Chance Encounter

It was an informal end-of-the-school-year party at the house we were renting - just an excuse to get together and relax and drink some beer after finals. All of the core gang was there, plus a number of friends of friends - the more the merrier. It was cool for a May evening, so the party was inside.

We ran into each other getting refills on our drinks. I didn't know her, and it turns out she was an exchange student wrapping up her one semester here, and was getting on a plane the next morning to go back home. It was one of those things where you just feel a *spark* from the first time you meet their eye. We talked, and the rest of the world seemed to melt away. It felt like a palpable physical force - magnetic, electric.

She put her hand on my arm, and it seemed to crackle. We talked, laughed, flirted, touched. I don't know if I initiated it or not, but then we were kissing, and I thought I might die if I had to stop kissing her. I had just enough presence of mind to suggest we get out of there, and she breathlessly agreed.

We practically ran out the front door, and we attacked each other under the big maple tree in the front yard. We fucked right there on the ground, in the darkness, then we ran back to her room and fucked all night - only coming up for air when she had to leave for the airport.

It was a one-time thing, and we both knew it. That made it all the more exciting. It's a very sweet memory.

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Or I should say, it's a very sweet imagining.

The May topic for Kat's blog chain is "What's on your sexual bucket list? Is there something (or someone) you want to do before you leave this world that you haven't had the chance to try yet?"

I thought about this, and my answer is the scenario above - the unexpected and unplanned chance encounter, that irresistible spark of electricity that leads to a one-time-only encounter. Like the fictional story above.

Of course I've been in situations where we both felt that electric connection - but as a young man I was too timid or hung up or worried about the aftermath to take things to their logical conclusion. My rational brain has trouble disconnecting - there's always "what does this *mean*?" or "what about tomorrow?" So part of the fantasy is being completely *here* *now* - feeling that connection and just going with it, with the rational brain shut off. No meaning, no tomorrow.

This isn't something I'm actively looking to do - I realize this is pure fantasy. But if you ask me what experience I wish I'd had - this is it.

FFF: Boots

When I woke up, I could tell that the sun was already over the horizon. I laid on the bedroll inside my tent. If I really wanted to advance my career, I should be applying for desk jobs, clawing my way up the bureaucracy. Instead, I requested an appointment as Chief Ranger at Joshua Tree, in the high desert.

I laid there in my reverie, breathing in the cool morning air, when I remembered with a start that I hadn't spent last night alone. I had camped alone at a remote campsite, when I was joined by a late-arriving backpacker. She joined me at my campfire, and we were both happy for the company. One thing led to another, and the little wildcat spent most of the night showing me how insatiable she was.

I rolled over, and wasn't surprised to see that she was gone. I was comfortable, contented, and was almost drifting off for a few more minutes sleep...and then I noticed something, and sat bolt upright.

My boots. They're not at the door of the tent where I always leave them. Did she take them? Is this some kind of prank? If so, it's not funny. Out here among the snakes and scorpions, good boots are a necessity. Goddammit, where are they?

Then I heard the sound of someone walking outside. I scrambled out, and there she was. Wearing my boots. Mystery solved.

She turned to me and smiled. "Beautiful morning. I hope you don't mind that I borrowed your boots."

I didn't. And five minutes later, when she was spread wide underneath me on the cool sand and she put her feet on my shoulders, I could see for myself that my boots were fine.

(289 words)

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The challenge this week was:

Key Word - "Appointment"

Word Limit - 264

Extra Credit - Leave her boots on

Bonus Words - 25 each for aliens, park rangers, crock pots, or a dinosaur

Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

FFF: Stolen

I noticed her soon after the day's work started. Or maybe I should say, I noticed her noticing me. I felt her gaze before I turned my head and met her smile with one of my own. A day of volunteering for Habitat for Humanity isn't a place you'd normally think of meeting a girl - but she looked cute and feminine even in a yellow hard hat and safety goggles. And her carpenter's overalls couldn't hide the lithe little body underneath.

She found me at coffee break, and we talked about the day's work, laughed, and even flirted a bit. And we found a few stolen moments to talk while working.

Our paths only crossed once in the afternoon. I was working in a closet when she came in. "I'm going to be the last here to lock up when everyone else goes. Stay, okay?" I smiled and said I would.

When quitting time came, the rest of the team left, and I locked the door behind them. Before I could turn to face her, she was on me, and we were kissing frantically. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard...then I grabbed that thick brown ponytail I'd been admiring all day and pulled her head back so I could devour her throat.

We started undressing each other right there, standing up, as we kissed. Then she whispered, "There's a mattress in one of the bedrooms."

We ran up the stairs, shedding clothes as we went. We embraced on the bed, then I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me. We were both sweaty and tired from a hard day's labor, but that just made the moment more sensual.

She arched her back and pulled her t-shirt over her head.

"Ready, big boy?"

(300 words)

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The challenge this week was: up to 300 words.
The word "stolen" must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Blog Chain: "Spring Break"

The April edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is "spring break or sex in the springtime." Please read the various submissions - you'll be glad you did. My entry is a very old post "Heather", set on a Saturday morning in April. It's one of my earliest posts on this blog, and also one of my favorites.

If you haven't joined in yet, why not join next month's edition? The subject will be...hmmm, there's no announced topic yet. Well, you'll have to pay close attention to Kat's blog to find out. (You're already following her, right?)

Full blog chain details are here. Many thanks to Kat and Ryan Beaumont for organizing this.

Funny Pic

Ellen Degeneres reacting to Katy Perry's cleavage at the 2013 Grammy Awards. This cracks me up...and I'm pretty sure I'd have the same reaction.

Google search result of more pics here.

Very Inspiring Blogger Award

I'm pleased and flattered that Brigit Delaney at The Lustful Literate has listed me for a Very Inspiring Blogger Award, with the comment:

Another one of my favorite "man" sex blogs. Always a joy to read his Flash Fiction Friday entries.

Rules:
1. Display the award logo on your blog.
2. Link back to the person who nominated you.

• Done and done (and thank you, Brigit.)

3. State 7 things about yourself.

• I generate enough body heat to be the equivalent of one heavy blanket. I have standing orders, when getting up early, to add one blanket to those still in bed.
• I love getting feedback on my writing - comments, e-mails, etc. I guess it still kinda boggles me that people actually read what I write - and I love that you do. The Sensual Goddess says I'm a sucker for flattery, and I'm sure she's right - tell me you like my writing, and I'll sit on your lap, roll over, and purr.
• I've done a good bit of traveling, but have never crossed an ocean - not by design, it just hasn't happened yet.
• If anything tastes better than ice cream, I haven't found it.
• I will never understand people who can lay down and fall asleep just like that. I envy those people. For me, things have to be just so, or it doesn't happen. And even when things *are* just so, it can still take a while.
• I dislike arbitrary rules, and sometimes choose to not follow them.

4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for this award and link to them.
5. Notify those bloggers of the nomination and the award's requirements.

• Here's where I wuss out. I can't choose. If you're on my blogroll, consider yourself nominated.

FFF: Regret

She was at the point of tears. "It'll be impossible."

"No it won't, we'll still find time to be together." Did I believe that myself?

"How can you say that? It's hardly possible now - it's all we can do to squeeze in the occasional stolen moment. I'm already terrified of being discovered. It will be a hundred times scarier now."

"You just have to believe that we'll find a way." Was I trying to convince her, or me?

I took her in my arms and kissed her. Was she feeling regret? Was I?

She broke the kiss and went out onto the balcony, basking in the sun, then she turned toward me. "We could go away together...a private little island where it'll just be the two of us. Tell them you can't take the job."

"Tell them I can't take the job? Sister Mary Margaret, I've been elected pope. Please get dressed. Come in here and let's make the most of these few moments before I address the crowd in St. Peter's Square."

(173 words)

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The challenge this week was: any prime number of words.
The word "regret" must be used.
Go see Advizor to see who else is participating.

Blog Chain: "March Madness"

The March edition of Kat's blog chain is now posted. This month's topic is "March madness: sex with an athlete." Please read the various submissions - you'll be glad you did. My entry is my recent post, The Charity Ride.

If you haven't joined in yet, why not join next month's edition? The subject will be "Spring Break." Kat's instructions are as follows:

Posts can be about sex over spring break or sex in the springtime, in general. Have you had sex in the rain (April showers)?  Tell us about it. Have you had sex outdoors in a garden? Or with a teacher on spring break? While doing your spring cleaning? Anytime at all in the months of March, April and May? The topic is pretty open.

Full blog chain details are here. Many thanks to Kat and Ryan Beaumont for organizing this.

The Charity Ride (Finale)

(Not me - a random pic from the Internet)

(Continued from here)

She glanced at my room key, smiled, and noted that her boyfriend wouldn't be done his ride for a while. I smiled back and (not for the first time that day) wondered what her body would feel like against mine. But I was far from certain that she was hinting at anything, so I just suggested that maybe we could hang out after we showered and changed. She agreed and said she'd come get me in a bit.

I got to my tiny room, tossed my bag in the corner, and was very pleased to see that I had a private bathroom and shower. Many rooms didn't, and shared a common bathroom/shower. My body was weary after the long ride, and I peeled my sweaty clothes off and laid on the bed, needing a few minutes of horizontal rest before the ecstasy of a long hot shower.

My reverie was broken by a knock on the door. I jumped up and wrapped a towel around my waist. It was her. I apologized for my state, and she smiled. She wondered if I had a private bath - she didn't, and there was a line of cyclists down at the end of the hall waiting to shower. I said "of course", and invited her in - noting that she had a towel and her toiletry bag with her.

She put her things down on the bed and turned to me and our eyes met - and there was no question. We reached for each other and kissed hungrily. My towel fell to the floor, and I peeled the sweaty spandex off her. The kiss went on, and our hands explored...stroking, probing. She whispered in my ear that she didn't have much time. I took her arm and led her to the shower.

It was tiny, but somehow we both fit. The hot water felt exquisite on my sore muscles, and her warm naked body felt even better than I'd imagined. I pressed her against the shower wall as the water beat down on us. I soaped her body and squeezed her breasts. She reached for my cock, which was hard as steel, and guided me to her. I covered her mouth with mine and thrust, and she moaned into my mouth as I entered her...pinning her against the shower wall. She wrapped both arms and one leg around me and I fucked her hard. She came with a shudder and a low deep moan, and then I was coming...so hard I swear I saw stars.

We came slowly down together, then de-coupled. We finished a quick shower, then stroked and kissed a little more. I wanted more..so much more. I badly wanted to lay her down and make sweet love to her - but I knew it wasn't happening. She looked at the clock and said she had to go, so I gave her a tight hug and one last kiss and she was gone.

Postscript: I didn't see her on the ride back the next day. I wondered how she would react the next time I saw her at volleyball - but she gave no indication that anything was different. That stung a little at first, but I knew it was probably for the best. I have my memories, and they're very sweet.

The Charity Ride

(Not me - a random pic from the Internet)

The topic for this month's blog chain is "March Madness - Sex with an Athlete." I have a story that might qualify. Scratch that, I've decided it qualifies.

More than a few years ago, my physical outlet was road bicycling. Yes, I was one of those guys in the spandex bike shorts early in the morning - on a quiet country road if that was possible, or on a less-quiet suburban road if that's how it had to be. (Before you ask, if there were any photos of me in spandex, they've long-since been hunted down and destroyed.) I enjoyed so many things about it: the flow of the blood in my veins, the scenery passing by, the road rushing under my wheels, and the meditative state I'd settle into on a long ride.

For a number of years in a row, I trained all summer to do a weekend charity ride in September - a long ride to the beach on Saturday, then riding back on Sunday. It was very well-organized, a lot of fun, and raised money for a good cause.

One year, on the Saturday ride to the shore, I was stopped for a snack in a big field that the organization had turned into a lunch/rest stop. I was re-fueling with a banana and Gatorade when a voice called my name, and I was greeted by a girl I knew a little from a volleyball league I sometimes played in. She was pretty - fairly tall and shapely, with green eyes and dirty blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. I was surprised she was talking to me - at volleyball, she kept close to a guy who I assumed was her boyfriend - and he seemed like an unpleasant controlling guy who didn't like her talking to any other guys.

We chatted pleasantly, and it was nice to just talk to her without her creepy boyfriend getting upset. I asked where he was, and she laughed that he was lagging behind, and finally told her to go on - that they'd meet at the end. I was done my snack and ready to ride again, and she asked if she could ride with me. I was very pleased to have such delightful companionship, and off we went. We rode together for many miles on country roads through farm fields, surrounded by other cyclists. We chatted happily all the way to the shore.

One thing about a cyclist's spandex garb is that it doesn't leave too much to the imagination. We rode side by side, legs pumping, and I couldn't help but notice the muscles in her thighs and butt working fluidly. It was a hot sunny September day, and she had undone the zipper of her shirt for ventilation, allowing me a tantalizing view of cleavage as she leaned forward on the bike. But I was simply admiring her physique, which was impossible not to do. I thought of it as pleasant conversation with a new-found (and attractive) friend.

We got to the shore, crossed the "finish line", and retrieved our bags (that had been transported there.) We discovered that we were staying in the same old hotel - basically a big old-fashioned roominghouse from the 1920's. That wasn't as big a coincidence as it might sound - the place had a ton of rooms, they were cheap, and they advertised to the cycling community - so it seemed like just about everyone on the ride was staying there.

We checked in, one after the other, and as we got ready to go to our respective rooms, I got my first hint that maybe something more might happen.

(Continued here)