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Friday, September 18, 2009

Flash Fiction Friday #4: "In the Space Between Breaths"

The linen was crisp against her cheek, maid uniform crisp against her skin. Skin was all there was; she was bare underneath. She lay in wait for him, arse up, feigning sleep.

In the space between breaths, she heard the blood thundering in her ears, and the soft, awed gasp as he drank in the sight. Her cunt, soaked already, flooded at the very sound.

In three steps he was across the room, on her, and in her. She groaned with lust as he sank deep. His hands grabbed her heels and spread them wider. "Welcome home, darling," she sighed. 

[[This is my entry for Spanky's Flash Fiction Friday, challenge #4 -- 100 words prompted by the image shown above. If you want to play too (and we can always use more fun participants), why not head over there and check it out?]]

-- PB


Luna Mauvaise © 2009 said... wow, PB.

I like the crisp linen and three steps. Mercy.


The Panserbjørne said...

Luna: You keep saying "mercy". Don't you know that for you I have none? With the way you torment me with your own words? No mercy. :)

-- PB

CW said...



Gray said...

Oh my, that was awesome!!

I do believe I need to check out this Flash Fiction Friday!!:)

The Panserbjørne said...

CW: Excellent. I'm glad it was to your taste. Thanks for stopping by!

Gray: Glad you liked! I'm sure we'd be happy to have your contributions as well.

-- PB