Author Davee Jones

It's time to start uncovering the profiles for our first round of the dating club. We have 13 women and 13 men set for Fantasy League Football and the Multiple Scorgasms. Following are the initial questions asked of all participants. Keep track of the participants and see who YOU would match up together, and why? Of all profiles, I challenge you to write a 1000-5000 depiction of the dating experience of your two favorite members. The winners will receive prizes and a chance for their depiction to be published! You will now get a closer look at Finn Maxwell! 1)  What do you do for work? – I’m a physical therapist 2)  Where are you from? – I’m from Minnesota 3)  What is the one thing about yourself that you would like me to know? I have a sixth toe and I'm self conscious about it. 4)  When was your last relationship and how long did it last? I've only had casual relationships. 5)  What are you looking for in a relationship? A...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers and welcome to the Friday Flash Fiction...the source for 100 words for one shot...one picture is only worth 100 words in here. What do you think of the picture above? An exploding star perhaps? A witch casting her spell? Some crazy person actually holding dry ice in their hands? Our little group will compose our best interpretation of this photo. Each writer will post their 100, so, give each of us a visit and comment. Tell us what you think.  Enjoy “What do you want me to say, Owen? That I shoot sparks and lightning bolts from my fingertips.” Pearl angrily laced up her trail boots and stood abruptly. “I’m sorry, Pearl, I’m not trying to ruin our picnic. I’m asking questions, that’s all. I’m trying to understand you.” Owen reached up and lightly gripped her hand. Pearl shook him off and walked toward a tree stump, she quickly sat down on it. “I don’t care if you believe me or not. I didn’t ask for any of this and I’d much rather be alone ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! This Friday Flash Fiction has a hawt man waiting to be bound. What sparks your mind? Our group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a designated picture prompt. My 100 words comes from my brand new adult romance entitled, Cheaper to Keep Her . After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! See my contribution below: “Baby, why don’t you let me chain you to the bed? You know get some whipped cream, that flavored oil, and the vibrator?” “Whatev…you caveman. I thought you were finally going to tow that junk truck project out of my yard. That’s what that chain would be good for.” Stormi Goddard rolled her eyes at her husband. “Leave it to you to ruin a good sex moment.” “Last time we tried you couldn’t get it up.” Jensen Goddard shrugged his shoulders. “Ever think it might be…well, you?” He leaned forward and lowered his voice. “That’s why I suggested the ...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this first Friday Flash Fiction of 2014, our photo prompt is a beautiful woman in red...what sparks your mind? Our group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a designated picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! See my contribution below: I kissed Teresa as she softly pushed me backward onto the bed.  “But, can you imagine having fifty years together, every day? I could wake up to you for hundreds of days, thousands of hours.” Tears pooled and fell down my face. I touched them, still amazed at my human advantages. “It’s a dream come true.” Ever the skeptical creature, Teresa shook her head. “At what cost? What would it be worth to lose what we have now.” “We wouldn’t be Godforsaken statues for at least fifty years!” Anger replaced my tears. “Please baby, don’t do this, let's not argue."   Now that you've read my contr...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! The leather is supple against my skin and I’m not sure what’s happening next, but, it doesn’t matter. My mind is whirling with a thousand naughty images, each one just as delicious as the other. I’m waiting impatiently for her to remove the gloves and rake her sharpened nails against my tingling skin, hoping desperately her tongue follows. My erect nipples, hard as pegs, will be knobs in her warm mouth.  Yet it’s still just a fantasy in my excited mind. Thankfully now, as I wait for her to rise, her tongue is sliding across my slickened femininity. Welcome 2014. Please visit our main blog for more takes on this intriguing photo - Flash Fiction Frida...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! Pearl envisioned the group of bullies getting closer before she heard their hideous voices yelling threats of torment and maniacal laughter. The Lord of the Flies mentality permeated the group of reckless kids and today, their intensity scared her. Pearl thought how their eyes seemed evil, almost inhuman, especially the leader- the iris wasn’t even a normal color.  She focused on the sticky mud at the bottom of the river and imagined her rescuer. Pearl deepened her breathing, almost to a yogic state and forced almost every ounce of breath from her lungs, and her  well timed nervous system calmed her.  For more on this unique photo prompt, please visit the...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! Gripping the ice-filled tumbler, Bea placed the cool glass against her belly. Her mind swirling from the effects of an earlier couple of mai-tai drinks, the mojito launched her into a full-on alcohol buzz. The man smiled broadly in her direction, while the woman whispered something in his ear. He slid off the underwater bar stool and swam in Bea’s direction. Reaching the pool ladder, his muscled torso tensely rippled from using his abdominals to hoist himself up out of the water. Dripping across the concrete, he exuded confidence and heady sexuality with his swagger. “How'd you like your drink?”  Please visit these each of us as we put 100 words on this delicious photo:...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, it's Friday and I'm flashing!  I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! “Tomorrow? I thought you had another day?” Andrew dropped the menu into his lap. “Well, tomorrow night, I have a nine o’clock flight, so, technically, I have a full day, rather, we have a full day.” Bea patted his exposed knee peeking from underneath a sheet. “It’s going so fast, and we slept most of today away.” A sullen Andrew scratched his chin. “Let’s eat, shower together, and make plans for our volcano excursion tomorrow. It’ll be fun.” “I guess…” “Please keep a good mood, we are having such a nice time, better than I imagined. Let’s keep it light.” Please visit the other flashers for their interpretation of this lovely p...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! “I’m not sure how much of a role I actually had, but, wow, I’ve seen a transformation.” Sarah didn’t want to reveal the heartfelt discussions of the past few hours. “I’m trying to marinate everything I’ve been through. When I met you, and you chose me, I can’t tell you what it did for me.” “We chose each other, love, everything between us is a mutual act.” Isaac stood up from the couch and walked toward Sarah. Sarah began withering in his presence, drawing away like desiccated fruit. “You don’t know what I’ve done in my life, Isaac. I’m tainted.” Please visit these other authors for their creative, and possibly edgy, interpretation of this gorgeous netherworld co...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! “Did you know some people put flowers in their salad?” He took a large bite of endive and arugula. He put the bowl down and picked his video camera up. “Are you gonna share that? I’m starving, I’ve been going over these notes for hours and can’t find a single common denominator in the case.” “Sure, I’ll share, but, baby…” He began unbuttoning her blouse, “There is a caveat.” She smiled, “Which would be what?” “You’ll get naked and let me put this vase of flowers to a better use.” “Will you eat daisies from my nipples?” “Most certainly darling.” Please visit these other authors for their creative, and possibly edgy, interpretation ...