Flash Fiction Friday 5-11-2012

[This is my entry for Flash Fiction Friday. To see a list of participants, or if you're interested in participating (and you should be!), go visit PB's blog. Happy FFF!]

Challenge Details: Must be less than 100 words, with the required phrase, "...a hint of mischief..."


I don't think I can do this.

Too self-conscious.  Too embarrassed and inhibited and modest...

Heart racing, she throws open her top, naked flesh of her breasts bursting forth.

She keeps walking, eyes screwed shut.  She doesn't want to see their reactions, doesn't want their disgusted looks to beat her down lower.

Then, a whistle.

Another.

Men gaping, or trying and failing not to.

A rush of empowerment, of confidence and beauty.

Well boys, she thinks with a hint of mischief, wait till you get a load of this.  Her fingers remove the top button of her denim shorts...

Flash Fiction Friday 2-24-2012

[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.


"Ranch Hand"

Strum, strum, strum.

"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"

"You are the devil, woman."

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."

Flash Fiction Friday 11-4-2011 "Screwing Around"

"See, if I do this..."

"Oh! I get it now. That's funny!"

"Doesn't it look real? Like we're actually balancing the TV on her heels?"

"So lifelike...dude! You should add some beers!"

"Yes! Where? Like... here?"

"Ha! Perfect! All ready for game day!"

"See, told you Photoshop could be fun."

"Ahem."

They turned from the computer screen at her clearing her throat. "I'd hate to ruin your bonding time, but how long are you going to keep me like this...?"

One of them stood from the chair as the other began sauntering over, grabbing a cloth from the table.

"Now, now," the first one chided, tying the cloth across her mouth, "we said no talking."

The other reached out and purposefully ran a finger along her sopping wet slit. She shuddered against the tightened ropes.

"You'll be like this for a little while yet..."
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Challenge this week was between 75-125 words, with the required phrase "... so lifelike..." Check out PB's blog for more info.


The picture for the prompt was just too ridiculous, so this is a ridiculous piece. Kinda rushed this one...

FFF, October 27, 2011 "This is Halloween"

There was a witch, and a bride. A gypsy, and the standard mummy.

Each, one after the other, posed and still against each solemn pillar, waiting.

Then, he saw her. 

The gentle curve of her stomach caught his gaze, the way the corset folded over her, cupping each pale breast, fleshy nipples standing out against the unceasing October air. 

And then he smiled. 

A very deep, hard, tenebrous smile Jack rarely gave. 

And she, the vampiress, trembled with excited anticipation, for she knew, already, that this night she would belong to the Pumpkin King. 

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Challenge this week was between 80-100 words, along with the required word "...tenebrous..." (straight from H.P. Lovecraft!). 

Been a while since I've done a FFF, and looking forward to getting back into it! I'm thinking the inspiration for this take is too obvious. I love Tim Burton's "The Nightmare Before Christmas" too much...

FFF, August 5th, 2011: Not a Sound

The challenge for this week was to use the picture below to write a short fiction between 80-160 words. Additionally, a key phrase was provided that needed to be included in the submission: "... strangled cry..."

To see who else is playing, and to find out how you can play too, just check out PB's blog. Thanks for reading!
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As his cock filled her, as his desired bucked her, as his lust dominated her, his words continued to thump in her head:

"Don't make a sound."

And so she hadn't, but fuck... she hadn't realized how hard it'd be. She'd never imagined how much it'd turn her on, people changing in the dressing rooms around them, unaware to the powerful ravishing she was receiving next door.

Then, she felt it. Felt him. He was tensing. Driving himself harder, faster, and she knew. He was close.

Her mouth hanging open, the strangled cry shot through her head. Yes! she thought, Fuck yeah! Cum in me! Fill me up! Fucking claim me!

Abruptly, in a swift motion, he pulled out from her. She suddenly felt empty, her longing and heat dripping, unquenched.

He pushed past her, adjusting pants and belt, zipping the fly, and remarking, "There's another department store a half a block down. There, in the dressing room. Ten minutes."