Flash Fiction Friday – 7 October 2011

I couldn’t resist writing something for this picture; this story so nearly isn’t fiction. I was struck by how bored the girl in the picture is looking though. I wasn’t that bored.

“We’re coming to town” we’d told her.
“Come out to the cinema” we’d asked her.
But of course we asked her to come to our hotel room first with time to spare.

There had been a passionate reception upon her arrival. The three of us soon lost in an orgy of pleasure and sexual delight until we were all sated. Or very nearly.

It was nearly time to head out for that promised cinema trip. Still he wanted one last fuck with our lover before we went out and who was I to gainsay him.
She climbed into his lap enthusiastically and began to bounce up and down on his cock.
I got myself dressed and ready, poured myself a cup of coffee and sat back down to wait patiently for them to finish.

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Flash Fiction Friday – 26 August 2011

Another story for Flash Fiction Friday.

“Come here boy”.

I pushed him down to his knees on the floor. Sitting on the edge of the bed I pulled his head towards me. Obediently he began to lick my pussy; his tongue lapping eagerly at my moist folds. I tilted my hips until I found the perfect angle to enjoy his efforts.
I held his head tightly and raised the camera to take a picture of our reflections in the mirror on the wardrobe door.

“Let’s show everyone what a slut you are”.

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Flash Fiction Friday – 19 August 2011

Another story for Flash Fiction Friday. I guess I feel strongly about some things.

It was a beautiful afternoon.
My girlfriend and I had finally spent the night together, but eventually, reluctantly, we agreed it was time to get up. I got out of bed to make us coffee.

While the kettle boiled I sat down at my little table to wait.

She came out of the bedroom, not yet dressed; we had no need of clothes now. She sat down across the table from me and lit a cigarette.

Curls of smoke drifted away as she held it idly.
I put my head in my hands.
“You said you’d quit”.

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Flash Fiction Friday – 5 August 2011

Another story for Flash Fiction Friday.

They arrived at the party together. “Is there somewhere I can hang my coat?” he asked politely.
Their host indicated an alcove at the end of the hall with coat hooks on one side. While he removed his jacket and hung it up she turned her back to him and scanned the hall.

Suddenly she felt his hands around her. He unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down. She gave a strangled cry and tried to pull away but he held her fast. She moaned as his cock entered her swiftly, and his hands moved to her breasts pushing her top upwards, exposing them. She braced herself helplessly against the wall as he pounded into her.

Within a few moments he gave a strangled cry of pleasure as he came inside her. He withdrew as swiftly as he had entered; leaving her to shakily pull her clothing back into place.
He spoke behind her, “Let’s join the party now.”

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Flash Fiction Friday – 22 July 2011

I thought I’d try writing something for Flash Fiction Friday. I hope you like my perspective on this week’s picture.

The instructions he had received in the post from his Domme had been very clear. He was to be whipped. But this was to be no simple punishment.

First, he was to drive out to the remote beach at the specified time. A route map and GPS coordinates had been provided.
Then he was to strip naked and wait, pressed against the rock, for his Domme to arrive. The photo with an ‘X’ marked on it had made it clear where he was expected to stand.

The burning heat of the sand hurt his bare feet, and he shifted his weight to try to relieve the discomfort slightly. Still this was what he had been commanded to do.

He waited…

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