I’m blogging more than I have in recent weeks, because I think writing breeds writing, and I miss it. I have a box of postcards depicting vintage Penguin book covers and I had no idea what to do with them – I’m not a big sender of old school mail. And then I remembered F Dot Leonora’s Sticky Note fiction, and wondered if I could do something similar. Pick a postcard at random and then write a piece of erotic flash inspired by the title on the card. By linking it to Kayla Lord’s great meme Masturbation Monday, I hope i’ll be inspired to do it on a fairly regular basis. This is my first attempt. I hope you enjoy.
Semen was to High School what strangers were to Primary: *the* thing to be afraid of. After all, you could get pregnant even if he didn’t come inside you. So at first she made the mistake of thinking she craved his come because it was transgressive, the same way she craved unknown sex in dark alleyways. The sex was good, even with condoms – he knew how to tilt her hips just so, and she came more easily than she ever had with anyone else. But her own wetness coating her skin afterwards wasn’t enough – she wanted to know what it would feel like mixed with his. ‘How long?’ she wondered. How long did you have to have been fucking before you could talk STD testing and alternative methods? He seemed to know what she wanted, asked if she’d like him to come in her mouth, on her tits, her face. And it was close to what she’d hoped, but not quite there. So she got tested, without telling him, went on the pill. When she told him, he had a surprise for her too: his own clean results. In the weeks that followed they fucked bareback time and again, and with the trace of him inside her, she learnt something new. Semen was indeed the source of new life – it made *her* feel alive.
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oh i love this, so much in such a little space…love the semen and strangers analogy…
And having people like you, who are so supportive and so inspirational, read my writing, is a dream come true for me. Thank you xxx
i feel the same way about you! 💋💋💋
Oh…what a great idea to keep your stories small. I may have to borrow that one! But I’d have to find just the right post cards. I look forward to seeing what else you come up with.
Oops…I commented with my closed account….wouldn’t want to head you in the wrong direction. xoxo, Brigit (The Lustful Literate)
Thanks for the kind comment – will check out your blog 🙂
Nice idea! I have a friend who sends me these postcards…I may not look at them the same way from now on. And you’ve got the cutest ‘young’ handwriting…it’s strangely at odds with the words but very endearing and makes me think of teenage love messages. I like it!
Thanks!
Pleasure. Found one today sorting a stack of post. Made me smile!
I adore this piece. Great writing.
Thanks!
SQUEEEE! I SO hate that I missed this last week, but I am SO glad you joined in and I caught up. Very nice! Please say you’ll definitely make this a regular thing!
Sorry I missed this last week. I love it. Short but it packs a punch and the postcard idea is great. Good to see you on the Masturbation Monday hop. Rebecca x
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