Friday, December 4, 2009
Flash Fiction Friday: "Constriction"
He'd left in high dudgeon, slamming out the door with an angry, “Well, I can't very well fit you into my fucking suitcase, can I?” And she knew he was right; she'd just have to wait till he returned. But she dreamed....picturing the total blackness, the stabbing pains in her constricted limbs, the agony of uncertainty, the utter, grinding, crushing helplessness. And felt a delicious spear of excitement impale her at the thought.
Next time, she thought. Besides, once I pop out and get my mouth around his cock, he wouldn't be mad.
(This is my contribution for Flash Fiction Friday, hosted this week by the always-enchanting Luna Mauvaise. Luna's directive was to write 96 words exactly on the picture shown above. If you want to play too, why not stop by her place and see her?)