Thanks to my friend Doris O'Connor, I had the pleasure of being invited into a group of rather risque and extremely talented authors near the close of 2013 (if you click on one of the links at the end of my flashes you'll see who they are ;-) Each Tuesday, we each choose our own pic and write a maximum of 200 words, and on Fridays, a pic is chosen for all of us, and we each write 100 words on the same pic. As I've said before, you'd be amazed how different each of us interprets the very same pic, but they're all entertaining.
I'm enjoying myself immensely, and a couple of my flashes are developing into novellas at the least. Now, I must warn you that these are all sizzling and beyond on the heat scale, so read them at your own risk. Enjoy!
Every Friday, we all use a pic lovingly chosen by our majestic leaders and use this pic as our prompt to write 100 words - no more, no less. After you take a look at this one, click here to take a peek at my friends' posts, too. Unlike my heroine this week, you won't be disappointed. LOL Oh, and we LOVE comments. Here's the pic and my take on it...
Afterthoughts
We met at a cast party. Such a great dancer, our bodies gyrating in tandem, and he’s fuckin’ hot to look at, but now…
“You okay?” His voice is strained. What? Really?
Collecting myself. “Um, yeah. Fine.”
Hell no! I’m not ‘okay!’ I’m disappointed, disillusioned, still horny as hell. I can’t believe I wore my rockin’ gold mini just to end up pummeled, pawed, uncomfortable, and dissatisfied.
Why do I still have these damned uncomfortable heels on, anyway? His idea of sexy.
“Sure you’re okay?” He peeps at me from between my legs, a wounded puppy.
“Sure. That was…great.”
Whipped
The sweetest dreams come with a price.
People say David’s
too controlling, you know the drill, and maybe choosing my wedding gown seemed
a bit much, but little do they know. Wonderful hands undress me, caressing just
the way I taught him.
Stretching, I snuggle up, still tingling with power
from our wedding night. David rumbles against my back, obviously ready for
action again.
“I can’t believe you’re finally mine,” he croons.
I close my eyes and smile, grateful for the respite.
No, actually you’re mine, I think to
myself. Succubus life is hell, and I needed a vacation.
Inheritance
Thinking back, I’d do it all again. We lost our home
and moved into my family’s old tudor mansion in one day. The two-hundred year
old place settled a gambling debt and none of our family ever lived there.
Jim left for days while I stayed and tried to make
the creepy place more homey. Still reeling from the whole ordeal, I leaned over
the kitchen countertop to settle my jangled nerves.
I felt his heat first, gently wiping away my tears.
My breath hitched.
He touched me like Jim never had, never could.
“Who are you?” I whispered.
“Your inheritance.”
Tax Preparation
Quiet. Everyone
else is gone for the day. Black is too obvious. No, no black for this one. I’ve
done my research and his favorite color is blue. I press my nose to my wrist –
Cool Water for Women. Mmm. I smell so
good I wanna fuck myself!
Courage is
fickle, flies away as quickly as she landed. Powder blue lace thong with
matching bra, silk stockings, electric blue wrap dress hugs my figure to
perfection, navy blue stiletto sling-backs, hair loosely pinned so heavy
ringlets of dark auburn can drop and bounce at the small of my back in seconds,
oh, and I almost forgot – my tiny Fukuoko butterfly clipped to my thong in just
the right spot to graze my vulva and clit sporadically, adds a healthy flush.
I grab my
files and prance down the hall to his office, my little butterfly adding just
the right swivel to my full hips, that zing traveling outward from my center
like electrified tentacles. I can’t wait to wrap my legs around his waist, toss
his glasses away.
Tap, tap. “You still up for doing my taxes?”
I ask, then smile. Looks like he’s prepared for more than taxes.
Chop chop
“Ready?”
Mark’s husky bass rattles, echoing through my rib
cage, kicking me in gear.
“For?”
“I’ll surprise you. Meet me at our place, Baby. Chop
chop.”
I jump up from my ratty, T-shirt-wearing, TV-watching
stupor.
“Our place” is this country little 24-hour dive. There,
we’ve explored the joys of
foreplay, engrossed in each other, cares thrown away.
I reach for the door, confused by the “closed” sign until Mark steps up behind
me, his arousal obvious against my bottom, sticks his key in the lock and
shoves me inside, cuffing my hands. The place is empty. “Chop chop” takes on
new meaning.
Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser: "Arrangement" Part Two - January 28, 2014
Welcome to another Tantalizing Tuesday Teaser! If you're new to the setup, several talented authors write 200 words using a pick of their choice as inspiration. Enjoy, and be sure to click on the link at the end for more teasers :-)
This is a continuation of my Friday Flash, "Arrangement." Click here to read the first flash of "Arrangement" and see the inspirational pic chosen by our fearless coordinator.
Arrangement - Part Two
Joban owned her, and despite the warmth, the pleasant tingle in her belly, and the slow sizzle blossoming from her womb whenever he was near, she wanted freedom.
He blinked and the light disappeared from his hands, back to the netherworld from whence it originated. He stood and walked toward the door.
“Are you leaving?” She sheathed her claws, trying and failing to temper the fear in her voice.
“Would you like me to stay?” Deep, mellow tones poured over her like balm for every hurt she’d cast aside.
Nia rolled her eyes and turned her head away from him. Arrogant bastard.
He hesitated, then stepped through the door. “Nevertheless, I will return shortly.”
Nia heard him chuckle, reacting violently to his taunt and ripping the soft sheets with instinctively unsheathed claws. Damn it! According to his reputation, angering him was not wise.
Following Joban’s silent footfalls, he unlocked the door from the outside with a snick. Nia jumped, but held her tongue. She would not cow, despite the fluttering of her heart.
He glanced at the sheets, full lips a hard line, gray eyes storm clouds. “Come. Against the wall! My patience is over.”
Nia rose, the pleasant thrill in her lower belly foreign, unwelcome.
Click here to read my friends' teasers!
Click here to read my friends' teasers!
January 24, 2014 - "Tommy's Raging Bull"
Intriguing pic, huh? Every Friday, a group of authors get together and write 100 words max. using the same picture prompt. This pic actually told its own story. Hope you enjoy, and make sure to click on the link at the end to see my friends' Friday Flashes!
Tommy’s Raging Bull
“What the FUCK!” I’m paralyzed, overwhelmed, heart racing. That lowdown bitch will pay! Raging bull appears, a snorting, dust raising bull closing in on a bright red terrified bullseye flashes before me.
So I got a little tipsy last night at the party. Tommy’s been deployed two years, my hormones took control and... damn, it felt good, though, his hands everywhere at once, my synapses sparking like wildfire, inner walls drenched, clenching and grasping. Soon as he touched me, no one else existed, but really? Give a girl a break. A VIDEO?VIRAL!
Tommy rolls over and asks, "You alright, Babe?"
January 20, 2014 - "Gateway: The Meeting"
Figured I'd take you back a bit closer to the beginning of "Gateway." So...
Gateway - the meeting
I should be looking for a way to feed my face, but Nooo! Instead, I’m twisting and swerving, hands in the air. The Gateway Club sizzles, pulsing rhythms, bodies moving like slow motion pop rocks, and here I am, losing myself, forgetting all about my bleak reality.
Someone touches me from behind, large hands gliding... This is the last straw. “Get your hands off my ass!” I hiss, and turn to regret my demand. A quick intake of air and I’m gawking now, facing him, hips still swaying to the pounding beat. Everything’s intensified as I peer into his eyes – deep, dark. My subconscious whispers, and cold. I ignore her, reveling in the booming thump! Thump!
Intense pleasure races from the soles of my feet to every synapse in my body, the sensation heady, intoxicating. He smirks, even the strobe lights flashing more intensely behind him, and my body gyrates madly, aching for this stranger’s touch.
He wraps his heavy arms around my waist and we’re skin to skin, heat and power rolling off his body builder’s physique in waves. “Friends call me Gateway.”
I gawk, rather stupidly I must admit. “Um, this your place?”
“Tonight, it is.” Like silk.
January 17, 2014 - "Arrangement"
With Friday Flashes, a group of authors each writes a total of 100 words about the same pic. It's amazing how different our flashes can be. Hope you enjoy this week's flashes.
Arrangement
“What’s that? She whispered, raising up on her elbows.
“Ssh. Lie back. Remember?” She caught a glimpse of something in his eyes, but he glanced down too quickly. The down comforter seduced her, her body too sated to move.
“Our arrangement forbids you to use your powers.”
“Arrangement? Well, it’s good to know that memory is still in tact.” He gazed at her, irritation and desire evident in his stormy gray eyes, and her traitorous body bowed, drawn to him.
He leaned over her. “So exotic.”
She hissed, claws unsheathed, coiled to strike like his mysterious ball of light.
January 10, 2014 - "Gateway"
Gateway
Rush hour. Even worse now than it’ll be this evening. I swerve, dumbstruck, a near miss for the car behind me. It can’t be! He’s…he’s…
Pull it together, girl. I manage to pull over despite the hissing and screaming. My knees are rubberbands, every hair on my body electrified, muscles clenching, imaginary tazers beelining for my clit. How?
“Gateway?”
He smiles, knowingly. Well, more of a smirk, the same cold eyes, and slides the heavy chain around his hunky shoulders.
I can hardly walk, my body quivering, pulsing, threatening to explode. “Answer me, dammit! Gateway?”
He narrows his eyes. “Of course.”
December 17, 2014 - "Celia's Claiming"
Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.
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Celia's Claiming
Celia’s Claiming
Celia stretched, entwined her fingers in the wild vines above her head and gazed at the swamp. Each minute movement released sinuous energy, returning her body to its former supple grace. She slid her hands along her curves, relishing the feel of her own skin, renewed life. The moment his gaze landed on her, his life force zinged straight to her core.
She turned and glided toward him, darkness disguising her features just long enough. Every nuance, color, and movement vibrated in stark contrast.
“Better?” She spoke softly, moved slowly, fighting primal instincts, her heart lunging against her chest to get on with it.
He leveraged his back against the stone wall and stood, gray eyes slits, the light inside him a beacon.
Her stomach clenched, the need to touch his dark hair unfamiliar.
He towered over her, regaining his strength quickly, as she knew he would.
She took an audible breath, closed her eyes, and pressed her soft curves against him, her body starving for more – long overdue.
“Who? What… are you?” His deep voice accused, eviscerating illusions of rightness, the swamp's call shredding her heart.
She heard her own voice echo through him, her long lashes brushing his chest as she glanced up.
“I wish…” She stopped, nearly doubling over in pain, then blinked, moisture dimming her vision.
”Your decision, Sir?”
January 13, 2014 (Flash debut) - "Calm Assurance"
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What could I do? Firm, supple lips pressed to mine, fresh, minty breath. I flicked my tongue and invaded his mouth.
“Ma’m, just lie still. I’ve got you.”
Strong, square jaw, low, mellow timbre, delectable lips. Calm assurance. My warped mind latched onto wide shoulders, the smell of man amped by fire. Fire? Eyes burning. Fire!
Dark smoke poured in when I opened my mouth to speak, memories toppling over one another, then coughing, confused. “You’re alone?”
Calm assurance nodded, swooped me up, satisfied. Air rushed from my lungs, his hand sliding along my ass. Are those…wings?
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