He shifted uncomfortably in the chair, willing himself to remain calm, pleased that his hands betrayed nothing of his tension, the clockspring ratcheting unbearably up.
And then She appeared in the doorway. Emerald eyes blinked at him, calculating. She leaned against the jamb and smiled lazily.
She carried a flogger in Her right hand, its tails carelessly over Her shoulder.
“Is that....for me?” he asked, hesitantly.
“That depends,” She purred dangerously. “Is that” – She pointed at his cock, which was standing up tall and proud – “for Me?”
“Yes .... my Goddess,” he whispered.
[[This is my entry for Spanky and Tiggs's Flash Fiction Friday, challenge #5: 100 words prompted by the picture shown above. Want to play too? Go see the rules and then send in your own contribution.
You can also, by the way, thank the lovely Luna Mauvaise for providing the picture itself. No, that isn't her, so stop drooling, but her words are hot enough even without pictures of her. Go check her out.]]
-- PB
I love it, PB! And thanks for the shout out.
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~Luna
Luna: Oh, you're welcome. :)
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Very nice! Short, sweet and oh so sexy.
ReplyDeleteTemptress: Thanks! I'm glad it's to your liking. I appreciate your dropping by. Where's your own contribution, though? You did so well with last week's. :)
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Mmmm, short and (not so) sweet! Love it! :)
ReplyDeleteWGB: I'm pleased it fit your bill too. I enjoyed writing this one more than I should have. :)
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