunched. She looked so small that I wanted to scoop her into my arms and kiss her until she was smiled.

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Rusty and Jen (4)

VictoryInTrouble

Previously, on Rusty and Jen (I feel like this is a soap opera…) 

“Jen!” he shouted, running after me.

I turned and almost bent in half laughing. “Rusty…”

He looked down at his slick waving cock, still hard. “Yeah! That’s why I’m coming after you.” He grinned at his word choice.

I smiled, softened for a second by his little boy charm. Despite every repugnant word that came from his mouth, he had this disarming ability to be sweet at just the right moment.

“Baby,” he whispered, holding his hand out. “Baby, please,” he said, stepping up to me.

Damn me, I took his hand. Because Rusty would always be my weakness, with his big hazel eyes and those dark lashes, and that damn grin.

The smile that lit his face melted me, and I grabbed his cheeks and kissed him with every ounce of love I had ever…

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Divine Reminders (poem)

I may need to add an Empath rider to my medical insurance plan if you keep writing like this………….(͡• 🔥 ͜ʖ 🔥 ͡•) ლ(🔥\◡👅◡/🔥)ლ

VictoryInTrouble

Those marks on your palm
From when you kept me quiet
Those scratches on your neck
From when you ravaged my calm
Let them remind you
Let them linger on your skin
When your fingers absently
Stroke them tomorrow at your desk
May they bid your mouth to water
Wetting your warm tongue
As I did

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Oh, Satellite Internet

so so true, sadly

Aubrey's Arch

Oh, satellite internet

will you be the death of me?

Is this the price of living out in the country

I only want to check my stats,

visit my friends,

have free range like my

Cox Communications friends

It’s just the wind blew the wrong way

and my signals fade

Great, another rain cloud

to rain on my parade

Oh, high speed internet

there once was a day

Is this the price of country living?

When will technology make its way

to the country acres to make my day

2.3.16

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They keep me sane!

so filled with truths and reality of needing to remain our own selves not just parts of everyone else around us…………………… 👀 ♥ * ͜ * ♥ 👀

But I Smile Anyway...

You know when you are swallowed whole by family?
Your individuality disappears as you are swallowed with a new identity?
You are no longer “you’, instead you are someone’s wife, someone’s daughter in-law, and eventually someone’s mum?
Well, OK, I know not everyone feels this, but there are a lot of Indian women who have found themselves in that position.
And as for motherhood being all consuming, that covers a much wider range of women.

After I had Lil Man, I took a year out, and then we were in a position that I could reduce my hours, and work part-time. This meant squeezing all I needed to do in 3 hours. It didn’t leave much time for socialising. I worked, quick chats, then left to go home to be mummy again.

Again, another year out when Lil Princess arrived, but this time the office had decided, rather thoughtlessly, to…

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To my “Swain”

so absolutely touching

Pinky Manoj

alone-girl-sad-crying-broken-heart-love-cute-beauty.jpgI am torn and worn out.

Not understanding why did this happen,

How did this start and for what did this start.

Why did I fall into this?

I wail inside for losing out on what I cherished the most!!!!!

I want to get deep inside your heart,

Descend into thy pain of yours;

Knowing that I will make them transitory.

As I want to sojourn in your heart,

Be the empress of your heart,

And annihilate all your mourning.

I wish this to be an actuality!!

To travel the path hand in hand.

Making the world desirous;

Making our own duchy,

But I fear the reality of yours.

It hurts to see you wounded

I can’t bear it nor do I want to bear it

I feel as though my ribcages are broken

I feel the heart palpitations

I want to break thy frequency

I want to remain in…

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