Flash Friday (Fuck me senseless) Fiction

Posted in General Blogging on July 9, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Ahhh.

Non.

Ah oui mon amour.

Prende moi… maintenant !

Fuck !  Things shouldn’t be this difficult in life.  Didn’t you see the weather repot?

There we were.  Trapped.  My love with me.

Good god, save me.  I pray to you my lord.  No, seriously.  I pray for this storm to last.  I grasp, I plead, I beg to you Grace… deliver me.  Take me,  body, soul, life.

Let the rain purge my sin while I find new ways to define what sin means.

I began to pray again…

Dear god of storms, let this man, my love, my life be reborn when he enters me during your thundering rain.

Give me this.

Footballus Interuptus

Posted in General Blogging on June 28, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Well there’s a couple of weeks lost.  I was temporarily swept away by World Cup Football.  Every team I could justify supporting is now eliminated.  France, the US and now England.  Fortunately it’s only every 4 years.  And please, I beg you, write to FIFA if you’ve a heart.  No more vuvuzelas and kill the refs.

Back to business as usual now.

Regretfully I missed last week’s Flash Friday Fiction, but I’ve had a chance to look over the other posts and invite you to do the same.  Here’s the link…

Scarlet is Dead

Posted in General Blogging with tags on June 21, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Before I let myself go into to great a rant, let me first show my respects for the death of a great, sexy mag that died a sad and pathetic death this week due to… well due to what?  I don’t get it.  I want to blame their marketing, but more I want to blame their market.  If you missed out on the short life of Scarlet, you can pick up on what happened here.

Rest in peace and let’s hope Harlot can pick up the pace a bit and fill the void.

The Widow (Flash Friday Fiction)

Posted in General Blogging with tags on June 18, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Oh lord … this is going to take all night.

England is playing like France.  In other words, shite.   He’s literally off his mind at this point.  His anger is red and raw.

I’m red and raw.  With wanting him.  Wanting him to see me.  Want me.

LOOK THIS WAY FOR FUCK’S SAKE!

I hear the ref sound a whistle and leave the room.  I’m thinking a change of clothing might bring my man around to me.  Then, in a flash, I decide clothing wouldn’t, but the lack of clothing might.  So I strip and rub myself down with the cream he gave me from l’Occitane.   That fresh smell mixed with my scent that makes his knees go weak.

England misses a chance at a free kick.  He’s screaming.  I’m desperate for his attention and his anger.

He screams again when Rooney misses a chance at a goal.  I’m cold.  The windows are open.  I pull my coat over me and rest in a chair waiting.

LOOK!

He doesn’t look.  The match ends.  He’s near tears.  I’m near tears myself.  Then, finally, he looks up to see me… waiting… and the full-fevered anger meets me.

All of him.  For me.  I’ll take it all.

Fuck the England squad, and fuck me you filthy perverted man.

A Musical Interlude

Posted in General Blogging on June 14, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Let’s start the week off with a bit of uh huh…

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Contract Labor (Flash Friday Fiction)

Posted in General Blogging with tags on June 11, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Why is it?  The bleeding carpenter shows up first every single time.  And they’re all the same carpenters.  Muscle-bound, thick as a sack of dog shite and proud of their neckless bodies.

This one wasn’t that bad.  At least he had a bit going on downstairs.  Granted, I had to lead the show, but that’s what it’s all about.  If you want the new stairs put in by the weekend, you’ve got to do what a girl’s got to do.  But god help me.  He fancies himself a romantic.  He thinks we’ve got “a right cool thing baby.”

What he doesn’t know is I’ve got the plumber waiting.  His turn next.

Lab Voyeurism

Posted in By Cate on June 8, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Cate was about a mile away from the parking lot when she realized she’d forgotten to send a report.  Damn, damn and double damn!

At the next roundabout she whipped her car around and headed back fuming.  In normal circumstances it could have waited for the morning, but she’d taken Friday off for a long weekend away so she wouldn’t be back until Monday.  The report would be late and she’d be in trouble.

Waving her badge at the security gate she waited for it to open then went in and parked up near the door.  There were only a few cars left so parking was unusually easy.

Cate stormed back into her office throwing her bag on a chair and turning on her computer.  She didn’t bother turning on the office lights.  This wouldn’t take long and there was enough late day sun coming in.  Her door swung almost closed automatically.  She generally pulled a small box in front of it to leave it open, but couldn’t be bothered.

Her office was a bit of a fishbowl with windows all round.  Cate had taped scientific posters to the window looking toward the open-space office shared by the technicians.  It gave her some degree of privacy and there was enough space between the posters for her to still see if someone was heading toward her door.

The bloody computer took ages to restart.  Dinosaur of a machine as it was.

She eventually pulled up the report and re-read it to look for obvious mistakes.  It had been put together as a team and as if often the case, there was part in present tense and part in past.  She began correcting.

While she saved the document in a pdf format for sending she heard voices and peeked between the taped posters to see who had come into the open space.  It was Marie and Lucas and they were arguing.  They obviously hadn’t seen she was back because their conversation was quite heated and quite personal.

“When are you going to tell him?”  Lucas demanded.  Tell who?  What?

“Lucas.  It’s not that easy.”  Marie pouted.  Oh, Marie.  Her beautiful blondeness and blue-eyedness.

They were young.  Early twenties at most.  Just out of university.  They had obviously just left the lab as they were both still in lab coats.  Marie hopped up on one of the long work tables and Lucas stood in front of her as she wrapped her long legs around his waist.

Marie and Lucas?  Well I never.  They’ve never given the slightest hint.

Cate quietly typed a message to her client, attached the file and hits send.  She wasn’t sure what to do then.  If she left her office she’d startle them and they’d be embarrassed.  If she turned her monitor off she could just sit here quietly until the left.  That’s what she decided to do.

Lucas was now unsnapping Marie’s lab coat while Marie looked around panicked.  They still didn’t see Cate who was getting progressively titillated.  Marie was a pretty young thing and Lucas had a bad boy look that she found magnetic.  Lucas pulled open Marie’s coat pulling it off of her revealing her little lace top.  Cate got comfortable.  She had a perfect view.  This is much better than porn.

“Lucas!  Not here.”  Marie protested.

“Then where?  You’re going home to him.”

Oooo.  The plot thickens.  Marie has a him at home.  Little slut.

Lucas is fumbling with Marie’s breasts trying to coax one over the top of her bra.  Nice.  Very nice.

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Online Baiting

Posted in General Blogging with tags on June 6, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Cate Goes Down - online datingHere we go.  First my headline: I’m the one your mother warned you about.  No.  Better tame it down a bit.

Passionate explorer of planet earth.

Yeah, that oughta do it.

Now, about me and who I’m looking for:

I’m a libertine slut who masturbates regularly and I will learn how to make you scream. I need a man who can take me three times a day and slap me hard if I refuse a fourth.  He must not shy away from a bit of rough play.

I’m a happy, independent woman with a strong sense of how to have a good time.  I’m up for pretty much anything truth told.  I’m looking for a guy with the same who can too.

This next bit could be slightly tricky. In my own words:

I like the hedonist life and can take on as many men or women you throw my way.  My twisted and perverse mind never stops.  And I don’t give a toss about your mates, your family, your job or any of your various boring hobbies.  And if your profile mentions your mother you can fuck off right now.

I’m a sociable, energetic and open-minded girl that enjoys sport.  I’ve been told I’m quite creative and have a unique way of viewing things.

What I like to do for fun:

BDSM

Inventing creative new games

My favorite hotspot:

Xstreamparty Amsterdam

My local pub

One of my favorite things:

Your cock in my mouth

Interesting food

My last read:

Molly Weatherfield’s Carrie’s Story.  Look it up fuckwit.  You might learn something

The Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller

Close enough.

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The Wedding Dance (Flash Friday Fiction)

Posted in General Blogging on June 4, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

The ceramony had just ended.

It had been a tame affair up till now.  Graham’s mother managed to keep her shaking under control.  No screams.  Not once did she blurt out, “WHY HER?”  Her darling son had never, to this day, disappointed her.  But the day he walked in the house with Marcy, the “artist”… well,  she never!

Ended too was the marriage once Marcy decided, after a few too many glasses of champagne, to do her interpretive dance “What Marriage Means to Me”.

Doggy Birthday

Posted in General Blogging on June 1, 2010 by Cate Goes Down

Cate Goes Down - italian vogueJude’s birthday is coming up and I’m trying to think of the perfect gift.  I think I’ve got it.

You see, as experienced as my darling man is, he’s never had sex in a car so I’m taking him Dogging.  Great plan, eh?

OK.  There is a tiny flaw.  We can’t do it anywhere around mine so that means my car is out and he doesn’t own a car.  Can you go dogging on a bike?

I think I should ask for some advice.  Any doggers out there?

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