Friday, July 26, 2013

FFF: Cops and Robbers

"Jesus, you startled me."

"Just answer the question, ma'am. Where were you on the night of July 25th?"

"Bastard. I'm in the shower. Who let you in here? And that's my badge!"

I laughed. "Judy at the front desk knows we're...friends. I sweet-talked her a little, hinted that I had a special surprise for you, and she let me in. Picking the lock to your locker was child's play."

"I'll take that back now."

I kept her at arms length. "Patience, my love, you'll catch your death of cold. Here, let's get a towel and dry you off."

"My love? Don't patronize me. We enjoy each other's company once in a while. It's fun to talk shop. You're a good lay. But that's all it is, and you know it."

"A good lay? Why thank you, sweetheart. You're not bad yourself. And shop talk...yes. It's so interesting to hear about things from the other side. Things I have to be careful of, things that might trigger the law's suspicion. I've been careful so far, but an ill-timed arrest could bring my entire operation to a halt. Not to mention a lengthy prison term for me. We certainly don't want that, do we?"

She smiled a saucy smile. "Bastard. Don't think you haven't given me plenty of information. Information I've used used to bust any number of cocky assholes just like you."

I grinned. "Cocky asshole? Just for that, I'm not going to help you dry off."

She licked her lips, raised an eyebrow, and backed up against the shower wall. I couldn't resist that look and ripped my clothes off as I joined her in the shower. I pinned her against the tile and thrust into her savagely.

Half an hour later we walked together out the front door of the precinct house. I gave Judy at the front desk a wink as we walked by.

"Well, detective, can I treat you to a cup of coffee?" But she mumbled something about other plans. I winked at her as we parted. "I'm sure we'll see each other again soon." Her badge was in my back pocket.

(356 words)

The challenge this week was:

Word Length = 356 (check)
Required word = suspicion (check)
Forbidden words = Soap, hard, officer, effigy (check)
Bonus words (25) = Tell us, who's the sexiest cop on TV? (no idea)
Extra Credit (25) = Confess to a crime you committed (or want to commit) (ha, I'll never confess!)

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Saturday, July 20, 2013

FFF: Ingénue

Thirty minutes to curtain, and the backstage area was chaos - dancers stretching and checking makeup, musicians warming up, and the general crackle of pre-show tension. I made my way through the bustle and strode purposefully to the prima ballerina's dressing room.

I knocked and entered, and found her doing her hair and makeup. What I wasn't expecting was her mother...who seemed to be expecting me, and was glaring daggers.

"Don't think I don't know what's going on."

I smiled at my star. "Do you want to tell her our arrangement? Or should I?"

Mom erupted in a fury. "She's the Sugar Plum Fairy because she's the best dancer, and the best one for the part."

I smiled. "She's a good dancer and a good fit for the part. But so were many others at the audition. I think your daughter should tell you what she said to me in private after her audition."

Mom decided she'd had enough and stormed past me, slamming the door and muttering that I hadn't heard the end of this.

I looked at my ingénue. "She didn't want to hear it, but I want to hear it again. What did you say to me?"

She gave me a self-confident grin. "I told you that I'm not only the best dancer, but also the best fuck. And if I got the lead role, that you could take me however you like before every performance."

"Good girl. Now you'd better finish getting ready, curtain is in 20 minutes."

(251 words)

The challenge this week was:

Word Limit - 444
Required Phrase - Ingénue (pronounced an-zhuh-noo) (check)
Forbidden Words - Mirror, Pasta, Doggie, Tutu (check)
25 bonus words - Share an experience that happened at a performance (n/a)
Extra Credit - Explain where her mother is (25 extra words) (I earned the extra credit, but didn't use it)

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Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Beach Snippets

I'm back from my annual family beach vacation, and I started to write a post - and then realized I was repeating much of last year's "back from the beach" post. Instead, I'll elaborate on some snippets of conversation from my vacation.

"It's not fair!"
Phrase echoed a number of times during the week in conversations between the Sensual Goddess and Older Daughter, when talking about Younger Daughter. I mentioned last year that YD has blossomed into something you might see in a swimsuit ad, and whatever I said last year, it's even worse this year. I feel kinda bad for OD, as it can't be easy to see that your younger sibling has been blessed by the goddess in a way that you haven't. But thankfully, she seems very good-natured about it. She and SG just laugh and shake their heads and commiserate at how unfair life is.

"If you had seen the way he looked at her...."
(Not my daughters!)
" would have ripped his eyeballs out and stuffed them down his throat." The Sensual Goddess to me, talking about how the bartender at the Tiki bar at our hotel had looked at YD. I laughed and assured her that his eyeballs were safe. Guys ogle - it's what we do. I may not be chasing every bikini on the beach, but I simply cannot help noticing an attractive female form. I can't imagine that I will ever stop noticing and admiring.

So of course guys are ogling my daughters. And yes, I'd step in to protect her from someone creepy. But I understand that my girls are sexual beings, and that nature will take its course. I don't want them to get hurt, and I don't want them to jump into anything before they're ready emotionally - but I also very much hope that they'll experience love and passion and sensual pleasure.

"She's young enough to be your daughter."
Related to the above, this was the Sensual Goddess's laughing taunt to me, noticing me appreciating a lovely female form. (As an aside, she's uncanny about knowing where I'm looking, even when I have sunglasses on.) My answer to that is always, "That may be, but thankfully she's *not* my daughter!"

"Dad, you're the slimmest guy on the beach."
Shockingly, this was said by Older Daughter to me. I think this was partly a compliment to me, but more that she was noticing that it seemed like every guy there had a noticeable beer belly. This left me pretty much speechless, as teenage daughters, however sweet and loving, are very stingy with compliments to parents - being told I'm not embarrassing them is usually the best I can hope for. And believe me, I'm not a chiseled Adonis. (Wait, what's that? This is my blog, and you have to take my word for it? Okay, in that case, maybe I *am* a chiseled Adonis!)

I didn't take a "feet in the sand" pic this year, so last year's will have to do. Happy Summer!

Friday, July 12, 2013

FFF: Phone Lines

I nodded at the phone, and you looked at me like I was crazy. "I can't answer it, it's probably my husband."

"That's exactly why I want you to answer. Do it."

I could tell by the small talk that it was indeed your husband. You glared daggers at me as I started to massage your calf as you sat in the hotel room's desk chair, but I just smiled an evil smile at you and motioned that you'd better keep quiet. I took off your shoes and continued massaging your calves...moving up to your knees, and pushing your business skirt higher on your thighs.

You cupped your palm over the phone and hissed "Stop it, you're going to get me in trouble!"

I winked. "No, I'm not. You just have to stay quiet."

I slowly undressed you and massaged every inch of newly-exposed skin as you continued to catch up on things at home. You closed your eyes as you listened to the phone, and I slid your bra off your shoulders and gently squeezed your breast. You let out a low, satisfied hum...and your eyes opened in horror when your husband asked why you'd made that sound.

I smiled as you recovered quickly. "I was just listening to your voice and thinking how long it's been since know, made love. So I was daydreaming a little."

I couldn't tell if he was buying it. But you smiled at me as the conversation continued. "I know honey, we should really try to make the time. Do you remember how much I love to have my neck kissed and sucked?"

I smiled. I could never forget how much you like that, and I tilted your chin up and moved my lips to your soft neck. You moaned softly. "That's right, honey, I'm imagining your lips on my neck right now."

Half an hour later, you were imagining him balls deep in your tight little pussy. Or so he thought.

(330 words)

The challenge this week was:

Required Phrase - "answer it" (check)
Word Limit - 661 (I was rushed, so I used half of my allotment)
Forbidden Word - orgasm (check)
Extra Credit - Tell us who's calling (check)
Bonus Words - 50 if you tell us a phone sex confession (long-time readers will know I already have)

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Friday, July 5, 2013

FFF: Reenactment

We fell into conversation after the final event of the reenactment. She smiled and asked me my role.

I laughed. "On Monday I was part of Reynolds' staff on the retreat through the town. Tuesday was Day 2, and I died in the Peach Orchard, again in Devil's Den, then was part of the defense of Little Round Top. Wednesday, we were all part of Pickett's Charge. I was an artilleryman at The Angle. There were special events yesterday for Independence Day, then this morning they shot some footage for a documentary."

"And you? You're dressed way too nicely to be a camp follower. You're too clean to be a nurse."

"Very perceptive, sir. I'm a townswoman. I've been leading tours and talking about life in the town during and after the battle."

Her eyes twinkled. "I'm ever so grateful that you whipped Bobby Lee's army and kept us safe. Perhaps you'll join me in opening a bottle of wine to celebrate the Union victory?"

"On one condition." She raised an eyebrow, curious. "I simply must change out of this wool uniform. I'd rather face Confederate bullets than continue to swelter in this Pennsylvania heat."

She laughed. "Soldier, we can do better than that. And these wool petticoats are stifling me too. Follow me."

She led me down Plum Run. When we were out of sight of the reenactors and the tourists, she started shedding layers. I quickly got the idea and followed suit. She tossed the last layer over her head, and neither of us noticed until much later that it caught in a tree.

"What shall we drink to, sir? Union?"

(273 words)

The challenge this week was:

Key Word - Independence or Independence Day (check)
Word Limit - 237 (oops, I read this as 273, and am just now realizing my dyslexia)
Forbidden Word - Fireworks (check)
Extra Credit - Put the action on July 5th (check)

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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

150 Years Ago Today

As a history buff in general, and with a specific fascination with the American Civil War, I've been very aware that the 150th anniversary of the Battle of Gettysburg has been approaching - and indeed is now here.

As a side note, I would have blogged about this someplace else, but I had a recent conversation with Ryan Beaumont, and when he suggested a mini-blog chain on this day in history, I was thrilled to participate. Check out the thoughts from Ryan and Red Shoes. Thanks to Ryan for the idea, and for coordinating. And if you're here looking for sex or erotica, I'm sure I'll return there in my next post.

I was very fortunate in that I had an eighth-grade Social Studies teacher who made our unit on the Civil War a riveting experience. Before that, I only knew that barest essentials of the war (i.e., the North won, Abraham Lincoln was the President who saved the Union.) My teacher brought the subject to life, and I remember walking out of class every day excited to hear how the story would continue the next day. He sparked a life-long interest in the Civil War that has never abated.

Gettysburg battlefield is an easy day trip for me, and it's a trip I make at least once a year. I've been to a number of Civil War battlefields, and some are frankly disappointing - you may be standing on the same ground, but you can't really get a feel for the terrain and what happened there (I'm looking at you, Fredericksburg, and you, Spotsylvania Court House.) At Gettysburg, you can very much walk or drive the ground and get an excellent feel for what happened.

On a personal note, some of my in-laws are from a distant and exotic country, and when they were visiting a few years ago, we talked about possible day trips, and they very much wanted to tour Gettysburg. I was hesitant, and wondered if they'd really be interested, but they insisted they were interested - and we ended up having the best time. We did all the Visitor's Center exhibits and did a driving tour of the battlefield, and they wanted to know everything. It was a very fun day.

Why is Gettysburg interesting? First of all, because of the scale and the humanity. The two armies numbering a combined 160,000 men fought here, and almost a third of those were killed, wounded, or captured during the three-day battle in south-central Pennsylvania. It's the biggest, bloodiest, and maybe the most significant battle ever fought on this continent.

It's interesting because it's one of the only significant defeats of Robert E. Lee, the greatest battlefield commander in U.S. history. Before the war, he was recognized as the finest soldier of his day, and when the South seceded in 1861, he was offered command of both the Union and Confederate armies. As a Virginia native, he went with his home state and the Confederacy. Lee won one smashing victory after another against a Union army 2-3 times bigger in manpower and vastly better equipped.

After possibly his greatest victory, in the Battle of Chancellorsville, he decided to invade the North. He crossed through Maryland into Pennsylvania in late June, 1863. The two armies stumbled on each other at the crossroads town of Gettysburg and battled for three bloody days. After coming agonizingly close to victory on each of the first two days, Lee ordered an all-out assault on the Union center on day 3 (July 3, 1863.) He was decisively defeated, and retreated back to Virginia. The war went on for almost two more years, but Lee's Army of Northern Virginia never took the offensive again.

Why is Gettysburg important? Because the defeat there was the final nail in the Southern hope that they could win independence from the North by victory on the battlefield. It's easy to forget that Lee's goal wasn't the capture of Gettysburg - it was to continue the war on Northern soil, possibly taking Harrisburg, PA (the state capital and a vital railroad hub), or even Philadelphia. After the defeat at Gettysburg, that was no longer possible. The South could still have won the war if the North had tired of the fighting (which was still a very real possibility until Sherman's capture of Atlanta in July, 1864), but Southern independence through victory on the battlefield was no longer a realistic possibility after Gettysburg.

Here's a passage from William Faulkner's "Intruder in the Dust"
For every Southern boy fourteen years old, not once but whenever he wants it, there is the instant when it's still not yet two o’clock on that July afternoon in 1863, the brigades are in position behind the rail fence, the guns are laid and ready in the woods and the furled flags are already loosened to break out and Pickett himself with his long oiled ringlets and his hat in one hand probably and his sword in the other looking up the hill waiting for Longstreet to give the word and it's all in the balance, it hasn't happened yet, it hasn't even begun yet, it not only hasn't begun yet but there is still time for it not to begin against that position and those circumstances which made more men than Garnett and Kemper and Armistead and Wilcox look grave yet it's going to begin, we all know that, we have come too far with too much at stake and that moment doesn't need even a fourteen-year-old boy to think This time. Maybe this time with all this much to lose and all this much to gain: Pennsylvania, Maryland, the world, the golden dome of Washington itself to crown with desperate and unbelievable victory the desperate gamble, the cast made two years ago....
So it was a turning point in history. And it happened here in Pennsylvania, in the beautiful rolling hills surrounding a little crossroads country town, 150 years ago today. That's worth remembering.

Monday, July 1, 2013

"This Misterie of Fucking"

I saw an article today about a sex manual from 1680. It's surprisingly frank and explicit, from what I would have imagined as a fairly repressed time.

The article is here, and the full digitized version in Google Books is here.

It's a fun and interesting read.