Daily Denial

Before the crack of dawn Katie finally barred the door at the Kiel Over Inn with that heavy metal beam. Only after a thorough wipe down and a vast quantity of bleach. She batted her large blue eyes at the inspector hoping the dormant and departed Standard Moxie and Libby Snippy would remain mute in their obscured cranny at Koehring Grand Central House. Katie’s only regret was that the battered and mangled Cyrus Plush had been discovered before she could place him to decay with his two decadent damsels for all of eternity.


Daily Squeak

via Daily Prompt: Gate

As luck would have it Katie emerged after luxuriating in her Tiparillo smoke filled stall just in time to see Standard, Libby, and Cyrus exit the Kiel Over Inn’s swinging saloon doors. Needless to say Katie did not bar the doors at this moment, but rather exited out the back with the heavy metal door bar in tow. With only the squeak of the side gate to give away her pursuit which went unnoticed by our trio as geometrical possibilities and sweet satiation visions pulsed through them all.


Daily Geometry

via Daily Prompt: Lollipop

Libby was the furthest thing from Standard’s mind this night in the Kiel Over Inn. She just felt the sweet ache in her jaw from last nights proceedings in the back office of this very establishment after last call. Armed with hotel room for tonight she would not be the only on doling out the lickin’. But when Libby entered the bar and covered the shortest possible distance between two points directly to Ms. Moxie, new geometrical possibilities arose for the nights enjoyment of tonight’s extremely large and lush Plush lollipop.


Daily Lush

via Daily Prompt: Savor

Standard Moxie always knew how to enjoy herself. When she was a young woman she always felt a tingle in places she was just learning that she had places; especially when young boys groped her with their eyes. Even when older men violated her with their whole being. She basked in their attentions. But it seemed when those attentions manifested they always lacked a few of that manifests line items. Then at the age of forty she learned to savor her sexuality. Looking at her new item, twenty five year old bartender Cyrus Plush, she had a lot of savoring going on all within her various and sundry places. Her savor was brimming to the rim of her tightly wound, packed, and stacked raven haired vessel. As she raised the cocktail glass to her color coordinated dripping ruby red lips she caught a glimpse of their reflected lushness in the liquid. Savoring would soon be commencing in her room down the road at the Inn shortly. 


Daily Blast

Bury, burn or blast off. Thinking back to our earliest days I have to wonder which came first. Some hominid tripping over the bones of the dead said we have to do something about this. Hmmm. Should we dig a hole and bury it or should we have a bonfire (really a bone fire) and make ashes of our ancestors.

Conditions at the time dictated and facilitated the choice.

Fast forward many years to when technology gave us another option. Lets just shoot our earthly remains into space. After all there is a lot of space up there in space. We are just the species to fill it. After all who wants to have their leavings hanging around in perpetuity in the…