Addiction Therapy
Harry reloaded the browser. Nothing. The site was still down.
He reloaded it again. And again. Grey. White. Nothing.
Sitting next to him, stroking his hair, Susan’s eyes shifted between all the tantalizing images his entranced subconscious couldn’t see. His porn addiction would soon fade into perpetual oblivion.
His love of strap-ons would stay, however.
It’s no surprise most of my characters are somewhat deviant. I write a lot about sneaky women and sneaky situations in which they get to exercise their sneaky charms and get away with it all. Not today. The motives that drive this piece are as pure as they can be although some of the consequences brought about by them may prove to be quite different in nature.
All of It
Kafka’s words echoed inside Jonah’s mind as he stared into Rachel’s eyes.
“You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart,” he repeated them out loud.
“What do you prefer most?” She inquired as she continued to weave her spell.
“All of it,” he exhaled sleepy surrender before drifting into silence.
Going back to a quote as a source of inspiration. It’s not the first time I resorted to Kafka’s works ever since I started writing these regularly and I doubt it will be the last as there are so many interesting scenarios one can come up with through personal interpretation and a little bit of… magic. Another piece that’s slightly romantic in nature because we all need some love in our lives. I hope you have it aplenty.
Diagnosis: Mindfuck
“The diagnosis is clear, Kevin. You’re suffering from persistent tumescence of your genitalia brought about by hypnosis.”
“In other words, I’m hard and horny because I was mindfucked! I already knew that, Doctor. Make it stop.”
“I can’t. Your wife made sure of that.”
“What did she…? Oh, I see.”
The G cups were overkill.
Two-thirds down. Only one more to go.
The eighth month of this writing challenge comes to an end with a piece that’s rated S for Silly. My sense of humor can be a little weird sometimes but, on most occasions, I think I succeed in being funny when I set out to be. That was certainly the intent behind the bizarre micro-fiction entry. See you all in September.