tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645013027675035616.post3464329989544355538..comments2011-11-24T16:21:04.762-07:00Comments on #3ForThursday: 3 For Thursday Week 9 Prompt 3 - American Thanksgiving EditionD. Ryan Leaskhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16277390922948493235noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645013027675035616.post-49879238592340532342011-11-24T16:21:04.762-07:002011-11-24T16:21:04.762-07:00Pleasure Before Business: A Holiday Tale
Lucius H...Pleasure Before Business: A Holiday Tale<br /><br />Lucius Haversham-Overstreet lived a life in tribute to<br />excess. He believed it was not merely the privilege of<br />men of means to overindulge, it was their responsibility<br />to do so.<br /><br />Lesser men only contemplated joys forever denied to<br />them. Lucius felt obliged to "take up the slack", so to<br />speak. His efforts countered the deprivations ascetics<br />subjected themselves to. He helped to maintain the cosmic<br />balance of things.<br /><br />Every gustatory treat, every distilled liquor, maidens of<br />all ages and dispositions, these things and far more<br />were all greedily devoured, quaffed or debauched as the<br />opportunity presented itself. As long as he maintained<br />both fiscal largesse and moral bankruptcy, Lucius saw no<br />reason his lifestyle need ever change.<br /><br />Tonight's smorgasbord of sensory delicacies had left him delightfully satisfied. He reclined, languidly, on a large<br />brocaded sofa. Grotesquely obsese and shamelessly<br />naked, he was an unpleasant sight.<br /><br />Lucius saw the time and, sighing, hauled himself upward.<br />He crossed the room unsteadily and inspected the body<br />strapped to the immense four-poster bed.<br /><br />The woman, girl really, had been a rather scrumptious<br />diversion between each of the seven courses of his<br />evening meal. She was plush and full-breasted with a<br />rounded posterior.<br /><br />She was face-down and unconscious. Cushions were<br />arranged so that her backside was thrust upwards<br />assuring access to her twin "ports of entry". Blood and<br />fluids trickled from them onto her reddened flesh.<br /><br />The lurid sight brought a smile to Lucius. Not surprising<br />she was still senselesess given the vigor with which he<br />had repeatedly plundered her charms.<br /><br />He left her thusly, returned upstairs. Entertaining as it<br />might have been to satisfy himself with her quiescent<br />form, duties called. He must review and approve the<br />menu for his annual Thanksgiving gathering. Tedious and<br />annoying, but he HAD maintained his cardinal rule -<br />pleasure before business.<br /><br />300 words @klingorengiAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05504298750127152026noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4645013027675035616.post-60612326381573976742011-11-24T13:37:33.625-07:002011-11-24T13:37:33.625-07:00Thanksgiving Traditions
by Lisa McCourt Hollar
Jo...Thanksgiving Traditions<br />by Lisa McCourt Hollar<br /><br />Jonathan leaned back in his layzboy and loosened his belt. He had enjoyed his feast today with his family.<br /><br />Thoughtfully he picked up his kindle and turned it on. His story came into view, exactly where he had last left it. The Carnival, by Lisa McCourt Hollar was just what he needed to read while waiting for dessert. He could hear Tanya in the kitchen and wondered what she'd created for her culinary masterpiece.<br /><br />Diving back into The Carnival, Jonathan chuckled at the reaction of the soon to be dead heroin of the story. Her tongue having been bitten out of her mouth, Lucy could do nothing but scream. He wished he had been able to serve a tongue that scrumptious. The fat bitch he had served up had pierced her tongue. The metal ring she wore in it had tainted the meat, making it unedible. He had done the best he could, dicing it, along with bits of her liver, into a spinache salad.<br />Tanya had made a poppy seed and bone marrow dressing that helped cover the metalic taste.<br /><br />On the couch, Frank was snoring. Jonathan tried to ignore his brother-in-law, but he had a strong urge to slit his throat. Thankfully Tanya came in carrying a pie before he could react. <br /><br />Frank roused himself from the couch and called Amber and the kids to the table. Jonathan looked at his wife questioningly. He could smell the candied eyes inside the pie, (his mother's recipe, God rest her soul), though he knew he had used the two their meal had provided in the salad.<br /><br />"Old Man Johnson and his wife will no longer be bothering you," she whispered in his ears.<br /><br />Thankful for such a loving wife, Jonathan greedily devoured the pie and loosened his belt another notch.<br /><br />Word Count: 300<br />@jezri1Lisahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01912641441536207956noreply@blogger.com