tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54082658709500358382011-07-30T18:44:15.905-07:00Whatever comes to my mind, whenever it manages to get there.MydniteBytehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704853412591845300noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408265870950035838.post-41162037882478251102010-08-20T00:01:00.000-07:002010-08-20T00:01:00.671-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJs1KYG7ZAM/TGlnQ4un4uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wqESAkxnfEQ/s1600/French_decadence+from+Charles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJs1KYG7ZAM/TGlnQ4un4uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wqESAkxnfEQ/s320/French_decadence+from+Charles.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(Photo/artwork provided by <a href="http://leoutlandosdamour.wordpress.com/">Charles</a>; artist and source unknown)</span></i></div><br /><br />Their eyes were somehow accusing. They obviously seemed to think that I mistakenly walked through a wrong door. That I didn't belong there. In their preoccupation with undressing each other they didn't even consider that I had walked through the door quite deliberately. They had no idea of the pleasures that this stranger in their doorway was going to show them. I was hired to end their bratty ways. Their fathers had no idea what their daughters were going to be doing instead. I stood there for a moment and drank in the sight of their bare breasts and long legs. All three of them jumped when I smacked the riding crop against my boot. It was not the last time the twitch of my hand would have that effect on them.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://insatiabear.blogspot.com/2010/03/flash-fiction-friday-faq.html"><img border="1" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xJs1KYG7ZAM/TGKmy4eyHyI/AAAAAAAAANw/FmQnFp0IqtE/s320/fff2.jpg" alt="Flash Fiction Friday!" border="1"/></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408265870950035838-4116203788247825110?l=mydnitebyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MydniteBytehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704853412591845300noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5408265870950035838.post-74033390700392733142010-08-18T21:50:00.000-07:002010-08-18T21:53:09.516-07:00I decided to scratch what I had here and start over. I like to write sometimes, but I don't usually feel as though I have anything to write about. So, I am going to try participating in some weekly writing prompts and see how that gets my creative juices juicing. We'll see where things go from there.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5408265870950035838-7403339070039273314?l=mydnitebyte.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>MydniteBytehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12704853412591845300noreply@blogger.com1