Journey Series

Journey Series

Monday, January 25, 2016

Flash Fiction Phrase Scene – I’m hungry

Hope all have survived this weather we’ve had. I know my area ended up with snow and ice, mainly ice. I hate bad weather, so today’s post is short and spicy.
Have a great week.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
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Un-edit Flash Fiction Scene
M/M Content and Sexual Content
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Jacob rushed through the door, dropped his bag on the rich brown hallway carpet and surged down the hallway. He’d been gone ten, long, excruciating weeks. Every moment, even during the merger discussion, were spent thinking about what he would do to his lover. The man had rocked his world before he left. Jacob had been so tired he hadn’t been able to love on him properly, so he’d promised the moment he came through the door would be magnificent. He always lived up to his word.
Too damn bad his flight landed five hours late. He knew Kyle had to be at work in three hours, but it was enough time to give his lover a taste of what was to come. He paused in the doorway, taking in the navy sheets tangled around Kyle’s white legs. The upper half of Kyle’s body glistened with light sheens of sweat, the ones his lover only got when he was having a hot and steamy dream.
Jacob tiptoed over to the bed, tugged the sheet down and ran his hand up Kyle’s leg, stopping to fondle his lover’s heavy balls. A slight moan filled the room and one eye flew open. Kyle’s mouth fell open, but another pleasure fill groaned slipped free the moment Jacob stroked his hardening cock.
“I’m hungry.” Jacob said and lick the underside of Kyle’s cock.
“Then . . . Oh man, do that again.”

Jacob swirled his tongue around the mushroom head then engulfed the ten-inch cock that he’d loved so much.

Monday, January 18, 2016

Flash Fiction Phrase Peak-a-boo

Hope all had a great weak. Today’s phrase flash fiction is kind of a cute one in my opinion. Hope you all enjoy it.
Let your imagination soar as you read.
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Scene is un-edited and copyrighted
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My tail swished, missing every leave or twig around. I wouldn’t give my location away. I wouldn’t fail at my task. Today I would succeed. Today I would take the leader of the High-Tail Jaguar Clan down. I will become what I’m meant to be.
“Going to have to do better at keeping your thoughts to yourself, Johnathon.”
Shoot, in my excitement of locating the perfect attack point I’d let him hear me. The mind-to-mind link never ceased to frustrate me. Good thing it didn’t give him my location.
“You might as well come on out. I know you are around here, even if you did manage to hide your scent from me.”
He might know I’m nearby, but he had no idea I turned his own lesson on him. He will in a minute or two. Soon as . . . There, he’s in the perfect spot.
I leapt from the top of the pine tree I chose to hide in. My jaguar flowed through the air, refusing to breath until contact with his prey was made. The impact against the High-Tail leader’s back jarred my teeth, but I followed him down, pinning his with my teeth. He struggled, but it was useless. I had the back of his neck between my sharp teeth and my claws buried at the base of his spine. One wrong twist and he would be dead. If this hadn’t been a real attack, I would have already landed the blowing kill. For a training exercise I wouldn’t take my prey out. Nor would I at any given time, unless my father turned into some kind of monster, which would never happen. The man lived by the jaguar code, do no unnecessary harm, protect and provide for those weaker and in need.
“Great job, son.”
I back my jaguar up and lowered myself to the ground and waited for the appeasing pat that my father always gave me, even if I failed at taking him down. Most of the time that was the case.
“You did marvelous, care to share with me how you hide yourself so well.”
Was he stupid? No way did another jaguar give away their battle techniques, not even to their father.
His dad chucked and ruffled the fur on the top of his jaguar head. “Next lesson will be on shielding your thoughts from me.”
I let the human part of me reclaim my mind and shifted. Popped my neck, taking away some of the lingering stiffness from being crouched in the top of the small tree. “Good idea, dad.”
“That it is.” His dad tilted his head. “For you, not for me though.”
“Why not?”
“Oh, my son, you will know when you have a son for yourself.”
“Might have a daughter.”
“I fear for you if you do.”
“If she’s like your mother . . .”
“See the point.” I did. My mom was spitfire when she didn’t get her way.
“Speaking of mother. She’s yanking on our mental connection wanting us home for supper.”
“Then let’s not keep her waiting.”
“You mean keep the food waiting.”
“Yes. I’m starving. Took you forever to narrow in on my location.”

They chuckled and made their way toward the pathway leading to their hut.

Monday, January 11, 2016

Flash Fiction Phrase – One Man Doesn’t Make A Company.

Hope all had a good week. Mine’s been slow and I didn’t get nothing accomplished. This week has to be more productive. Not sure where this phrase or scene came from, but I hope you all enjoy it.
Remember let your imagination soar when you read.
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Jonas flopped onto the black leather sofa behind his desk and groaned. What was he supposed to do without Donnie? He had been the company for ten years. The man knew a wonderful looking woman with one look. It’s why he’d been the best man for the Talent Scout for Luscious Ladies Modeling.
 “Jonas,” Robert threw his door open and stormed in like a twister sucking up every house and car in its path. “Do not go where your mind is at.”
At first, Jonas had no idea what Robert was going on about. Then Robert slammed a white sheet of paper down in front of him.
 “I say good f-ing bye to him.”
Jonas glance down, spotting Donnie’s disjointed, doctor style signature. Donnie sent the resignation letter to Robert, before he told him. Made sense, company’s policy stated that if the HR department wasn’t notified before the supervisor that no owed holiday or vacation time would be paid.
 “You’ve always thought he made this company,” Robert sat on top of the light colored coffee table he’d made him as a grand opening gift. “You were wrong then and Donnie Cart-dick-wright proved it by quitting like he did.”
“Cart-dick-wright?” Jonas chuckled at his life-long best friend. “You know he did. If it hadn’t been for him joining the company, I wouldn’t had known what females to bring aboard.”

“Ture. Your opinion of women has always been unusual, but . . .” Robert tossed his hands into the air. “What can you say, you prefer a nice hard body over a thin bimbo.”
Jonas sure did. He’d always taken nice broad bulging shoulder men home. Mainly, because they reminded him of Robert, a man who’d been off limits since he ran across his lover of twenty-two years.
“What do you expect me to do when the women Donnie brought in follows him to his own company?”
Robert leaned back on his hands and gave him the million-dollar smile that he gave right before giving a perfect escape from trouble. Trouble found the two of them loads of times throughout their childhood, and it had always been Robert who saved their asses. Far as Jonas could tell there was no way to save Luscious Ladies Modeling. Appeared he’d be proving his dad right.
“Give Ladies Luscious Modeling a makeover.”
“Another one?”
He’d done so fifteen years ago when Donnie brought him the Wing-It Company. Jonas had been skeptical about finding twenty female underwear and bathing suit models. He’d told Donnie that there was no way for a small town, mainly male oriented modeling company to succeed in doing so. Donnie told him to leave the details to him. That had been the start of a fifteen year, three shows a year, contract with Wing-It. Since the company required at least ten different model each show the majority of his clients became women, so ten years ago he’d changed the company from a Luscious Modeling, a male/female oriented company to Luscious Ladies Modeling.
 “Yes. Go back to Luscious Modeling. You still have the Wing-It contract, right?”
“Yes, we just resigned for five more years.”
“Did you put in the same clause as last time?”
Jonas sat forward and hugged Robert. “Thank you. I forgot about that.”
“How could you?” Robert huffed.
He’d been so distracted about Donnie quitting that he’d forgotten that the contract with Wing-It had been signed two days early.
“Good. Then Donnie can’t steal them for another five years without costing Wing-It quite a bit of money. All that needs doing is to find someone to replace Donnie and I’ll call Jack.”
“Jack? Why would you call him?”
Jack and him hadn’t become close friends like Robert had hoped. How could Jonas get close to the man who stole his true love from him. Petty on his part, but Jonas hadn’t been able to find anyone that measured up to Robert and Jack and Robert had been inseparable. Not that he’d tried much to break them apart. Jonas wouldn’t do anything to upset Robert, not even to make himself happy.
 “Jack has wanted you to take over his calendar gig for ten years. He just signed a new contract with Howling Night Club and needs all new models for their calendars.”
“Big gig.” Howling Night Club owned at least two night clubs in each state and put out a different calendar for each one of them.
“Well, what do you say. Discard your idea that one man makes a business and go back to what you wanted for the company to start with?”
“I say make it happen.”
Jonas stood up and gave his best friend a hug and ordered him to get to work. Robert left the room chuckling.


Monday, January 4, 2016

Flash Fiction Phrase - We've Been Robbed

This week’s flash fiction is inspired from the week I had. Someone broke into my house and stole my laptops and USB drives, even the new one my mom bought me two months ago.
So, I hope you guys enjoy my little scene this week. I have no idea what might come across in it, but whatever it is, remember:
Let your imagination soar when you read.

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Note Strong Language Used.
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“What the . . . Where is . . . Damn it!”
I ran into the other room, cursing with each step, knowing that if the one on the main desk was gone so was the others.
 “What are you doing?” Racheal asked as I entered the master beroom, holding my breath praying I was wrong. I wasn’t.
 “You going to . . .” Rachel’s words trailed off.
I didn’t have to look at her to know her eyes had drifted to the empty spot sitting on her desk.
 “Where the fuck is my computer?”
There was the reaction I was waiting for. My spit-fire of a woman was as protective of her computer as she was me and her parents.
“What are you doing standing there?”
Something hit my upper arm, drawing my attention away from the barren spot where my external drive once resided. Another hard impact to my shoulder had me reaching up to rub it.
 “Call the damn law. We’ve been robbed.”
I shook the roaring that has consumed my head from the fact that every bit of my hard work on the project for the Thompson account was gone. I’d forgotten to upload it to the cloud. Five months of work going poof. That’ll teach me to forget. That’ll teach me to not have my software set to automatically upload to the cloud.
 “Snap out it, Tommy.”
Rachael patted my cheek, a bit harder than necessary and then slammed the phone into my hand.
 “Sooner the law gets here sooner we can find out who violated our home.”
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