Friday Flash Fiction #16

The Jedi's Slave: Retrospection

Jar Gon held her arm as they stood with the ambassador and Angaa waiting for their ride. His status entitled them to military transportation and, as usual, it was late. The day’s beautiful sunlight turned to rain and, once the car arrived, the young crewman held an umbrella to keep them dry, though he himself was showered on. They settled back in the seat, wiping wetness off their shoes onto the carpet.

“I have a surprise for you tomorrow” he whispered in her ear.

She was puzzled.

“What?”

“We have found an ancient archeology site, from the civilization before the civilization before the civilization before ours – we shall tour it”

She smiled inside – Jedi loved to build complicated sentences.

“Yes, Master. I’m sure I shall enjoy it”

She spent the night watching his body rise and fall with his breathing, trying to understand all she had learned today from Angaa. Did all the women of the sisterhood sense how much she loved this man. She wondered just how far sharing went.

The next day they wandered across a ruined city, carved stone alternating with graceful columns, worn cobblestones, walls of brick, the occasional readable inscription.

“This, my dear was Rome – the center of the world thousands of years ago. A power then like ours today”

An inscription on a doorframe caught her eye

“Et Ego in Arcadia Vixi – what does that mean”

He paused, translating

“Thus passes the glory of the world”

She clung to him.

“I hope not ours…”

Midweek Missed Connection #6

Vivoli Trattoria - w4m (Valencia)

Wish I hadn't been at a business meeting when I saw you at Vivoli today. I could barely concentrate on what I was doing because of your mesmerizing eyes. Not to mention that 1,000 watt smile...

Damn, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate either. What a fox. Looked like a high level bunch of people

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OK – you got me. So what do you do with all those guys?


Marketing. It was a boring offsite lunch to work on a boring new product. What about you?

Freelance photojournalist. Mostly bands and musicians.

Wow – that must be interesting.


Yeah – it pays, sometimes. So want to meet for coffee?

Sure – where?

Coffee Bean – down the street from Vivoli – Tomorrow night.

OK – See you there

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It was crowded and noisy for a casual place. They grinned together through strong black coffee and sticky sugary pastries. He whispered in her ear about maybe coming up to his place, and she had just nodded when his cell went off.

The conversation was terse, and his tension was obvious as he snapped it shut. The smile was gone.

“I – uhh – gotta go. Work”

“OK”

“You know Carlos Baines”

“The lead for Desparate Measures?”

“He just offed himself – I can get there ahead of the cops if I hustle”

He ran and she followed.

“Can I come?”

He shrugged. She jumped into the car. Whatever happened, it would be a long way from her usually boring life.

It was – a very long way.

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Finally - I got a real CL post that matched the optional venue - yay

MMC courtesty of @caseydamnmorgan. See her writeup at

http://www.caseymorgan.org/2009/08/midweek-missed-connection-6/

MfM #40

Watching

I watch you slowly remove
You silk lace and leather
Your falling clothes
Make me the voyeur
Who wants what cannot be his

Why do you dance in front of
An unshaded window
Showing me breasts
I long to suck
And moist femininity
I long to enter
Knowing that I am here
Tormenting me

I dream of throwing open your door
Pressing you to the floor
And taking you
Having my pleasure
Until I am sated

I sigh
You are a beautiful woman
and I will have to wait
'Til I am older
Than twelve

FFF #15

The Jedi's Slave: Awakening

Lara slowly returned to reality.

Angaa asked sharply

“Did you notice anything different?”

Lara thought a minute.

“I felt the strangest thing – I had a sense of… a color almost”

“And what color did you sense”

“Blue, actually”

”Oh thank goodness” Angaa seemed genuinely relieved.

“Your use of Rosewater brought you into a sisterhood which spans eight species. We weren’t sure your mental makeup would allow you to join us”

“What do you mean?”.

“It is similar to the way Jedi exploit the force, but much more gentle and subtle –more suited to a woman. Where a man would clumsily probe your mind, for us that would be an aberration - instead we work on sharing. We share everything. The blue you sensed was the sharing of pleasure”

“Oh – what else is shared”

“If you sensed red, it is the sharing of pain – any pain from a caning to a splinter in your finger. One thing also – you must never reveal our secrets to a male of any species. It is our protection against the cane”

“What else must I learn”

“You will find that you begin to enjoy the touch of a woman as much as a man”

Lara protested – in answer Angaa lifted her up and undressed her, then lay her on the couch. Her hand brushed the side of Lara’s face – then she kissed her. Angaa’s lips, though not human, affected Lara deeply.

“Angaa, I sense a different color – I sense green. What is that?”

“Love”

"Oh"

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@Aphrodite44 noted that she needed to read the backstory to understand a new episode. Unspoken was the fact that it was hard to extract just those episodes in the blog - but it was true. Accordingly I have indexed all the posts to better allow reviewing The Jedi's Slave sequence as well as the other posts

Midweek Missed Connection #5

Angels vs. Indians July 29 - w4m - 24 (Anaheim)

Ok so I feel so silly doing this, but my friend told me I had nothing to lose. I saw you at the angels game you sat right below me and we were in section 311. I had short blonde hair and I was wearing a white shirt and a brown sweater. I smiled at you a few times and you smiled back. I wasn't brave enough to try and talk to you, so I know this is a long shot, but if you see this posting I would love to get to know you. I so feel funny posting this!

After a few emails and then texts we agreed to meet at a local coffee shop – amazingly though we had met 50 miles away in Anaheim we both lived in the same town. She was stand-offish at first – seemed afraid to let go and talk. But as the evening continued she relaxed, finally enough to put her hands on my arms. She was truly beautiful, someone I could really enjoy being with.

I walked her home that night – her apartment was a block away from mine, but I had never seen her in the neighborhood. Not that it mattered. As we stopped in front of her apartment I bent down to kiss her goodnight. Her lips were soft and moist, yielding. She trembled a little.

“Would you like to come up and meet my cat?”

“ Sure”

We walked up the stairs together. It was a beautiful evening...

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It is indeed intersting to take a real person's post and supply my own ending to it. I wonder how she would feel if she ever stumbled across our stories. I have been tempted to send a link, but never have...

Sensual Stories - August 4 version

Together

She sat with three girlfriends
Chatting
Ignoring the boys across the room
Where he leaned with his buddies
Watching her smile
Wondering
He strode 'cross the floor
Boots echoing
Hat in his hand
And he asked her to dance

It had been a long morning
Their friends
Family
Had watched while they vowed
To always be there
For each other
They sat at a table
His unaccustomed suit
Next to her new white gown
Listening to toasts
And roasts
Until the music started
And he asked her to dance

Dinner on the table
He had the perfume of cattle
And horses
The baby had cried 'most all day
Their few moments together gone
When the squalling started again
She broke down in tears
He stepped from the room
Returned in a moment
His deep voice quieting the bundle
On his shoulder
He reached for the radio
Turned it up loud
And he asked her to dance

It had been a good year
The ranch had done well
The hands took care of it all
As they stood together on the deck
Half a world away
Watching the moon on the swells
He was used to the tux
And she to her dress
As the music began
The couples all swayed
And he asked her to dance

Saturday night at the Blue Moon Cafe
Is a mixture of beer and snacks
The occasional fight
And lust. Lets not forget lust
As girls stood in groups
And young guys all watched
Coupling together
To the music
Disease had ravaged her body
But her mind was all there
She enjoyed being part of it all
Then the front man announced a favorite song
And the crowds parted
As he wheeled her out on the floor
There were no dry eyes in the room
As he bent over to kiss her forehead
And he asked her to dance

MfM 39

Goodbye

You swept into my life, little one
A submissive in need of a dominant

We played. Played intensely
I forgot all that was bad in my life
You helped me remember the good I lost

When I met you I was angry
Now I am at peace

When I met you I turned my back on love
Now it is centered

When I met you
I was ready to walk away from my soul mate
Because nothing worked
And I didn't see a path to anything ever working again
Now the way is clear
And I have begun to walk it

You were my pleasure
My joy
And though you may have been the bottom
You taught the top
To remember where true happiness was

You needed the answer to a simple question
How could a woman do that to another woman

You have given happiness to her
Though she will never know you
I will
I will be sad forever
That our time couldn't be
And yet happy
That she and I will grow back together
I hope that is enough
Perhaps that is what true submission is

In the end there was no drama
No ceremony
We just

Disengaged

But I will remember you
I will thank you
And I will think of you

Always