Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Flash Fucktion: An Experiment

My lovely bride is a professional author. She told me some time ago about a writing trend called "Flash Fiction," short stories or chapters of longer stories that can be read in just a couple of minutes. Add to that thought the conversation I was having with Erica yesterday that I was frustrated my blog just doesn't seem to get much traffic. Perhaps I'm too philosophical, I wondered aloud. Perhaps I don't have enough naughty stuff. Porn and kink are popular. Parallel to that I've been enjoying some of Lizzy's fiction. To be honest, I don't really get off on the written word (I'm a man, man! to paraphrase Austin Powers--wow, there's a contemporary reference!), but I've found a few of Lizzie's recent stories (yesterday's, one on her scene at FMS with Miss Chris, a part one of a sci-fi story) quite titillating and they've got all my creative juices flowing (so to speak).

So, I've decided to coin the term "Flash Fucktion" as a way to describe these short, easy-to-digest kink stories, told my way.

Here's part one of my first Flash Fucktion. Your feedback will determine whether I continue or not:


EO: Moon of Jupiter--Part 1/Log 331-a

O’Conner floated into the Lab Bay, like he always did when he awoke. Unshaven, he had a toothbrush in his mouth like a cigarette.

“Morning, loser,” Steph said, barely glancing at him as he pulled himself to a view window to take a peek at Eo, glowing yellowish-orange in the blush of Jupiter. “Mmmumph dalloph,” O’Conner replied. “Right,” Steph said, continuing to fine tune her lab experiment.

“I didn’t lose,” he said, pulling the toothbrush out of his mouth and depositing it into a Ziploc bag. Unsure what to do with the froth in his mouth he decided to reopen the bag and spat into it, sealing it again. “I was just slightly second.”

Steph wrinkled her nose at his hygiene as a smile crept on her lips. “Loser.”

O’Conner ran his fingers through his hair and slid up next to her. “How are the Gamma tests going today?” he asked, pretending to be interested. “HETE-3 is sending good data back and we’re bouncing it to Fermi Gamma-ray Space Telescope back home.”

“Great,” O’Conner said, utterly uninterested, yanking the digital camera off the charger and snapping a few photos out the view window. “I want to talk to you about something.” Something in O’Conner’s voice made Steph stop and turn to look at him. The orange glow from Jupiter made him look tan and attractive. “You really made me look silly out there yesterday,” he said, suddenly serious.

“I did?” Steph seemed genuinely concerned. “I didn’t mean to.”

“That feed went to Houston Beta,” O’Conner said. “I got a lot of shit from Command and Control over you bum rushing the airlock to beat me. You know that beat protocol. NASA protocol.”

Steph hung her head. “I know.” Then she locked eyes with him. “I just wanted to win.”

“Of course you did, you competitive bitch,” O’Conner said, a sly grin on his face. “But between your protocol breach and the AI at C&C giving me shit, you’re going to need to learn you can’t always win, regardless of our relationship up here.” Again, Steph looked down and replied meekly, “I know.”

“Come here.” O’Conner said, releasing his grip from the Bay to float freely. Steph pressed a few buttons on the experiment module to put it on Auto and gently pushed away from it, moving gracefully across the room. O’Conner took a hair net from a Velcro pad near his head and put it over the cabin camera and stuffed a gym sock from his pocket over the mic.

“Why did you do that?” she asked, her voice slightly husky.

“Because I want you to take off your jumpsuit.”

“What?!” Steph exclaimed. “Why??”

“Because I’m going to punish you for embarrassing me. I’m going to spank you.” Steph looked at the covered camera and mic. She looked at O’Conner. He wasn’t fucking around. He was pissed. She must’ve really made him look foolish to the C&C bots.

27 comments:

  1. Ooh, I hope that hairnet falls off the camera. never mind, it's hardly likely to hide the action that ensues. And the sock probably has a hole to let the sound through :-)

    What a fun story!

    Hugs,
    Hermione

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  2. Aren't hairnets made of mesh? :-)

    OK, you know you got my swoon on with the "p" word. Carry on...

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  3. Bunched-up hairnets would be dense enough to block a small lens. It's a FANTASY, people!

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  4. Well, you know me well enough to know that you've got my attention. Love it so far.

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  5. I'm STILL waiting on the rest of it. Very patiently, you might notice. Or not patiently at all, but I want more!

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  6. Yes, please do give Lizzie more so she'll stop pressing me for a blog post! :-)

    This is a whole new way of looking at the phrase "Houston, we have a problem!"

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  7. Good, Jada! Glad you're liking it.

    C

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  8. Lizzie:

    GET OFF MY BACK!

    ;-)

    Craig

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  9. That was "Flash FUKTION-Tastical".. there's a spanking looking for a place to happen in your Flash Fuktion (!) .. Now.. that was good filler, but 'Where's the beef Clara? I mean Craig' (ducks!) .. I'm not as patient as lizziehuckleberry ya see!

    (once again.. even though I'm a "follower" of your blog, I still can't figure out why I'm not receiving an email notice when you blogged. grrrr.. (sighs)

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  10. Me, neither, Zelle!

    At least you checked in the same day as the entry!!!

    Thanks for the vote of confidence!

    C

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  11. Lets just say, I've put you on my priority list due to that snafu, so I've been checking daily just to be sure I wasn't gonna be a day late and a spanking short. haha!

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  12. @Indy - I wasn't pressuring you. I was simply saying how much I enjoy reading your blogs and how much I missed them.

    @Craig - I waited nearly 6 hours! Granted, I was at work and couldn't post a comment sooner, but let's pretend I was showing some patience.

    (Now waiting as patiently as possible for the next chapter.)

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  13. It wouldn't be smart marketing to post so frequently. You gotta spread these things out to maximize hits. Right?

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  14. Zelle and Craig,

    Following does not mean you get email notifications.(I believe Wordpress has that feature.) It means that you get a preview of the new post on the Blogger dashboard. You only get emails for individual posts if you subscribe just before you publish your comment.

    Hugs,
    Hermione

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  15. Oh. Dumb.

    Thanks for the clarification, H!

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  16. Oh Hermione! Thanks! I thought I was losing it! So I guess (unless I've subscribed upon commenting), that I still have to check 'google reader' daily.. to keep up with Mr. Atomic Arm huh? LOL
    ~Zelle

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  17. Craig: Hermione sent me over :D I enjoyed reading! You write very well, with lovely little details, and it is easy to get lost in the story... more please! :D

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  18. I really liked it, although I was waiting for the description of what was to come. No pun intended. LOL :) I'll be back!

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  19. Very nice story. Thanks.

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  20. Spanking Science Fiction?
    I am sold.

    (Oh, and Hermione sent me. ;)

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  21. Great story! You write very well!
    Hermione sent me, although I'm not sure I've actually commented on her page before. :-)

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  22. Rayne:

    Thanks for coming and checking it out! And I hope you become a regular!

    C

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  23. Hey, Anonymouses: (Anonymouse's? No... Anonymi?)

    Thanks for visiting and checking out the story. I hope you return!

    Craig

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  24. A'marie:

    Ha! Glad you like it. More coming!

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  25. Craig, our friend Hermione sent me over.

    Excellent story, more to come I hope.

    Love,
    Ronnie
    xx

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