Sweet Punishment
The inviting dessert lay at arm’s reach.
“Go for it!” Camille teased.
“Can’t… move…” Jonah mumbled at great cost, muscles as stiff as rocks.
“Funny, you had no trouble moving a minute ago when you grabbed a slice without permission.”
True, but at least now he knew what she meant by “special marble cake recipe”.
Inspired by something I should avoid eating seeing I’m on a diet and all. I do love some marble cake though. Anyway, another slice of silliness from yours truly, pun intended.
Hot
“She’s hot!” Cody exclaimed.
“Miss July is hotter,” Sam nodded.
“Bah! September is where it’s at,” Daniel remarked.
“You’ll wake up in three, two, one… *SNAP*” Brianna laughed.
The three men blinked, suddenly becoming aware of her presence again.
“Still find them hot?” She asked.
More than embarrassed, Cody threw the male firefighters’ calendar away.
Today’s piece began with a barbershop. I was in need of a haircut so I dropped by my usual place after work and, to my surprise, there was a calendar filled with sexy, nubile and semi-naked women hanging on the farthest wall. I’ve seen many of those in my life but I never really expected to see one there. I’m not going to deny I glanced at it but I kept quiet, unlike some other customers that decided to show their appreciation in more vulgar ways. As I listened to their ramblings, I thought to myself that there was a basis for one of my deviations there and I was right.
Obedience Training Gone Wrong
“Apologies, Mrs. Davenport. There have been some… complications,” Dr. Lowell announced.
“Meaning…?”
“Well, I know you hired our services to turn your husband into a good hypno-puppy but…”
John Davenport crawled across the corridor, raised his left “paw” and peed on the Doctor’s leg.
“… you might want to avoid skirts for a while,” she concluded.
I have no trouble whatsoever admitting this one is kind of dumb. I still think it’s somewhat funny nonetheless. The general idea came to me as I was taking my dogs for a walk earlier today.
Flower Power
Every flower has its meaning. Victor had been taught them all.
Upon waking up that Wednesday morning, he saw the orange blossom Meghan had left him and her conditioning took over.
“Innocence, purity, chastity,” he repeated automatically, erection throbbing yet completely restrained.
Tomorrow, history would repeat itself. It was going to be a long month.
My inspiration for today’s piece is the so-called “language of flowers”, the various meanings ascribed to each one.
Depending on where you look, results can often be contradictory. Some references say one thing, others say another. “Meanings”, of course, can change. All languages evolve over time and this isn’t really one per se but it can still be fun to explore.
I could have used many different approaches to this particular subject. My first instinct was to run a list of multiple flowers and twist each one to fit a mind-control scenario but the word limit of the challenge meant cutting a lot of corners so I ended up sticking with just one. The chosen one also has the meaning of “fertility” associated with it but I decided not to reference it in the tale. The title is likely to make you think of the hippie movement of the 60’s but I merely used it for fun and not really as an allusion to it.
And I guess that’s it for today.