She tossed and turned. Finally in an effort to cool off, she got up and opened the bedroom door. Then she laid down on top of the covers. “Can't sleep?” “No. Too hot. Too stuffy.” He rolled over and wrapped her in his arms. “It will be okay.” “I know, it's just...” She began to… Continue reading Crash… boom… Argh!
Or what happens when sex is not high on the list of extra curricular activities... “Why aren't you in bed?” “Bathroom.” She moved slowly towards the door and out of the room. Quin shook his head. He'd been worried at how sick Lynne had been, but seeing her move about was a good thing. Not… Continue reading Between Acts
Her thoughts were of desire. Lust made her tremble as she crawled across the floor to where he sat. Slowly, she moved, one square at a time. Black, white, black, white; until she knelt between his legs. He looked down at her. Naked between his knees. His longing for her overran his urge to enjoy… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Just Be.
Sex had been great. Becky sucked cock like no one else, and they'd collapsed in a sticky, satisfied mess well after midnight. As dawn peeked through the window, Jack was up and out of bed before he could get distracted by her luscious body. He showered, put on sweats and headed for the kitchen. Jack… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Jack
They ran into the forest. Ginger smiled and unzipped her red hoodie. Her breasts burst forth like helium balloons. “Wow! What a set of breasts you have!” he gasped, his cock hardening beyond anything he'd ever felt before. “Why Derick, haven't you ever seen real breasts before?” Ginger pulled her hood back and then slid… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Hoodwinked
She watched from across the room. He slept, legs akimbo. Underwear pulled to one side by the weight of his body. The curve of his balls showed as they nestled against his thighs and the fabric. She tiptoed forward. He didn't move. She leaned closer. He slept. Moving between his thighs, she bent down and… Continue reading A Tease.
Marcy and Dee were relieved when Sheila walked in. They'd been in this stupid pose for over twenty minutes. This ad campaign was just stupid. The book they were suppose to be promoting as cover art was even worse. Some daft romance novel about a threesome, called “Third Wheel”. The two of them had talked… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Imperfections