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May 2013

Absolute Write – May Blog Chain

Open to all forum members, even after it starts!

This month’s prompt:
Dialogue Only

Make a post that is only back-and-forth dialogue, with no description or tags. As always, it may be fiction or nonfiction, prose or poetry, or any other form you care to use. If you want an additional prompt for your dialogue, you can use “Wrong Place, Right Time,” but this is strictly optional.
Each post should be less than 1000 words if possible. Read and comment on other participants’ posts if
you possibly can–they’ll be doing the same for you!

Here is a list of all the participants, follow the links to their blogs and search for the May blog!!

Participants and posts:
orion_mk3 –
Ralph Pines –
pushingfordream –
articshark –
pyrosama –
Sudo_One –
Nissie –
Angyl78 –
Lady Cat –
U2Girl –
MsLaylaCakes –
SuzanneSeese –
LanaK –
in_one –

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Flash Fiction Friday

Dev started up the stairs, leaving Frank to let the DM know all was well. He made his way to the far corner of the upstairs and settled into the large chair at the low table. It would let him see across the floor and know if he was needed in the club. He shouldn’t be. Max was running the bar so it should be good. HIs manager could handle most everything.

Dev finished situating the sub in his lap as everyone found their seats. He could feel her relaxing, her breathing start to match his. He let her come out of the attack on her own, knowing to do this because of what Mike had told him works best. Touch, quiet and no questions. Dev sat there holding Crystal as he listened to the others discuss this weekend’s plans. It was supposed to be a carefree three-day weekend at Jakes. Hopefully it would be.


Thursday Thoughts

Pride goeth before a fall


I didn’t think it was fair. I really don’t think it is at all. But, after pondering this delima overnight I wonder if I may have been too prideful?


Yes, I can do my job and your job and parts of that job. See?? I am GOOD. Uhhh… maybe not so much. My bank account and credit cards are reflecting the not so much. The fact that I was overlooked/not seen/not good enough/not offered the position that was announced and filled all in one sentence yesterday? Well that is definitely a not-so-much.


Which really truly is a bummer! And I am thinking a wakeup call. The job I am currently in will not lead me anywhere soon. Any upward movement within the ranks is currently filled and not likely to be empty any time soon. I’ve known this for a few years now, it just took me this long to realize that I am not making it. I will not be moving up anytime soon, nor will the paychecks be increasing unless I put myself out there and look for another job. I will not be handed a position. Shoot no matter how upset I am, I have to admit I never promoted myself, put myself out there. I just quietly did the work behind the scenes. That may be an issue. I don’t think nice quiet people finish first, it is the ones who make themselves seen and heard that get the quick bump-ups in this world. Which I believe is quite unfair!


Everyone puts their pants on one leg at a time, have to open the door before they go in the building. Even me. However, I lack the schmoozing skills. I lack the ability to read people and not put my foot in my mouth, legitimately shooting down any chance of a promotion or opportunity.


I really can’t get upset, I am hurt, but angry? The only one I can truly be angry with is myself. I mean, what didn’t I do? I don’t know, not smiling, not promoting myself, not saying looky looky!! Could possibly be the lack of patience I had the fifth time I ran down the stairs for the same problem in one day? So obviously my ego that I am hot shit? Has taken a beating. All I can do is bow out of this job gracefully and find another one. And work to not get so full of myself, obviously I have A LOT to learn.


Graceful acceptance that in the economy we have today, I have a job. I don’t have to love my job, but I do need to give my best and be gracious.


Cass Webb – “Kemla” Blog Hunt

The following is my review for chapters 7 and 8 of Cass Webb’s “Kemla”.  Read the review, answer the question and then follow the links through the different blogs to get to the end of the hunt. If you get in a bit of a bind, there is help at
In these two chapters, we find the heroine in a bit of a pickle. The heroine, Kemla, has managed to get herself captured by slavers in a bar filled with more slavers. She is attempting to free herself, but a snag is put in her plans by her temper and one of the slavers. The same slaver both helps and thwarts Kemla’s plans, his plan to keep her alive. After a misstep on Kemla’s part and help from the slaver; another slaver, Kaitn, the slaver Kemla is attempting to escape from demands some of the slave girls to perform a show by dancing. We are left at the end of chapter 8 wondering what trouble Kemla has gotten herself into when she attempts to help the slave girls and remove the rooms attention from them.
I found these two chapters to be a quick read, though chapter 7 is not for the faint of heart and some may find the content disturbing. The good news is that nothing bad happens to our heroine, just a very disturbing illusion of what could. How far is Kemla willing to go to save herself?
This is a HUNT, click on the answer to follow a link to another website post all about Kemla. If you can navigate your way through this hunt you will be rewarded with a secret hidden chapter.
Q. “Who wants a show?” Kaitn roars. What is the ‘show’ he’s referring to?

Friday Flash Fiction


“Oh there she is. She hasn’t made it to the bar yet.”

Mike looked where his pet was pointing. Yes, their friend hadn’t made it yet. But she was in the club, out of her house. That was a plus. God it’d only taken a year. Hopefully Devin would be able to help her. Seeing as his mentor and friend had more experience with subs. There were no canes in the club tonight. The staff had locked them up. Not to say something else wouldn’t cause a panic attack. He knew he shouldn’t, hell they all did, but with every attack Crystal had had this year, whoever was with her felt as he did, helpless. Not an emotion he was used to or liking.

The group had finally brought this to Dev’s attention, the other dom dead. Dev had said give him a date, a time and he’d try to help. But, she had to come here.

He watched as Max pointed her in the right direction. Would she move?


“Display!” Mike snapped the words automatically, then looked to see what the problem was. Some idiot Dom was walking past Crystal with a 10-foot whip. He waited for the attack, ready to go, then stopped; there was Devlin.

Dev stepped in front of the sub just in time. He would have to figure out how the idiot got the whip on the floor later. He didn’t talk to his staff to hear his own voice. She stopped in front of him, that or run into him. He watched her eyes flick up to him then lowered quickly. He waited, her eyes raised, the question clearly in them.

“You’re late.” Dev held his hand out for the note she was currently crushing in her hand. Taking it from her “Come”. He turned and headed to the bar. She fell into step just to the right. He stopped to let a few customers pass him, then started forward again. Holding his hand behind him he felt her slip her hand into his. He tucked it into his waistband and kept crossing the floor, talking to customers as he went. He was one of the proprietors, it was what he had to do. He had felt Crystal relax once she was able to hold onto him. Hopefully Mike and Ashley had told her what was going to happen tonight. Leonard, lucky he was dead or Dev would have to kill him for the damage he had done. The bastard had been hiding, abusing and stealing from her for decades. He only knew a small part of the story but Leonard had gotten a hold of her when she turned 19. And to think the man had been a member here! Np one had known he was hiding a slave at home. He made his way to Mike and Ashley sitting at the bar.

Stopping in front of the empty seat, he pulled her in front of him and placed her on the stool. As soon as he removed his hands he saw the panic start. Stepping into her space he grabbed her left hand and hooked it back into his waistband. She started to relax. It was something he and Frank had discussed over the years, that sometimes touch could relax and provide security for a sub more than words ever could.


Dev looked at the body curled into itself under the counter at his feet. He had never seen a sup, person or soldier move that fast. As he bent done to Crystal he heard the litany, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Panic attack. Dev knew what that was. Man, if Leonard wasn’t head he really would have killed him. Dev stopped to breathe and calm himself before reaching out and carefully gathering the sub to his chest. He stood, careful to avoid knocking either of their heads into the bar. Standing he looked at Mike, Ashley and Frank, all right there to help if he needed it.

“Let’s take this upstairs. Frank, have Max find and kick out whoever has that whip!”

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