BIG Flashes

[Geo]

Fast but long. I shudder to think of what Jo will make of the grammar, but I want to post this sucker, go to school and get some work done. If I don't post then it will be preying on my mind all day and nothing will be accomplished. Or worse it will balloon out to a few thousand words and not fit any more.

Old Friends

By William Pratt


The two walked into the covered and claustrophobic arcade swaggering as though slightly drunk. They weren't drunk - the rules were quite clear; you got kicked out of the LARP group if you tried to play while drunk. Too many accidents happened in the past, so now there was absolutely no tolerance. Their objective tonight was to ensnare their prey, the other players, so being drunk was more a hindrance. Looking drunk however... And there was always time for a good party afterwards.

This was a game for Nicole. A fun way to spend an evening: dressing up and pretending to be some one else. Given the option, Vampires were so much more interesting than slogging through a dungeon in a chain mail bikini.

Those who were not involved in the game were background noise or set dressing, but Ben, impulsive as always even in his role as Kalrack, had to show off. Freak the norms a little. He started to suck on Nicole's neck. He began softly, but, with no response from the audience, he became progressively more violent about it until Nicole slapped him.

"Hmmph," grunted a man as he looked at the black clad teens; at their spikes, bangles, pink hair, and excessive makeup. Then he scowled and muttered something to the old lady seated beside him that made her laugh into her coffee.

Rubbing his face, Ben let go of Nicole, gave her a sharp look, and started across towards his intended victims at a table in front of the cigar shop. Vrolok and Daughters Import Cigars. Ernie Vrolok, Proprietor.

Nicole lived her whole life in the neighbourhood. She bought candy bars from Mr. Vrolok as far back as she could remember. She'd tried buying cigarettes from him once, but he'd refused to sell to her and Nicole hadn't been as interested in smoking after hearing his words.

"They poison the blood."

He seemed old as a child, seemed old as a teen, and now, as a young lady, he still seemed old. He had to be old because he was older than her father when she started, she remembered that for certain, but looking at him with a lady who was probably his mother she got a sense of scale.

He was a man of indeterminate age. By his appearance he could have been no more than 40, but something far older stood behind him, almost out of sight, lurking in his shadow. Older than her grandfather and younger than her father. Strange, and yet sexy as hell.

Ben looked like he was about to start with some witty remark, some dark and stolen poetry, something to shock his audience, but was brought up short.

"Kalrack," said Mr. Vrolok, almost mockingly, in a voice that hinted at far, far away buried under long years of English. A voice used to command obedience. "Leave us. Hunt your prey elsewhere."

Ben, Kalrack, stopped and stared, then bowed and backed away.

Mr. Vrolok nodded approval at an unheard question and smiled, a somewhat chilling smile, as Nicole stood and watched her overly possessive fellow gamer and date for the evening walk away without her. Ben hadn't gotten far when another young lady, almost a teen and presumably one of the daughters though Nicole could not recall her, detached from the shadow and attached herself to Ben's arm. She was dressed up as something like a teen princess and, while young and beautiful, the look did not suit the way she carried herself. All the same Ben continued on contented, as though he did not notice the discrepancy or the change in girls he travelled with. Or perhaps he did not care; smitten by the vision of youthful loveliness clinging to his arm as he wandered off.

Nicole could see through the illusion, but only for a moment before the girl dropped into her role by slouching and leaning into Ben. Then the two walked away from her attention as Mr. Vrolok spoke.

"I know far too much about what your young man worships. I assure you it is not as glorious as you both imagine. Do not worry over much about your friend. She just wants to play act at being something... different for a while.

"Please, seat yourself my dear."

He had stood with far too much grace for the speed at which he had moved and now held the back of the chair into which Nicole found herself sitting. Comfortable, but confused, Nicole looked to the old lady for a confirmation of sorts. A confirmation of what Nicole had no idea.

But the lady smiled as she took a sip from her nearly empty cup of coffee. The other cup, Mr. Vrolok's cup was still full, untouched and undisturbed as Mr. Vrolok re-seated himself. In part of Nicole's mind alarm bells were ringing. The classic line resurfaced from the depths of her memory.

"I do not drink... wine."

Mr. Vrolok looked at his elderly companion and smiled sadly.

"How much longer Gail?"

"Weeks at best Ernie. God willing I'll pass in my sleep before it gets much worse. Cancer, Nicole," she said as she turned her smile onto Nicole. "Don't worry, the reaper gets most of us sooner or later."

"His mother?" Nicole asked Gail.

"No. A valued companion through the torment of long years," replied Mr. Vrolok as Gail laughed.

And Nicole saw what Gail was: something like a call girl. A young lady comforting a tired, elderly man despite the contrary appearance. A cup of coffee had been placed before Nicole by one of the ubiquitous and beautiful daughters and she drank slowly to calm herself. This was her interview of sorts. An invitation to a position with an old family. An exciting position. "Very exciting" said parts of her body as she looked into Mr. Vrolok's dark eyes.

"I have found, as the years progressed without me, that I prize a companionship that much more when I know it to be fleeting," began Mr. Vrolok.

Nicole didn't see much of Ben again, not during the day at least, but Mr. Vrolok filled her days. She went to school and learned about the world. Sometimes at night or when overcast he taught her about the other world - what wasn't to be found in books. She learned history and philosophy, poetry and writing, art and architecture. A classical education mixed with her modern one providing an understanding of the world unmatched among her peers. She could converse on virtually all topics and for hours on end and she did so with Ernie; always wishing that he could give her more than just intellectual stimulation.

In time she became a teacher, married, and bore children. Things that took time away from her friend, but he was always her friend. In time she passed on, but only after she made sure that Mr. Vrolok had a new friend worthy of him.

Edit: removed the more glaring mistakes

[flibinite]

Wow, Bill... A wonderful bit of business there... sad (to me) and vague, yet very clear.  An excellent conceit, something new to my mind, that stunned me a bit as I kept waiting for the sexual hook that never came.  I loved the long "epilogue" that was stated in so few words.

I wrote a story for school once, totally based on the S & G song, "Old Friends".  I still think it's about the saddest song I've ever heard, and was something that laid a sweet melancholia over your story as I read it.

Memorable, and I truly enjoyed it, Bill, and congratulations.   

         Jo

[Ms Myrrh]

Since Jo didn't mention the spelling and grammar errors I won't, either.

It was good.  Almost too short, which means it's just long enough.  I liked the subtlety of it, how you didn't talk down to your reader.  I felt like I was reading a little puzzle box and got to see if I could unlock it before you revealed all.

Plus, it was a vampire story without the baroque trappings.  That can be hard to do but you did it well.

-M

[Geo]

Reading it again after a break I find that I can be horrified enough for two or three at the punctuation and I know I'm not seeing all of it. Will fix, but later. Homework commands my attention.



Baroque... That was a Spanish sailing ship, yes?

[Pug]

Reading it again after a break I find that I can be horrified enough for two or three at the punctuation and I know I'm not seeing all of it. Will fix, but later. Homework commands my attention.



Baroque... That was a Spanish sailing ship, yes?

And when Drake was done with it, it was really Baroque . .

[flibinite]

I brought up the mp3 player about an hour ago, and wouldn't you know it... "Old Friends" was the first song that came up, which just about killed me. 

And though it won't mean a thing to anyone that doesn't know how the song goes, I decided to do this for me, and for Ernie and Nicole.

Old friends, old friends,
He needed someone to be with
Someone to share all his loves
All of his passions
And his feelings...just and old friend

Old friends... never partaking, but still friends
Laughing and arguing, waiting for the sunset
Thoughts and opinions, trading their lives
Sharing their dreams, with each other, just like old friends

I can imagine them years from today,
Both of them trying not to cry
How terribly sad that she has to die

Old friends...Nicole and Ernie together,
He only knows that he'll miss her.

          Jo

[Geo]

Crom. I wonder if I picked up that song as a kid from my mom or something and it's been bouncing around ever since.

[j_mac]

Flibinte, I'm going to look that song up.

As usual, very poetic.

Bloody, its like i was built to be a fan of stuff!

[Geo]

Body over mind

A too long Flash by William Pratt

Gary spotted the fine looking lady through the mist and flashing lights coming from the dance floor about the same time she noticed him. God he loved these places; with his unusual ability to make people feel what he wanted them to he easily got new pussy every night. Sometimes in batches. He turned off the work he'd been doing on the pretty little blonde that was cooing on his arm and let her go. The generously sculpted brunette was going to be tonight's take.

She was something special. After teasing her a few times when he caught her looking, he found that he just couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her look, the way she moved under his pleasure assault, everything about her screamed wild in the sack; that she was his special girl. He picked up his drink, took a sip to steady an odd bit of nervousness - imagine that; he was totally in control and he felt nervous - and started over to the special lady; all the while turning up the babe's sensation level. She was wriggling in her seat, practically writhing as he sat down, introduced himself and asked her name.

"Anne," she gasped. That was a very sexy gasp and he felt himself responding. Girl like this deserved the very best so he moved in close, turned up the heat some more and triggered her orgasm as his lips met hers. And then he was flying. Unbelievable. Anne lived up to all of the fevered imaginings that powered his cock since the moment he saw her. It was like everything he knew was telling him that she was perfect; that making love to her was right and good and all he ever wanted to do.

Tonight was going to be special, even for a jaded tomcat like him, as he started to... Holy cow. He was about to strip the girl and fuck her in a dance club.

"Fuck it." He jacked the pleasure all the way up and just went with it.

[Geo]

Mind Over Body

Another too long Flash by William Pratt


Anne spotted her treat for tonight at the bar making time with a squirming blonde. Judging by the way the girl was acting, either she was a bimbo or her date was pretty good. The impressions she saw in the girl's mind weren't those of a slut, but they were getting pretty close as the guy felt her up. The backwash of blondie's emotions were even making her wet - this chick was on fire. For Anne that settled it. This... Gary was coming home with her tonight. Maybe he'd even keep her entertained for a few days. Anne almost missed the days when she could be satisfied by the same guy for a whole week, but there were always more guys.

She met his eye, the best way to make a solid connection from afar, and started to push his desires around - a desire for her; his special girl. He had a nice mind, oddly structured and playing in it was giving her a rare thrill. It was both fun and easy to separate him from the blonde, but, even after she was done the heavy work, every time she caught his eye for another soft nudge felt a jolt explode in her body. After the third contact gave her a near orgasm she dropped all subtlety.

'Come to me. I will satisfy your every desire. Submit to my will and come to me.'

His look was intense, his desire enormous and it washed back into her like nothing she'd ever felt before. She couldn't sit still, couldn't break the connection, or stem the flow coming back up the channel. She closed her eyes and let her mind and body work the overload out of her system with the relaxation techniques she'd mastered while learning to unleash her power safely.

"Evening miss. My name's Gary. Is this seat taken?"

She shook her head frantically. She couldn't relax. There was something about Gary. 'The closer he got the better it felt. Oh to have him inside me; that would be the ultimate...'

"Anne" she sighed out when he asked her name. The heat burned faster and hotter as he moved closer and then his lips touched and she let go of everything. Her need poured out and into him. It was a cycle - the higher she got the more she broadcast and the higher he became and fed back into her. It was all perfect, so perfect. She had to get him out of the club. Get them out of the club. Had to make love.

Make love. Nothing else mattered.

[Geo]

Body over Mind: Conclusion? Draw.

Something short enough to be a Flash, but wouldn't make a lot of sense as one by William Pratt

Harry smiled as the lovers feasted upon each other's bodies with a total lack of inhibitions. He'd been trying to wanting to get these two together for weeks and push them into taking each other out.

"No one poaches pussy and cock on my turf," he mumbled to himself before spotting the visibly still aroused blonde his unwary nemesis had been working on earlier sliding through the crowd towards the washrooms he positioned himself by. 'Well hello there blondie. Still wet are we? Let's see how hot you can get without any inhibitions holding you back...'

"Hello Miss. Hello, hello and hel Och..."

"Prick." spat Julie as she walked past the winded and doubled over pervert. She looked at her still clenched fist and wondered what gave her the guts to finally punch out a bathroom freak. "What the hell. I'm on a roll."

She grabbed some complete stranger and hauled the guy into the washroom with her.

[flibinite]

Great stuff, Bill... an old standard, "Neither knows the other is as powerful as they" plotline, but done almost exactly right (to me) with that neat little bit of confusion at the end.  My guess... Harry doesn't have any power at all; that he's simply jealous and thinks he does.  Did I get that right, or did I mis-interpret, as seems to be my wont lately?

Needless, I enjoyed your "double with a twist" story, Bill.   

        Jo

[Geo]

I think I tried to crush Harry's part too much. Not only did the second paragraph contain a very messy sentence, but I don't think that it said what I wanted it to say. And if I was going to change that then, well, you know how the ball just starts rolling.

Body over Mind: Conclusion? Draw. (take 2)

Something short enough to be a Flash, but wouldn't make a lot of sense as one by William Pratt

Harry smiled as the lovers feasted upon each other's bodies with a total lack of inhibitions. He'd been trying to, wanting to, get these two together for weeks and give them a push into taking each other out. This was much better than he expected though.

"No one poaches pussy and cock on my turf," he mumbled to himself before spotting his next bed partner.

The still visibly aroused blonde his unwary nemesis had been working on earlier was sliding through the crowd towards his net at the washrooms. 'Well hello there blondie. Feeling a little wet are we? Let's see how hot you can get without any inhibitions holding you back...'

Harry concentrated on visualizing the little on/off switch in her head, flipped it mentally, and watched. He never got tired of shudder and the look that ran across people's faces as the desires of their id were freed. Harry saw the girl's horny, animalistic smile and stepped between her and the bathroom door.

"Hello Miss. Hello, hello and hel Och..."

"Prick." spat Julie as she walked past the winded and doubled over pervert. She looked at her still clenched fist and wondered what gave her the guts to finally punch out a bathroom freak. Probably the pathetic wannabe British accent, but after getting jilted by Gary it just felt good do deck the little sleaze.

"What the hell," she said looking at some good looking complete stranger before hauling the guy into the washroom with her. "I'm on a roll."

[Writerzblocked]

Here's one for goober...

Identity Theft

"Damn, Bob, that's not just freakin' bizarre, it's the fucking damndest thing I ever saw."  Hank stared at the two figures sitting stiffly on the sofa. "I know you been goin' gonzo since Joyce decided to split on ya, but this..."

He leaned over and rubbed his hand down the cheek of the blonde one. "Damned if that don't just feel spooky. Where'd ya say you got 'em from?  My cousin told me about that site on the web where you could get one of those fancy two-thousand dollar ones, the one's made out of the realistic stuff..."

"Believe me, they cost plenty more than two grand each," Bob smiled. "My uncle near N'awlins made 'em for me."

Hank bent down to get a closer look. "Hell, this one's even got Darla's green eyes."  He turned back to Bob, expectantly.  "Can I touch their titties?"

Bob chuckled. "Sure, it's not like they're gonna complain."  He grinned as his best friend leaned down further and slowly ran his fingers across the top of one of "Darla's" boobs.  "Damn, Hank, it's not like she's gonna bite," he laughed.

"Oh, uh, yeah," Hank's face paled a bit. "It's just that it seems so...you know..."

"Realistic?"

Hank squeezed one of her nipples between his finger and thumb.  "Well, yeah, that too."  He sat down on the couch beside the feminine forms on the couch. "But mainly, like I said before, it just feels kinda spooky, what with how I known 'em both for goin' on twenty years now."  He poked a finger into the bouncy firmness around her aureole.

"Geez, Hank, don't be a wimp!" Bob grinned and plopped down on the other side of the couch. He reached over to "Joyce" and slapped at one of her boobies, causing it to flop back and forth a few times.  "They don't complain, hell, they don't even show the bruises!"

Hank bit his lower lip and hesitated a moment.  "Do they...taste real?" 

"Hell, go ahead and try 'em," Bob laughed and got up. "I'll go out back to the truck and get the beer."

The tall Texan adjusted himself nervously on the couch as one eye watched his friend leave the room.  His other eye was glued right between "Darla's" slightly open legs.  "Damn shame," he whispered beneath his breath as he thought back to growing up with her.  "Heck, you practically screwed every guy on the football team in high school." Now she done decided she was a lesbo all along and ran off with her best friend to live in San Francisco with the rest of the fairies. "Good thing Bob seems to be taking it so well, 'cause I done expected both of ya to end up in shallow graves somewhere."

He found his lips five inches from hers before he realized he was actually talking to her.  "Damn, you look so fucking real."  He glanced once more towards the back door to make sure Bob wasn't looking through the window, then he ran his fingers down between her thighs...

Seeing how he'd only touched two women down there before, Hank wasn't an expert, but "Damned, if that don't feel real," he whispered, then took one last peek at the back window before pressing his lips hard against hers.  After a moment, he drew back and brought a hand to his face.  "Fucking pathetic, Hank Horton, that's what you are." He practically spat out the words.  Then he settled back on the sofa to wait for Bob to get back with the beer.

A few minutes later, Bob shuffled through the screen door with an ice chest full of Lone Star.  He sat it down on the kitchen table, grabbed out a few and walked over to the sofa.  "Damn, Hank, you've had a hard on for Darla since the seventh grade, I figured you'd be all over her by now."  As he handed Hank the beer, he noticed his buddy's face was getting pretty red. "Oh, geez, c'mon, Hank, don't be such a pussy!"

"You know I ain't no pussy, Bob," he took a swig, "it's just that it don't feel right."

"C'mon now, you tell me you don't have a boner right now?"  Hank sat down on the far side of the sofa again.  "Just look at her, Hank, she's practically beggin' for you," he laughed. "Her little lips are apart and I bet if you stick a finger down in her she'll even get wet."

"Oh, geez," Hank took another swig, "I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Ah, damn, you ARE a fucking pussy!"  Bob let out a long and hearty laugh, then he knelt down in front of "Joyce," grabbed a leg in each hand and spread them, placing each foot on the edge of the inn table in front of the sofa.  "Hell, look at the way these legs just stay exactly where they need to be to give 'em a good fucking!"  Hank closed one eye and looked nervously at his friend as Bob took the open end of his half-empty beer bottle and placed it near "Joyce's" bushy pussy hole.

"Damn, Bob, that's just gross," he said, but Bob noticed he didn't turn away as he shoved the bottle up and in.

"No, she really loves a good longneck, don't you, honey?" Bob chuckled as he reached his free hand up, grabbed a handful of hair and smiled as she nodded in agreement. "See, she loves it!"  After pushing the bottle in and out a few times, he brought it up to his lips and took another swig. "Ahh, pussy and beer, it don't get any better'n this!"

Hank started to get up, then paused as his eyes were once again drawn between "Darla's" legs.  Bob set his bottle down on the table and reached over to grab one of Hank's arms. "I'm serious, it even TASTES like pussy down there!" 

"That's...that don't seem likely," Hank tried halfheartedly to pull away, but his eyes stayed glued to "Darla's" bush.

Bob let go of his arm and reached for his beer again. "Not that YOU'D know anything about how pussy tastes."

The taller man started to say something, then settled for taking another swig.  "Hey, I stuck a finger down there while you were outside," he mumbled, finally. "But it just felt too..."

"Pussy," Bob taunted again. "I bet you even fucking KISSED her too."

"It felt TOO real, okay," Hank shouted back and reached for his hat on the way out. "It felt like she was looking at me."

"Hell, man, that's the best fucking part, isn't it honey?" he laughed as he smacked "Joyce" hard across the cheek.

Hank stopped in the doorway.  "Damn, I think you really need to have a talk with the preacher or someone."

Bob emptied his bottle, then turned to his friend with fire in his eyes. "No, I take that back, Hank. The best part is that when you screw 'em in the ass with no lube, these itty bitty teardrops run right down their cute little cheeks."

"And she'll be here whenever you want her!" Bob laughed as the lanky man ducked under the door frame.  The screen door slammed behind him, but it wasn't NEARLY loud enough.

"And, believe me, you'll want her!"

[Dark_Victory]

Ooooh.  Way fucked up.  I like.

[Ms Myrrh]

Me?  I'm rooting for Hank.

Nice story.  Well done.  Good timing.  Beer bottle fetish?  Didn't know I had one 'til now.  It's just so... so... cold and evil.

-M

[flibinite]

Umm... well-written story, WZB, with a story conceit well worthy of the MC Twilight Zone - Darkness on the Edge of Town home DVD.  Not sure if it's erotic at all, or even MC, come to think of it, but as a stand-alone horror story, it's really excellent.

        Jo

[Writerzblocked]

Well, if there's one thing I've discovered in my time writing porn, it's that you never know what someone will find "erotic."

Take your typical "turned into a robot or living doll" story for instance...

Anyway, I needed something more wordy to combine with my other flashes to make Simon's word count...

---should send it all in this week---

WZB

[cj]

WZB,

     Not my particular kink either, but I thought it was very nicely done.  Twisted stuff, executed with a deft enough touch to be entertaining if not arousing.  Nice work,

cj

[flibinite]

I was listening to some of my more funky mp3's last night, heard this song, and thought I might try something.  This is in memory of Michelle's and Arch's great music writing contest.

There are all different kinds of MC... intended or unintended...

Priorities

2, 7, 5, 4, 8 she watched
She said all added up to zero
And nothing in her head
She turns and turns
And she hopes the soaps
Are for real - she learns
That it ain’t true, nope
But she won’t survive
And rather die than lie
Falls a fool for some dude, on the tube
I don’t think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin’ for that hero

She watch channel zero...

"No, no, Bobbi.  I didn't say that!  I just said that I thought Roger wasn't smart enough for me," Carol said into the phone, interrupting her friend for the tenth time.  "I'm no rocket scientist, but I'm certainly smarter than that.  Besides, I'm still hanging in there with Alan, even though..."  She stopped, leaving the implication hanging, then listened to her friend rattle on about sex not being everything.

"I don't know.  Maybe I'll give Roger another shot anyway, 'cause he's pretty good-lookin' and treats me okay and all.  But still..."  Carol glanced up at the wall clock, and interrupted Bobbi for the eleventh time.  "Whoa, whoa, I gotta go, Bobbi.  My shows are coming on.  Yeah, I love you, too.  Talk at you later, hun.  Bye for now."

She put the phone down in its cradle, already on the move to the TV set.  She flicked in on, got it to the right channel and walked over to the recliner.  She snatched up her lemonade and took a sip, her mouth a bit dry.  After kicking off her sandals, she sat down and settled into it to watch her favorite soap opera, "A Chance to Live".

They should start with Ricky and Karen.  That's who everyone wants to see, she thought.  But she also knew that they knew that, and would hold their scenes for later in today's episode, just to keep everyone watching.  Bastards!  I bet I know who they'll start with...

Crud!  I was right.  It's that whorebitch, Teresa, and that slimy creep, Axle.  He'd be kinda cute if he didn't slick his hair down like that all the time.  Oh great, they talking about their plans to drive Veronica insane again.  Don't they know that her husband is the Rock of Gibraltar for her?  They'll never break her down unless they get him out of the picture, somehow. 

She took a sip of her lemonade, fingering the remote, wondering if she should shoot over to "The Depths of Despair" for a minute and see if Elgin was on.  What a stud he was.

Wait.  No...  They had switched to Gladys and Erin.  She loved the mother/daughter tension between them, having much the same with her own mother.  She just wants to live her own life free and clear of you, Gladys, dang it!  Can't you see that?  Can't you just give her the room to live her own life?  Times are different than when you were her age.  For crying out loud, would you cut her some slack.  Lots of women sleep around now.  That doesn't mean they're sluts or anything.  It just means we have needs the same as the guys.

As the two of them fought, neither of them seeming to hear what the other was saying, Carol found herself clenching her glass so tightly that her fingers hurt.  She sighed and loosened her grip as the scene ended with nothing resolved... again.  She groaned as the nearly interminable commercials started. 

After the fourth one, another ad for Levetra (she wondered if she should bring that up with Alan again, not wanting to push him too hard.  Push hard... it was to laugh sometimes), she found her heart beginning to pound a bit, wondering if the next scene would have her sweetie.

Yess... yes.  Ricky and Karen!  Ohh, I love that scruff on him.  I wish someone would sit outside my house to make sure I was safe all night.  What's wrong with you, Karen?  Can't you see how great he is, how much he loves you?  He has lips to die for, and look at those eyes.  Clarence is gone, and he's not coming back, for god's sake. Grab what's in front of you. 

Carol didn't even realize she had shifted position in her chair, that she was leaning back with her legs spread, sliding a thumb up and down over her right nipple through her clothes.

He wants to kiss you, you idiot!  Give him an opening... step closer to him... something!  Carol was stroking her breast faster now, panting a bit, thinking she saw Karen starting to weaken before the onslaught of Ricky's genuine concern for her and his incredible attractiveness.

That's it!  Closer... keep your hands down.  Oh fuck, he's going to do it.  Carol had set her glass down on the table next to her chair, her now free hand moving between her thighs.  Ohh, yes, kiss her, you hunk, you.  That's it. Carol was rubbing herself now, pressing and stroking her pussy through her pants, imagining that it was her that Ricky was in love with, was kissing so hard.

Oh god.  He's going to do it.  He's going to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.  She was grinding the heel of her hand hard against her crotch now, pulling and tugging at her nipple, barely able to see the screen through her own building arousal.  She groaned as he did pick Karen up, still kissing her passionately.  She worked her own wet pussy faster and harder, so close now.

There was a knock at the door to the den, a muffled voice calling through it, "Hey, Mom?"

Oh, shit.  "What!" she yelled out, pulling her hands away from herself in anger and frustration.

"Leanne and I are hungry.  Are you going to make us some lunch?" she heard through the door.

Dammit!  I'm always getting interrupted during the summer.  "I'll be out in a couple of minutes, Jared.  Just hold your horses."

"Okay, Mom.  We were just wondering."

Carol sighed, Ricky disappearing up the stairs with the almost unworthy Karen, her own mood broken, trying to suppress her anger.  Another twenty seconds and I would have cum.  Crud!

Jared was thirteen now, Leanne eleven.  Certainly they were old enough to open a can of Spaghetti-O's and throw them in a pot.  That's all she was going to do, anyway.

She sat there simmering, barely taking note of how handsome David and Kyle were as they sat in the restaurant discussing how they would cover David's embezzlement from the bank.  She liked Ricky best of all, would probably just pass out if he showed up on her doorstep someday.  But why couldn't Roger or Alan be as dynamic as either David or Kyle?  They were criminals, to be sure, but at least they had a dangerous edge; at least they were bold and always looking for ways to get what they wanted.

Okay... Almost intermission.  If I hurry I can get their lunch heated and done before they show Ricky and Karen in afterglow. Carol sighed, wishing that the FCC wasn't such a bunch of unrealistic prudes.  Men and women had sex all the time.  It was a natural thing, a needful thing.

Besides, for most of the year all the kids were in school during the day, and had less access to the television than even at midnight.

Idiots, she thought, as the scene in the restaurant ended.  She quickly climbed out of her chair and rushed to the kitchen to get her children their lunch.


Troublevision for a sister
'Cause I know she don’t know, I quote
Her brains retrained
By a 24-inch remote
Revolution a solution
For all of our children
But her children
Don’t mean as much as the show, I mean
Watch her worship the screen, and fiend
For a TV ad
And it just makes me mad
I don’t think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin’ for that hero

She watch channel zero...

       "She Watch Channel Zero"  -  Public Enemy

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          Jo

[Geo]

Let's see if I got this right:
She is controlled by her perceptions of the TV life style?
Her TV is her master by choice?

If this is correct then I know too many people like this already. If not then you are being to subtle for me.

[flibinite]

Geo - Thanks for reading and commenting.  You asked:

She is controlled by her perceptions of the TV life style?

Yes, but in a broader sense, she is controlled by her own fantasies, by her own hopes for the perfect life, especially sexually.  And unlike myself, who can do this all in her head, her imagination is such that she needs the outside input and influence of her "shows" to give her what she seeks.

Her TV is her master by choice?

Who's to say, really, Geo.  She's a bit like all of us that have particular fetishes and dreams.  Watching her shows, and imagining such things could actually be real, could happen for her in her own life (She liked Ricky best of all, would probably just pass out if he showed up on her doorstep someday), is something that she apparently needs at this point in her life, something that makes her happy.

Did she choose this?  The obvious answer is "yes", as it was her decision to walk over and turn on the TV.  Did she have any choice about whether she decided "yes"?  Based on her reaction to her son's interruption, I would say no.

I'm sure there are a ton of people like this, whether their "master" is the TV, the internet, porno magazines, etc..  It's sad, but it's human... what are you going to do?

Thanks again, Geo.   

          Jo

[Michelle]

I was listening to some of my more funky mp3's last night, heard this song, and thought I might try something.  This is in memory of Michelle's and Arch's great music writing contest.

Thank you. But my co-host was Mr Jay! Arch did contribute one of my very favorite stories in the event - Africa

There are all different kinds of MC... intended or unintended...

Good premise

Priorities

2, 7, 5, 4, 8 she watched
She said all added up to zero
And nothing in her head
She turns and turns
And she hopes the soaps
Are for real - she learns
That it ain’t true, nope
But she won’t survive
And rather die than lie
Falls a fool for some dude, on the tube
I don’t think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin’ for that hero

She watch channel zero...

I'm right there with you my sista. :::Wishing I could get back all those soap opera viewing hours ... well, some of them.:::

"No, no, Bobbi.  I didn't say that!  I just said that I thought Roger wasn't smart enough for me," Carol said into the phone, interrupting her friend for the tenth time.  "I'm no rocket scientist, but I'm certainly smarter than that.  Besides, I'm still hanging in there with Alan, even though..."  She stopped, leaving the implication hanging, then listened to her friend rattle on about sex not being everything.

I think it would be cool if she compared them to her favorite soap characters. Saying so-and so is smarter because he's a doctor. Maybe getting defensive at her sister's comment that he's just an actor playing a doctor. I know you do something similar later on.

She put the phone down in its cradle, already on the move to the TV set.  She flicked in on, got it to the right channel and walked over to the recliner.  She snatched up her lemonade and took a sip, her mouth a bit dry.  After kicking off her sandals, she sat down and settled into it to watch her favorite soap opera, "A Chance to Live".

They should start with Ricky and Karen.  That's who everyone wants to see, she thought.  But she also knew that they knew that, and would hold their scenes for later in today's episode, just to keep everyone watching.  Bastards!  I bet I know who they'll start with...

Crud!  I was right.  It's that whorebitch, Teresa, and that slimy creep, Axle.  He'd be kinda cute if he didn't slick his hair down like that all the time.  Oh great, they talking about their plans to drive Veronica insane again.  Don't they know that her husband is the Rock of Gibraltar for her?  They'll never break her down unless they get him out of the picture, somehow. 

She took a sip of her lemonade, fingering the remote, wondering if she should shoot over to "The Depths of Despair" for a minute and see if Elgin was on.  What a stud he was.

Wait.  No...  They had switched to Gladys and Erin.  She loved the mother/daughter tension between them, having much the same with her own mother.  She just wants to live her own life free and clear of you, Gladys, dang it!  Can't you see that?  Can't you just give her the room to live her own life?  Times are different than when you were her age.  For crying out loud, would you cut her some slack.  Lots of women sleep around now.  That doesn't mean they're sluts or anything.  It just means we have needs the same as the guys.

As the two of them fought, neither of them seeming to hear what the other was saying, Carol found herself clenching her glass so tightly that her fingers hurt.  She sighed and loosened her grip as the scene ended with nothing resolved... again.  She groaned as the nearly interminable commercials started.

Some of her thoughts are really great and realistic if you're a soap watcher, and a little too fixated. (It's that whorebitch, Teresa, and that slimy creep, Axle.) Others seem clunky - that whole mother/daughter part would have worked better for me if it was less heavyhanded about why she related to it so much. I think it should have been more implied. One of the keys to someone that is escaping into this world is somewhat of a sense of denial.

After the fourth one, another ad for Levetra (she wondered if she should bring that up with Alan again, not wanting to push him too hard.  Push hard... it was to laugh sometimes),

Funny.

she found her heart beginning to pound a bit, wondering if the next scene would have her sweetie.

Yess... yes.  Ricky and Karen!  Ohh, I love that scruff on him.  I wish someone would sit outside my house to make sure I was safe all night.  What's wrong with you, Karen?  Can't you see how great he is, how much he loves you?  He has lips to die for, and look at those eyes.  Clarence is gone, and he's not coming back, for god's sake. Grab what's in front of you. 

Carol didn't even realize she had shifted position in her chair, that she was leaning back with her legs spread, sliding a thumb up and down over her right nipple through her clothes.

He wants to kiss you, you idiot!  Give him an opening... step closer to him... something!  Carol was stroking her breast faster now, panting a bit, thinking she saw Karen starting to weaken before the onslaught of Ricky's genuine concern for her and his incredible attractiveness.

That's it!  Closer... keep your hands down.  Oh fuck, he's going to do it.  Carol had set her glass down on the table next to her chair, her now free hand moving between her thighs.  Ohh, yes, kiss her, you hunk, you.  That's it. Carol was rubbing herself now, pressing and stroking her pussy through her pants, imagining that it was her that Ricky was in love with, was kissing so hard.

Oh god.  He's going to do it.  He's going to pick her up and carry her to the bedroom.  She was grinding the heel of her hand hard against her crotch now, pulling and tugging at her nipple, barely able to see the screen through her own building arousal.  She groaned as he did pick Karen up, still kissing her passionately.  She worked her own wet pussy faster and harder, so close now.

This girl loves her soaps!

There was a knock at the door to the den, a muffled voice calling through it, "Hey, Mom?"

Oh, shit.  "What!" she yelled out, pulling her hands away from herself in anger and frustration.

"Leanne and I are hungry.  Are you going to make us some lunch?" she heard through the door.

Dammit!  I'm always getting interrupted during the summer.  "I'll be out in a couple of minutes, Jared.  Just hold your horses."

"Okay, Mom.  We were just wondering."

Carol sighed, Ricky disappearing up the stairs with the almost unworthy Karen, her own mood broken, trying to suppress her anger.  Another twenty seconds and I would have cum.  Crud!

Jared was thirteen now, Leanne eleven.  Certainly they were old enough to open a can of Spaghetti-O's and throw them in a pot.  That's all she was going to do, anyway.

Good. I know people like this. I think it would be good to mention perhaps make him an age where mom would still responsible for lunch. At someone younger child wanting lunch causes a different reaction in the reader than a 13 year old might - he can get his own!  It would show that she really was off in her own world. If he were younger I would definitely do a "Leanne and me."

She sat there simmering, barely taking note of how handsome David and Kyle were as they sat in the restaurant discussing how they would cover David's embezzlement from the bank.  She liked Ricky best of all, would probably just pass out if he showed up on her doorstep someday.  But why couldn't Roger or Alan be as dynamic as either David or Kyle?  They were criminals, to be sure, but at least they had a dangerous edge; at least they were bold and always looking for ways to get what they wanted.

Okay.  Intermission.  If I hurry I can get their lunch heated and done before they show Ricky and Karen in afterglow. Carol sighed, wishing that the FCC wasn't such a bunch of unrealistic prudes.  Men and women had sex all the time.  It was a natural thing, a needful thing.

LOL, needful thing made me think of Stephen King. I think there WAS a somewhat similar character in Needful Things, but I can't recall for sure.

Besides, for most of the year all the kids were in school during the day, and had less access to the television than even at midnight.

Idiots, she thought, as the scene in the restaurant ended.  She quickly climbed out of her chair and rushed to the kitchen to get her children their lunch.


Troublevision for a sister
'Cause I know she don’t know, I quote
Her brains retrained
By a 24-inch remote
Revolution a solution
For all of our children
But her children
Don’t mean as much as the show, I mean
Watch her worship the screen, and fiend
For a TV ad
And it just makes me mad
I don’t think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin’ for that hero

She watch channel zero...

       "She Watch Channel Zero"  -  Public Enemy

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          Jo

Good stuff. I liked how well the story and the song went together! Does Carol have SoapNet?

[Geo]

Yes, but in a broader sense, she is controlled by her own fantasies, by her own hopes for the perfect life, especially sexually.  And unlike myself, who can do this all in her head, her imagination is such that she needs the outside input and influence of her "shows" to give her what she seeks.
...
I'm sure there are a ton of people like this, whether their "master" is the TV, the internet, porno magazines, etc..  It's sad, but it's human... what are you going to do?

A while ago, not long before I decided to start trying to write, I realized something.
By reading on the bus, working for people or studying all day, and then coming home to read more I was skipping out on reality again. I don't think I was dreaming about other people's fantasies, but I wasn't exactly doing much with mine.

Now, because I like still like to steal stuff from other authors on occasion I'll depart as Blankpage would: With a quote from a song.

At the grove I met the rest - the folk of my fantasies
Bilbo, Sparhawk, goblins and pixies
Snowman, Willow, trolls and the seven dwarves
The path goes forever on

Elvenpath - Nightwish

[flibinite]

Thanks, Michelle... good comments all, and most that I actually thought about before making certain decisions, here.  I wrote this between 11:30 and 2 AM last night, and was kinda drunkish.  I only mention that to try to explain my gaffe at saying you and Arch, as I know dang well (sober) that it was you and Jay.  My apologies to Jay, if he's still around, and to Arch and you.  I hate making obvious errors like that.  

Just so you know, I've never watched soap operas at all really.  Maybe a half-hour here or there, or having them on with no sound, waiting to see if I, er...any of the female leads suddenly became damsels-in-distress.  So thank you for the comments that some of this sounded real.

I thought about comparing Roger and Alan to soap opera characters in the opening para, but didn't, 1) because I thought that was a bit heavy-handed so early in the story, and 2) because I was going to be mentioning a lot of characters names later in the story, and didn't want them all to run together.  But I did think about doing exactly what you said, Michelle.

Then you're right, I turned around and got a bit "too much" about Gladys/Erin and how it related to Carol's own life.  I wanted to keep up the idea that she was constantly considering written out scripts and actors to be equivalent to her real world, but overdid that a bit, yes.  Especially considering she intimated that it matched her own life, not that it was better.  I also used it to indicate that Carol slept around, which I probably didn't need, given the first paragraph.

As to the kid's ages, like the first para I thought less was more here.  I seriously thought about making them 9 and 7, or even 7 and 5, but I didn't want to bludgeon the reader with how bad a mother Carol was because of her addictive habit.  God knows I wanted to make them quite young, to really make the reader go "what a creep she is", but thought that was too big.  

Truthfully, and sillily, what finally made the decision for me was I simply didn't have the stomach to leave Jared and Leanne in such a crummy situation at such a young age.

Thanks for reading and commenting Michelle, and sorry about the mistake at the start.  I'm not going to change it so that our comments here make sense, and so people can see my mea culpa's here, too.

         Jo