• Flash Fiction Friday,  microfiction

    The Early Bird

    The sound of ripping fabric pulls me from sleep. Panic in pitch black, my eyes suddenly wide, yet unable to see. Breath held, pulse pounding. “Hold still.” Your strong, deep voice lends order to my confused senses, and my body instinctively falls in line. Another high-pitched tear, and then I feel the room’s cool whisper on my exposed skin. It was a lovely nightgown before now: lavender and transparent…soft cotton. You pull it from beneath me, the edge lace scratching the flesh beneath my thighs. So easily made naked, I lie beneath you, warm and ready. My legs spreading without request, I feel myself respond before you even enter, my…

  • Flash Fiction Friday,  microfiction

    Moonwalking

    The impossibly pale skin of her dimpled backside glowed blue-gray beneath the soft night light entering the bedroom window. It looked, for all the world, like the moon itself: irregularly-shaped pools of shadow swirling across its wide canvas. He lost himself in the colorless view, his fingers dancing across her cool skin. Imagining his fingers to be legs, their little feet leaving prints across the vast expanse of her cold dessert landscape, he visualized this tiny pioneer placing a flag at the rounded crest of her hip, claiming her fleshy territory for the country of his soul. She stirred minutely beneath his touch, her movements creating a subtle breeze. A…

  • Experience,  Fiction,  microfiction

    The Fall

    Summer spun Autumn across the soggy lawn, dipping her dramatically, then carefully dropping her in a pile of recently raked leaves. She giggled as they crunched beneath her weight. Her shirt had come untucked in the playful scuffle, her midriff now bare, allowing the brittle kiss of nature to touch the strip of creamy skin. Her auburn hair, liquid silk against the swirling jumble of colors, ochre, rust, and avocado, created a stunning backdrop…a mental postcard baring the message, all good things come to an end. Summer smiled down at her, his white teeth made more brilliant by the tan of his skin and the blush of his lips. But…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction Friday,  microfiction

    The Bridge

    It was the sound that caught my attention: the flutter of the shutter…that soft click that told me I’d been captured, my image forever caught and available for detailed inspection. Bent over the railing of the bridge, I’d been gazing at the water below, when the wind caught my skirt, whipping it upward. Tepid air, like ghostly fingers, grazing my bare skin, causing my muscles to tighten. At that moment, all I’d wanted was the sun between my legs and the breeze kissing me…there. Eyes closed to focus on the sensations, I’d licked my lips, and sighed. And then a succession of clicks startled me. Turning to track the sound,…

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  Flash Fiction Friday,  microfiction

    The Mute

    Gooseflesh blossomed, rising to meet the soft tickle of the feather he snaked down her back. Dipping the quill into ink, he wrote words he could not speak, dark lines of script tattooed across her flesh. She squirmed beneath the sharp point, making it difficult for him to get the words out. “I wish you’d put it where I could see it,” she said softly. But he kept scratching his pen down her spine, spilling secrets he could not say…silent confessions she could feel deep in her bones. Somewhere inside, she thought she could hear him whisper, I love you.

  • 100 word stories,  Fiction,  microfiction

    Cumming Home

    Traffic was stalled. You didn’t notice me, side-eyeing your chiseled jaw and 5 o’clock shadow. Our windows were up, air-conditioning fending off the evening’s heat. But I could still feel it between my thighs. I spread them, hiked my skirt a bit, slipped my fingers under my panties. I could smell the scent of my need rising, my sensitive nub growing under circling fingers. Breath quickening, I inserted a finger, seeking my g-spot, just as you turned and made eye contact. You smiled at me, and I wondered if you knew my cunt was pulsing around my finger because of you. (100 words)

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