It was a simple "you're going my way?" ride home from the party they were both at.
The tire went flat 5 miles out, the jack was messed up and the heat almost unbearable.
The moment her hand touched his shoulder he forgot about the tire he struggled with.
His lips sought hers and the evening took an unexpected turn.
Thank you Panserbjorne for this week's Flash Fiction Challenge of 52 - 72 words about the above picture. Please check out the other people who love to word count this Friday!
Mmmmm... VERY erotic. Such a prose will definitely be drifting in and out of my distracted mind today.
ReplyDeleteHappy FFF!
~Soren
Starts my weekend off right
ReplyDeleteRock on!
Mmmmm I love unexpected turns!
ReplyDeleteNicely done. Very erotic. Unexpected turns indeed.... :-)
ReplyDeleteI am all for unexpected turns!
ReplyDeleteKatia
Flat tires can be SUCH a bitch, can't they? Then again, if they lead to something like that, who's complaining? Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteOn a side note, you may want to adjust your list. I don't think Nilla's playing this week. She never mentioned anything to me and there's nothing up on her site. And you're missing Snow's contribution. :)
-- PB
Unexpected for me from that photo. I love how your mind works.
ReplyDelete-H
Another great take on the photo, I love this!
ReplyDeleteAh, the old "Flat tire" routine. Yes, there is only so often you can use the "out of Gas" one...
ReplyDelete*laughs*
Nice FFF, GK. Happy Friday!
great story; what a wonderful take! happy friday. :)
ReplyDeleteWow! That was such a rush. And I'm so happy to have found your blog thought this medium.
ReplyDeleteHat's off,
Cate
love a flat with you! great job.
ReplyDeleteHooray for roadside assistance! Happy FFF!
ReplyDeleteAs always, nicely done and leaving you wanting more... Have a great weekend..
ReplyDeleteMuch better than calling AAA!! Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteOooh, this looks like it would be fun! Your words suit the sexy pic and their oblivion to all around them, great job...
ReplyDeleteI'll tella youse where
ReplyDeletethe heat's unbearable, dear.
the Abyss o'Misery below.
And I seeeriously dont think
you wanna be a part of THAT hellhole
where millions fall everyday cuzz
they couldn't give a flying #@!!☆
about where they go.
That's too whorizontal for my taste...
yet, if you wiseabove this earth,
you'll someday BE in Seventh-Heaven
to make love with moi, aussi
soft, slow, smooth on a yacht...
on a waterbed... in a treehouse...
in a skiresort...
with thousands of menageAtrois...
anywhere, ya wild thang,
for 777+ sextillion years???
Wouldn't ya looove to have a tall,
erect rocket ship with TWO fuel tanks
down below, cooling-off N steaming,
as we land on this rock-solid, pristine,
wild world where we could be fruitFULL??
Yet... not here.
not now.
not yet.
Can ya wait for this human?
I wanna please you N gratify you;
I wanna give you many, many, many, MANY
orgasms before I have my own,
as we'll roam through the universe
eXXXploring places to procreate...
Here's how YOU and i can B1;
here's our proposal:
HEER YE! O HEER YE!!
I'd looove to meet you
in passionate, intoxicating,
larger-than-life Seventh-Heaven...
yet, you first must be prepared:
Find-out what RCIA means and join;
classes are free,
once per week,
starting early September.
Im sooo not better than you
...yet, I gotta lotta d'knowlijj
which'll save-your-soul, kapiche??
Sorry fo d'New Yoirk accent.
PS Turn-away from idolatry/indifference
(worshipping the world/laissez-faire).
Turn-away from mortal sin.
Turn 180°
Turn RITE.
reTurn to Jesus:
He'd looove for you to be
forgiven thru repentance.
Focus on Jesus!!!
Follow us to the Great Beyond.
Follow us to Seventh-Heaven.
Follow us to Holy Mass
& say the Rosary once per day.
Do the RCIA, too.
I. Love. You. earthling
I'll definitely pray for you
as you fully trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your fruitful, indelible soul.
Yes, earthling, Im an NDE:
I know exactly what Almighty God
has prepared for those who love Him
and follow Him in this finite existence:
an eternal explosion-of-extravagance
which few are askin for anymore...
yet, 1-outta-1 bites-the-dust.
Strange how many people
DONT want everything
from our Creator.
Que cera cera.
I'll tella youse where
ReplyDeletethe heat's unbearable, dear.
the Abyss o'Misery below.
And I seeeriously dont think
you wanna be a part of THAT hellhole
where millions fall everyday cuzz
they couldn't give a flying #@!!☆
about where they go.
That's too whorizontal for my taste...
yet, if you wiseabove this earth,
you'll someday BE in Seventh-Heaven
to make love with moi, aussi
soft, slow, smooth on a yacht...
on a waterbed... in a treehouse...
in a skiresort...
with thousands of menageAtrois...
anywhere, ya wild thang,
for 777+ sextillion years???
Wouldn't ya looove to have a tall,
erect rocket ship with TWO fuel tanks
down below, cooling-off N steaming,
as we land on this rock-solid, pristine,
wild world where we could be fruitFULL??
Yet... not here.
not now.
not yet.
Can ya wait for this human?
I wanna please you N gratify you;
I wanna give you many, many, many, MANY
orgasms before I have my own,
as we'll roam through the universe
eXXXploring places to procreate...
Here's how YOU and i can B1;
here's our proposal:
HEER YE! O HEER YE!!
I'd looove to meet you
in passionate, intoxicating,
larger-than-life Seventh-Heaven...
yet, you first must be prepared:
Find-out what RCIA means and join;
classes are free,
once per week,
starting early September.
Im sooo not better than you
...yet, I gotta lotta d'knowlijj
which'll save-your-soul, kapiche??
Sorry fo d'New Yoirk accent.
PS Turn-away from idolatry/indifference
(worshipping the world/laissez-faire).
Turn-away from mortal sin.
Turn 180°
Turn RITE.
reTurn to Jesus:
He'd looove for you to be
forgiven thru repentance.
Focus on Jesus!!!
Follow us to the Great Beyond.
Follow us to Seventh-Heaven.
Follow us to Holy Mass
& say the Rosary once per day.
Do the RCIA, too.
I. Love. You. earthling
I'll definitely pray for you
as you fully trustNjesus.
ALWAYS.
God bless your fruitful, indelible soul.
Yes, earthling, Im an NDE:
I know exactly what Almighty God
has prepared for those who love Him
and follow Him in this finite existence:
an eternal explosion-of-extravagance
which few are askin for anymore...
yet, 1-outta-1 bites-the-dust.
Strange how many people
DONT want everything
from our Creator.
Que cera cera.
Dunno if you saw this before
ReplyDelete...yet, here it is once moe, curly:
Greetings, earthling!
Need summore new-fangled-thots N ideers? Look no firdr, brudda. Can't stay long. Done gotta git, Paw... yet, if Im a sower, we plant the Seed; if Im an artist, we RITE the Word:
Would U please help a plethora of King Size, wildchild, rawkuss poetry/wordz which are lookin 4 a home in thy novelty?? Thx. Whew. They're pretty insane. They're bereft of reason. Oi! Blimey! They're bloody PINK spiders!
Gotta gobba lotta shrewd, surreal, supersonic, sardonic satires, sassy N savvy elixers N electronic elegance (and palpable nuance) on our YOUTHwitheTRUTH blogs. Wannum? Have'm. N'joym. Gettm outta my hair!!!
How mucha wanna betcha our sugar-high-mojo, pleasure-beyond-measure, fuse-blowin-exploits R a copious madhouse of one lavish bookay D.O.A.? Our proFUSE NRGod who leads U.S. to explosive fairy-tales in the 'one-stop-shop' symphony Upstairs? Almighty God's the BigDude, the Owner of ElysianFields, the Grand Prize, the Austere Overdrive, NoPurchaseNecessary: our bombastic tenaCITY on a Hill which'll plant the Seeds 4u2 grow-up to new N greater heights!! Mama mia! Thatsa good pasta!!
CAUTION: our 22ish, avant-guard, accurately-atrocious, offa-the-reservation-like-Jimmy-Hoffa, metal breadcrumms R sooo out-of-order, toots, they're an intimate wealth of bottomless sophistication. And dats da lethal fak, Jak. Go ahead. Sue me. Yawn. But, yet, here's the perennial KOO D'TAH: who else has actually SEEN the Great Beyond in spirit & lived to tella youse bout the bionic, bloated, brevity-like-earth we're living on?? Yes, earthling, Im an NDE, almost salivating4salvation. So gain altitude, never attitude: death has no intrinsick favorites.
If Mr. abSUREditty's an ultra-great-reward, and not everyone enters, Q: why is it an excruciating deluge of epic-.357-caliber where the quality's a limitless bulldozer plowin, pushin-your-power-cord with eternal goodies? A: the Prize-A+-TheEnd just gives U.S. moe-curley-graphix 2 VitSee: an explosion-of-extravagance which few R asking 4 anymore! Grrr. They're too concerned withe grotesque sanity of ambivilant piss-ants which swiftly crawl like lemmings to their scorecard destruction. C'est la guerre.
THANK GAWWWD!!! the Don has the ebullient BAWLS!!! to do the Manifest Destiny!!! To lead U.S. forward to the White House Upstairs with his SQUARES!!!
So, break-free, earthling; be like a contraversial outgrowth of incredibly-intoxicating-effusiveness in your zeitgeist to give the ultimate, stunning, backknuckle potency: Wiseabove. Wanna join this useFULL idiot Upstairs 4 the most zany, kooky, X-acto-knife antidotes? Extremely exquisite, explicit endorphins in abundance? Puh-lenty of pulverizingly-tantalizing psychopathic psychosomatics with eXtras? i2i-kick-velocity's-ass-ultra-maximum-rocket-fuel-party-hardy at my pad ya ever encountered without d'New Joisey accent 4 an eternal slew of precarious, magnanimous & primeval absurdities indelibly etched in the granite corridors of eternity with a total-barrage-of-melt-in-thy-mouth 'depth-of-undenial'???
Make Your Choice -SAW
...cuzz nobody gitts outta here alive, earthling.