Heat suffused her body, rippling like a tide from the roots of her hair down to her curled toes. She arched and panted, wet fingers circling, circling, dipping and plunging deep. So close. Her free hand plucked, twisted, and teased one puckered brown tip until it pouted. The ring piercing one bud served as a …
Time for Andy’s weekly prompt. I’m not telling you what to do, but really, why aren’t you participating in this challenge? Prompt: Awkward Silence Word count: 181 — The evening felt weird. Neither the party vibe nor flowing alcohol penetrated the darkness choking her. She felt awkward and out-of-place, an island in a sea of …
It wasn’t the way her body welcomed his as he slid deep inside her that told him. Not the way she melted like warm milk chocolate beneath him, whispering sexy words with each measured thrust that told him. Not the beautiful way she rose up to meet him, not the so familiar taste of her …
Our eyes meet across the room, and electricity sparks between us. I’m suddenly all to aware of my body. The heaviness of my breasts as they tried to spill over the top of my corset, the way my heart raced at a frantic pace, the way wet heat bloomed and seeped from between my thighs. …
The light from the porch taunted her. Like the flicker of a candle and she the moth, it beckoned her to step back into the warmth she’d left. She wanted it, wanted to see him and touch him, wanted him to surround her with love. She wanted his smile, his booming laughter, his caress. God, …
Finishing up a night shift. So very sleepy I am. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction, photo as well. Words from The Sunday Whirl. Prompt: Shadows Two ships at ports opposite, transparent with their billowing sails, at the end of their journeys harrowing, and set to pass by one more time They glide toward each other …
From thoughts I’ve had lately helped along by Andy’s weekly challenge. Do participate. Prompt: Artificial Intelligence Word count: 200 — Our joke is asking him why his lashes are so long. I wake up, let my eyes linger on the sooty lashes fanning along his cheeks, marvel at how handsome he is, and kiss him awake. …
Ever have a story pop into your mind when you’re doing something that makes it impossible to write it down? I’m driving when this story, this first line popped into my head 5 hours ago. She loved the weight of him in her hands. The color, dark with blood brought on by lust teased her. …
The last thing I wrote for this story. Follow the link to read to this point. There are other interesting things under the tabs. “Another beer?” David pulled a couple of twenties from his jeans and laid them on the bar. “I’ll need a couple more at least, Sam.” The beefy bartender eyed him, pity …
Part 1 — After telling myself repeatedly that I wasn’t going, 6:00 saw me standing in the bathroom pulling on the sluttiest dress I owned. Something black and clinging, too short and too low to be classified as anything other than a “fuck me” dress. I waited until 6:30 before I left. Partly I’m a bitch, …