BIG Flashes

[sulwyn]

Hey Hey...  This thread's an offshoot of "Hot Flashes"...

Any stories under 1200 words goes...

No worries about fitting on one page of screen. 

sulwyn

[sulwyn]

Spiraling Down

...

She walked unblinking towards the twinkling light.  Everything around her was in a bluish fog.  The twinkling light came closer.  Or was she moving closer to it?

It soon became clear what the twinkling was from.  It wasn’t a light after all; it was a crystal reflecting light from somewhere.

Her eyes were riveted to the sparkling triangular crystal moving slowly back and forth.  There were words in her mind coming from a faraway distance.  She didn’t know what they said.

She kept walking, transfixed by the crystal.  The crystal became bigger as she approached, finally turning into a small light blue house.  Her hand reached out and opened the dark blue door. 

Inside, there were many different blue shades as she stepped inside.  Directly in front of her loomed a huge circular staircase leading down.   

Her blue eyes widened and read the large sign by the wall.  10 in large blue neon numbers.  Each step going down, she felt like she was floating instead of stepping. 

She counted steps down as she floated down, down, down.  By the time she reached the fifth floor, she had counted one hundred steps and was beginning to lose count.

Words did not stay in her mind anymore.  Things spun around her, making her feel like she was spiraling down.  Somehow, she understood that she would feel yummy if she kept going down. 

Spiraling down, floating down, that’s what she did.  Waves of pleasure coursed through her for obeying the senseless words. 

After many hours, she reached the bottom of the steps.  More waves of pleasure went through her for her success. 

The walls were midnight blue.  There was only one door.  Something made her want to go to that door.

Out loud she read the silver words on the black door.  “Zero Room.”

[flibinite]

Really nice, sulwyn... some real hypnosis there, and one can do so much with the "Zero Room" ("Saved by Zero", "Less Than Zero", "At the Zero Crossing").  And nice use of the house and the colors, too.

Is that what it feels like for you with Paul?

Thanks for starting this thread.  I may have something uber silly for it pretty soon.  I think some people will really be able to do some serious "damage" with a 1000-word story, and I truly hope they try.

         Jo   

[sulwyn]

Hehehe, Jo...

Thanks...

Yep, that's how I feel with Paul. 

sulwyn

[Bobwhite]

Big flashes?  That's like when I went to the cheaper Circus and saw the freakshow...

"Giant Midgets" and "Small Giants" were both just regular people.

I won't go into the experience I had in the adult tent, where out of sheer curiosity I went to see The Man With A Vagina And Breasts But No Penis Or Testicles.

[flibinite]

I wrote this for Alei here on the Forum about seven months ago.  So for the few of you that haven't seen it.  It's fairly pedestrian, but I remember enjoying writing it and imagining it.  Alei had said this to me in a previous post...

"Jo .. is there room under that blanket for more than one?  I mean it's much more fun when it's someone else's fingers slipping inside of you ... don't you agree?  "

So I took a half-hour (I gave myself a time limit) and wrote this back to her... (534 words)


Complain

I cannot move and I cannot stop listening.  I am trapped.

"...and you waited too long to try to resist me, didn't you, Jo?" Sandra was saying now, in a voice only Alei and I could hear.  "And now you can't move, you can't speak, and you can't stop Alei from fingering your needy pussy under the blanket, can you?"

I couldn't.  My legs were spread as far as the passenger seat allowed, and my best friend was sliding a pair of fingers in and out of my wet seam like a metronome...in and out, in and out...after every four strokes sliding up and out to paint my juices all over my distended, throbbing clit in one long up-and-down motion.  Then back inside...1...2...3...4, slide, slide, gush and repeat.

"You couldn't know that I caught Alei in the bathroom at the airport before we even took off.  You couldn't know she was already my slave before you allowed me to start whispering in your ear.  And now its too late, Jo, as each plunge inside you takes you deeper, makes you more helpless, arouses you even more.  Every time her fingers fuck you, the need to cum swells within you and enslaves you more and more to me. 

"But it's too late, and you can't cum until I say so now.  And you need to cum right now more than anything in your entire life."

It is true.  I can't trigger and I can't cum.  If I could speak I would be begging, pleading with Sandra to let me cum, to finish soaking my seat with a massive, screaming orgasm.

But I can't.  I can't do anything but feel Sandra's control wash over me, to sink deeper and deeper into it, the feeling of being helplessly enslaved in public like this only making my arousal greater, more completely consuming, knowing that to anyone walking down the aisle it would only appear as if I were sleeping, Alei's head on my right shoulder as if she were asleep too, Sandra leaning in on my left side as if telling me a secret, with no one able to notice the way Alei's slowly driving fingers are pumping my juices and my will to resist out of me, no one knowing that Sandra is taking me, talking me into complete and permanent enslavement.

"Now, Jo, in two minutes you will get up and follow me to the second bathroom in the back, where you will do everything I ask.  Alei...you will finger yourself until I return, unable to cum either."  I hear Sandra pause, then her musical laugh as she finishes, "Jo will take care of that in the bathroom for you, too."

I hear and feel Sandra get up and head toward the back of the plane.  After that, all I can feel is the beating of my own heart and Alei's relentless fingers torturing me with more arousal and desire than I can believe is possible, more than I can possibly resist, my mind completely overwhelmed with love and lust as it counts out the seconds until I can once again be with the woman who now totally owns me.

One, one-hundred; two, one-hundred; three, one-hundred...

************

          Jo

P.S. -  I've gotten better... 

[sunshine]

Jo,

You wrote that in only a half hour?  After my recent attempt at writing you are my Goddess.  All kneel down before Jo.

PS--> The story is lovely too.  I enjoyed how in a limited space you gave enough for the reader to imagine more about what led up to this moment on the plane and also the times ahead.

[flibinite]

Thanks, sunshine... you are your nick, you know.  Actually 35 minutes, but it does kind of show.  But it was a stream of fantasy more than a deep literary attempt, and something I can imagine happening, and wanting to have happen (I won't say who I wish was playing Sandra's part now).

And please... no kneeling.  I like to kiss before I start to melt, and kneeling makes that very difficult.   

Thanks again, sunshine.   

         Jo

[sulwyn]

Ahhhh, Jo...

That's very yummmmy to visualize...

And me reading that before breakfast... ooohh... now I get to have breakfast with lots of yummynesss...

sulwyn

[Stargazer]

Jo,

I don't write very often, and when I do, tend to run on a bit.  Alright, more than a bit.  No matter.  Then I come across something that you refer to almost as an unworthy castoff.  Unbelievable (he says, shaking his head with envy).  I'm amazed how you put so much imagery into just a few paragraphs! 

Sigh.

Stargazer

[flibinite]

Acck, Stargazer, thank you very much (you too sulwyn), and I'm sorry if I gave you that impression.  It was what it was... A straight fantasy, almost all narrative, that I did want to make as hot as possible, if nothing else, and think I did okay there.

It's decidedly not a castoff to me, as I was writing it to Alei, to try to convey certain things and "fun" feelings, and I took it very seriously in that respect.  I just feel that it's not the height of literary effort, is all, as I have this foolish bone in my head that makes me want to impress the writers that I admire.  This story wouldn't do that, in my opinion.

That's a foolish attitude on my part, really, and downplays or gives disrespect to comments and opinions from everyone else, and I am definitely NOT thinking that.  Yours and sulwyn's and sunshine's comments mean a lot to me, Stargazer.  Please never think differently.

Thanks again... 

        Jo

P.S. -  This originally didn't have a title, and I just tacked this on, "tacky" being the operative word for it... but I just couldn't resist.   

[BlueLyric]

...deeper and deeper...as I willingly sumbit to the tale...




A very good one, Jo... 8)

[Libertine]

Well, Jo, you might be right: Those 534 words might not be the "height of literary effort". But when I want that, I'll read Milton. That little story of yours was hot with a capital "HOT".

When you say that you've gotten better, do you mean you've become an even more-awesome writer? Or that you've learned to be more careful who you let whisper in your ear while a friend strokes your pussy?

Nice flash, Jo.

Incidentally, am I the only person who actually enjoyed studying "Paradise Lost" in intro. english lit.? And here I thought I was only an enormous geek when it came to computers. 8)

-Libertine

[sulwyn]

The Reward of Obedience

...

She peeked at Master sitting at the desk typing madly away.  He was totally unaware of everything around him. Even to the fact that she was wearing his most favorite sheer nighttime outfit: a lacy crotchless dark blue teddy that shimmered with every movement.

Her dark red lips pursed in a pout as she carefully chose his favorite CD: "Rush - Grace Under Pressure," and set it to play softly.  True to being oblivious, he never even noticed the music had started to play. 

She glanced at Master and then danced closer.  Her long legs so graceful as she danced with matching dark blue soft socks on her feet.  As she slid up behind Master, her hands inched up his back and began to rub wherever they were.  He moaned softly, still typing madly, but slowing down as he relaxed from the impromptu massage. 

The pout on her face changed to a soft smile as she noticed how he relaxed at her gentle touch.  In only moments, he had totally stopped typing and leaned back.  She pushed the chair around and kneeled between his legs.  Her hands slowly unbuttoned his pants as she kissed his slowly growing bulge.

His hands caressed her soft short hair and smiled at her.  Her blue eyes had darkened as she looked up at him, their eyes connecting deeply.  He whispered, “Be mine, little one.”

She moaned softly as she closed her eyes.  Soon she opened them and looked at Master, her eyes now blank - her lips dropping open slightly.  He smiled again in pleasure at her beautiful tranced face, his cock even more hard.  “Suck on me, my sweet slave.”

“Yessss, Master, I love sucking on your cock!”

He looked startled as he heard her say something out loud that she had not said before.  She ripped off his pants and slid his cock into her hot wet mouth.  Her mouth closed around the hardness, her tongue licking around the edge of the head.

He cried out in shock and pleasure as his mind went into bliss; his slave already there.

His hips began to thrust furiously into her hot wet mouth where she sucked hard, wanting something from him.  She took more and more of him into her, soon deep throating him.  The soft gagging sounds coming from her drove him over the edge and he spurted into her, feeding his slave his load of hot cream. 

She moaned in pleasure as she swallowed everything her Master could give her.

...

Thanks, Paul, for your editing help.    I love ya. 

sulwyn

[flibinite]

Hot and spicy and real and loving, sulwyn.  Big congratulations on this (hopefully) slice-of-life story.  I cannot resist asking if Paul found it hard... to help you edit this, if it made him all uncomfortable to read it, and if he came... to the full realization of what your words meant and described, when he did?

I would tend to think that he might have.  And I'm sure you left a few others feeling exactly the same way.  

Congrats again, sulwyn... excellent job there. 

(And a quick thanks to Blue and Libertine for their kind words... they really do mean a lot to me)...

          Jo

[sulwyn]

* sulwyn blushes strawberry red ... thank you, Jo

sulwyn

[br0adband]

Geez Jo, can't you say or do anything without some sex.. ual connotations? I mean come... on and get with the program.



Paul

[Geo]

I like happy stories about happy people.

And slaves are people too.

[flibinite]

sulwyn - you're welcome   

Paul -  Um... nope.   

Bill -  Me too...   

          Jo

[Libertine]

Jo, Paul, honestly: Your double entendres would be so much more insidious if you didn't put ellipses after them. I mean, come on! Is it really that hard for us to figure out?

And sulwyn, if I may steal a phrase from you: YUMMMMMMMYYYYYY. Woo.

That's about all there is to say. Nice work.

-Libertine

[flibinite]

But Libertine, I don't want insidious or subtle.  I want my things right in your face. 

         Jo

[Libertine]

But Libertine, I don't want insidious or subtle.  I want my things right in your face. 

         Jo

*rolls eyes* There, Jo, I think you nailed it.

*under his breath*  Hey, I want your things right in my face, too.

[BlueLyric]

But visions of Jo's thingies in Stewie's face don't go over so well...

[sulwyn]

* sulwyn is totally cracking up at the double entrendres in here...

YUMMY banter!



sulwyn

[flibinite]

Blue -- but I'd love them in a stewie's face, as long as she's good to go (or that antonym thing).

         Jo   

(Okay, that was my last sexual goof for awhile, before I totally butcher the thread)