November 29, 2009
Operation: Trim the _____
Tree? Bowl of pine boughs? Front door? Naked man? Whatever you’re trimming this holiday season, the time has come to bring out the shiny balls, blinky lights and scented candles.
I’ve trimmed lots of things in holidays past. A bowl of greens and a coffee table one year, an armchair another year, real trees, fake trees, a window to stand over the gifts. I haven’t always had a tree, but I consider the “trimming” a necessary part of the holiday experience. This year my husband’s already at work setting up the tree but who says I can’t trim a naked man here? And who says you can’t?
FLASH me in comments with all the bare flesh and big red bows you can imagine.
Emily Ryan-Davis writes all kinds of stuff with sex in it (and sometimes without). Watch for her first Liquid Silver release, THIS FIRE, co-authored with Elise Logan, available December 7 as part of the Hearts Afire series.
Filed under: Flash Fiction, SExpressions
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November 29th, 2009 at 9:47 am
Emperess Lai narrowed her eyes at the warrior and three servants at the foot of her dais. “I believe I specified black bows. Not,” she added frostily, “that he’ll have anything from which you can hang them.”
One of the servants paled and immediately dropped to his knees in front of the nude warrior. He claimed the warrior’s soft flesh in his mouth and set to sucking determinedly.
Lai raised an eyebrow and met the warrior’s stare. “If you defy me in this, I will order it removed and stuffed for stiffness. You will stand guard over the royal gifts. Do you understand?”
The warrior shuddered. A flush climbed his throat and he grasped fistfuls of the kneeling servant’s hair.
Lai smiled, satisfied, and ordered the servant with the red bows to fetch black ribbon. Her holiday decorations had to be just right.
November 29th, 2009 at 11:11 am
WElcome aboard the FF train, Emily!
I don’t trim trees at home, but I’ll see if I can come up with something…naughty.
Why don’t I continue your start.
Jor glared at the woman who held him captive. He had tried to tamp down his body’s reaction to the seductive mouth on his needy prick, but being deprived of sex for three weeks had sapped his resistance. Any mouth even from a sharp toothed dorang would have brought him shuddering and erect.
Only Lei’s mouth would release his inner power.
And with that bow tied to his aching cock, there was little chance that she would untie it the way he wanted her to: with her teeth and tongue.
He growled low in his throat.
“Did you say something, Jor?”
“Yes. Come here and untie this damn bow.”
“Not yet. That black ribbon will make you completely under my control. Wait. You will be glad you gave yourself to me.”
November 29th, 2009 at 3:37 pm
Cool flashing, ladies. Let me see if I can find someone….er something…that needs trimming. lol!
November 29th, 2009 at 3:44 pm
The Early Christmas Present
Bah Humbug! He was so sick of all the fa-la-la crap. And it started earlier and earlier every year. Thanksgiving was barely over and already Christmas decorations were up. Hell, they’d been up since Halloween. He shoved open the door of his apartment and deposited his luggage next to the closet. Stripping off his coat and tie, he flung them towards the vicinity of the couch and strode towards his bedroom. He hated traveling during the holiday season, he thought to himself as he shoved open his bedroom door. Whining babies, bratty kids, and complaining adults-it was enough to…whoa! His eyes widened at the sight of the naked…well, nearly naked woman in his bed. Long dark hair and big blue eyes peeped up at him. A red satin ribbon wound strategically over her curvaceous body, barely covering the strategic areas. Those blue eyes blinked at him nervously and a tentative smile tilted up the red lipsticked mouth. Wait a minute. He knew those eyes…that mouth. Oh, my God. It was…”Katie?” he gulped.
November 29th, 2009 at 7:19 pm
Bows, black or red, in all the right places!
Fun and HAWT flashes, Emily, Jeanne and Jolie!
November 29th, 2009 at 7:20 pm
Decorating the Marble Statue
I
11:11:11 PM flashed on the digital clock. “Oh great.” Sabrina expelled an aggravated breath. Once again, eleven had her number as in seeing them nearly everyday, even several times a day. “Yeah, yeah, enlightenment. A new spiritual age.” She rolled her eyes. “I need a new damn life. Not some nebulous promise of a better world.” Grabbing up the box of outdoor Christmas decorations, she stared down at the contents for a moment. “If this isn’t just plain stupid. Decorating a statue,” she muttered. Still, it was her job and she’d do it to the best of her creative ability.
II
Sabrina loved her aunt. Occasionally, though, Aunt Beatrice was nuttier than a fruitcake. However, Sabrina found it easier to just go along with whatever little insanity her aunt decided on. Tromping toward the lovely french doors, she swung open the one she’d unlocked and walked out into the cold night. The wind buffeted her face briskly and she shivered as she moved down the low flowing steps into her aunt’s enormous elaborate garden. During winter the plants were festive. Small pines trees and artfully arranged bushes with red berries lined the main path. Other foliage offered the birds a feast.
III
There it was. Her aunt’s pride and joy. The marble full-sized statue of a man had been shipped over from Italy twenty-one years ago. Sabrina remembered clear as day her aunt taking her by the hand when she was ten to introduce her D’Vallis, as Bea always referred to him. Each year Sabrina had been given the impressive history of the statue as close to his arrival date as possible. He’d been found on the island of Santorini, a mystical fire-formed island that Sabrina adored visiting. No one knew his actual origin and for that reason the museums weren’t interested.
IV
Bea always claimed he came to her in a dream, telling her how to purchase him. More than once, on her walks through the garden, Sabrina had heard her aunt talking to the statue as if they were the best of friends. Halting, she heaved a frustrated sigh, then perused D’Vallis. No arguing the fact that he was impressive, a Herculean specimen of manhood, even if his manhood had been discreetly draped by the artisan. “So, you want to be decorated, do you? I guess, I’m the woman for the job.” Setting the box down, she grabbed the Santa hat.
V
“Top down.” Stretching upward and it was quite a stretch, D’Vallis had to be over six foot in height, Sabrina arranged the fur-trimmed red hat above his noble, yet rugged features. “Don’t you look just too christmasy adorable?”she sing-sang. “I’ll give you this. You’re warmer than I thought you’d be.” Stepping back and leaning over, Sabrina plucked out the elegant, deep red smoking jacket. “Not exactly Santa’s style, but it should look pretty good on you.” She arranged it over his shoulders, fiddled with the hang of the garment, then tied the sash. An odd glint rippled over his torso.
VI
“Hey, you’re not moving on me, are you?” she nervously teased. She could almost swear his head had slightly altered position. “I must have the pre-Christmas jitters,” she joked, pulling out yards and yards of tiny golden stars. “Hmmm, where to wrap, how to wrap… where do you want to be wrapped?” She gazed up and down his magnificent marble physique. “If you were a man, I ‘know’ where you’d want to be wrapped. Naw, couldn’t be,” she reassured herself as she crouched by his handsome ankle. “Your bulge is showing, D’Vallis,” she crooned and began twining the golden stars.
VII
“Round and round we go.” She spiraled the ethereal trim up his hunky muscled leg. “Plenty here. I’ll decorate your manly hips.” Sabrina leaned the side of her head on his surprisingly warm chest to balance herself and worked the delicate string of stars around him. “Or, should I say, your manly loins. Yep, definitely manly.” Had his bulge increased, even lengthened? Good God! “I must be losing my marbles pressed against your marble. Or, maybe you just like all this attention. Okay, leaving the manly area to decorate your other leg. Omygawd, I’m turning into my aunt, talking to you.”
VIII
Sliding her cheek downward, onto his hard, hard stomach, Sabrina circled the trim down his leg. Okay, she hadn’t dated in awhile. Was this some kind of Christmas fantasy her mind spun from her unconscious desperation? “Yeah, I’d date you if you were alive. Who could say no? Unless you had the personality of a gnat and a head as large as the giant blown-up Santa on top of Toy Mart.” Sabrina wrapped his ankle and shot upwards a second later. “You’re throbbing,” she accused. “How can a statue’s cock throb? Why don’t you answer that, Mr. Marble?” She scowled.
IX
“Okay, you asked for it, D’Vallis.” Sabrina reached for the only thing left in the box, a huge red velvet bow with jingle bells adorning the knot. After ripping off the tape covering the sticky strip, she stared at the splendidly carved bulge that simply couldn’t be missed. In a flash, her hand pressed the bow to the center of his marble-hard manhood. Was it the wind moaning or… it sounded suspiciously like a male groan. Sabrina ran her gaze up his torso, studying every contour of his… flesh! No, it couldn’t be. She slipped her fingertip up his six-pack stomach.
X
Marble, yes, marble. Damn hot marble. “Let’s see what happens… yeah, I’ll play ‘kiss the statue’. Why not? That’s the magic, isn’t it? If your lips are as hot as…” Sabrina smoothed her palm beneath the jacket and up his ‘too real’ chest. Standing on tiptoe, she puckered, fastening her mouth onto his. ‘Omygawd’ sizzled through her. He kissed her, his lips so possessive she couldn’t speak. A large male arm clamped around her waist, lifting her, then crushing her against a real male body. Too stunned to do anything else, Sabrina flung her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately.
November 30th, 2009 at 1:36 pm
I’m late. so very late. But here:
Vicki leaned forward, adjusting the bead garland. A smile played at the corners of her mouth at the carols floating through the living room. She breathed deeply, enjoying the evergreen scent tinged with a bit of…wait a minute. That wasn’t tree she was smelling. That was –
The firm bulge of an erection lodged itself against her rear end as strong arms circled her waist.
She spun in his arms. “Jack! Oh, Jack! You’re home.”
He tilted his head, his blinding white cap with its shiny black brim falling to the floor as he meshed his lips with hers. “Yeah. Now I’m home.”