[With PB unable to host this week, both Max over at Thoughts from a Mystic Satyr and Ram the Sunlover decided to take up the reins. To see a list of participants, go visit their sites, and if you're interested in participating in Flash Fiction Friday (and you should be!), here's all the details. Happy Flash Fiction Friday!]
Max's Challenge: Between 50-55 words or 200-210 words, no required phrase.
"Don't get me wrong... it's mighty tempting... just..."
"Afraid my parents will be home soon? Well isn't that part of the fun?" She cocked her hat upward. "Maybe a different instrument will get your motor running."
He watched with held breath as one hand slipped from the guitar and flowed to her thighs...
Ram's Challenge: Between 144-188 words, with the required phrase, "... subtle perfidy..."
"The Sin of Freedom"
She turned over her shoulder and gave a laugh. "Then I am your devil, Father."
He had laid down to take a brief afternoon's nap, only to awaken with wrists and ankles bound, Desire standing over his nude flesh. Why was she here? To test his conviction? To tarnish his good name?
"Who are you?" he inquired, a hint of sinful anger in his voice.
She said nothing, her only answer to continue her dance. This was not just subtle perfidy, the way she moved her hands across the canvas of her body. His flesh awakened involuntarily and he could not will himself to look away.
She turned and straddled his thighs. The warmth of her skin sent a chill. Up the underside of his fresh erection whispered the tip of a finger, and his body clenched while hips rose.
She leaned in. Her form seemed to conform perfectly to his, and she whispered into his ear:
"Relax, Father. I'm here to set you free."