Will locked the door and let go of Ann's arm. When she looked around, there were all styles of chairs in the room. “We will not leave until you sit on at least three chairs.” “How do I choose? Where do I start. There must be fifty chairs in here.” Ann looked around at all… Continue reading The Chair (4)
“He said what?” “Max asked me if I wanted to hold his pocket rocket while we were at the bonfire watching the fireworks.” Marion rolled her eyes. “Just how juvenile can they get?” “Pretty bad really. After I ignored that daft remark, he asked if I wanted to meet his throbbing member of Parliament!” Claire… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Wanker!
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
It's been another crazy week, and all the time I thought I'd have to write disappeared like fog when the sun comes out. I'm working out a new schedule though, and hope to have more time to write. I have too many stories stacking up! Wordwytch “I thought you were laying down.” “I tried. I… Continue reading Pampered
Mandy glanced at Rob. The stripper's butt was right over his head. The room was filled with their friends, and he was on the damn phone. Frustrated, she straddled Lizzy's lap and let Lizzy bury her face between her breasts. “Oh honey! I love your tits!” Lizzy kissed and sucked Mandy's breasts. Mandy pulled her… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Neglect
“Men are such...” “Pigs?” “Am I going crazy? Did you just talk?” “Well, when someone as sweet as you straddles my lap, why yes.” “I gotta be dreaming.” Cyndi sat back, looking at the plush bear that she'd flopped across a few moments ago in frustration at being dumped by her boyfriend. “No, you aren't.… Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Boo Boo
The washer began to vibrate in that “I'm off balance!” kind of way. Sherry rushed to the back porch and leaned up against the washer, hoping that would be enough. It was. It started to spin normally. Sherry looked at where the washer was in the cycle. Less than five minutes. Nearly done. Rather than… Continue reading Clean Vibrations