tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10035937202593615512024-03-07T20:25:40.764-08:00Drabbles, Ficlets, etc.Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003593720259361551.post-74828075572021238952013-09-04T10:19:00.003-07:002013-09-04T10:19:21.548-07:00Tug Of War<div class="MsoNormal">
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Warning all mistake
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As I stood looking in a full length mirror I
could see my best friend since fifth grade standing shirtless and in a pair of
old jeans hot as hell in my bedroom doorway. He gave me a goofy grin and looked
at me. I was in a pair of striped briefs. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"So someone turns
eighteen today!" he said, giving me an odd smile. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yeah, I finally
caught up to you," I told him. I was six months younger than him. I heard
the door slam shut and the lock click. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Want to play tug
a war?" he said, coming up behind me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"That's a child
game. But sure, why not?" I told him, fighting the hardness that was about
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I could feel his finger
slip in my waist band. <o:p></o:p></div>
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"Cool if I get
them down, I win and I get to spank you on your bare butt eighteen times hard
along with a pinch to grow on." <o:p></o:p></div>
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I grabbed my waistband
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"Oh don't worry, you won't," he said
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Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003593720259361551.post-53438518882437542292013-09-02T16:22:00.002-07:002013-09-02T16:22:17.975-07:00The Bath<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-GB">The room was small with a polished wood
floor, probably oak. The walls were painted tan, and the far wall had white
ceramic tiles with brown trim. A soft frost was on the window for modesty. A
plate of soap and an old fashion white porcelain pitcher sat on the windowsill.
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<span lang="EN-GB">I sat on one end of the tub with a towel wrapped
around my shoulders and he sat on the other end towel drying his hair. He
looked up at me and smiled. The water running into the tub was half way up our
calves. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"Both of us aren't going to fit,"
I told him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"Sure we can," he said to me as
he stood up. He helped me to stand, so I wouldn't slip. We both dropped our
towels on the floor beside the tub, and he turned me around. I rested my back
against his chest waiting to find out what he had planned. I felt his hands on
my hips.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB"> "Now sit down," he told me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">I felt his tongue at my tail bone, and it
slid up my back as I sat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">Once I was sitting on his lap his mouth
found my neck, and he kissed it. "Told you we would both fit." His
hands gently roamed over my chest. "You should always trust your man,"
he whispered in my ear as he softly pinched my ass.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Carol's Cornerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18185488040753656510noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003593720259361551.post-22499339868986040162013-09-02T16:21:00.002-07:002013-09-02T16:21:29.655-07:00But It's Hallowe'en<div class="MsoNormal">
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<span lang="EN-GB">"No way," I said as I turned my
young lover around and pushed him back towards the bedroom he'd just exited. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"But it's Halloween!" he cried
out as I gave his tightly covered ass a firm swat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"I don't care if it is Mardi
Gras." I was standing in the bedroom doorway with my arms crossed. "I
will not allow my nineteen year old partner to leave this house dressed as a
cheap street walker.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-GB">"So can I go as a high paid call
girl?" he asked closing the bathroom door quickly as I advanced on him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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