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Flash Fiction Friday - Novemeber 22, 2013

This week's picture prompt...

His golden colored eyes stared back at her, fixing her in place. She felt as if she were being held up by a string with someone else controlling her movements. Instinct told her to run, but she couldn’t. Something was stopping her. Was it him?

“Don’t be afraid.”

She swallowed, and was glad to see that, at least, was still within her power. “Wh-who are you?”

He smiled. “A friend.”

“If you’re such a friend, then why can’t I move my arms and legs?”

“My apologizes. I feared you may run from me, and I couldn’t let you do that.”

Flash Fiction Friday - October 25, 2013

This week's picture...

“What do you think, my love?”

Liana tilted her head, apprising the couple that had walked into the bar. They’d taken great care with their appearance. The woman wore a black and red corset with a skirt that flared out, stopping an inch below her knees. The man’s outfit was less obvious. His leather pants and black vest wouldn’t attract attention walking down the street even if Halloween wasn’t only days away. They both had a distinct Goth vibe.

The woman turned to her right and laughed. Light glinted off her front fang, and Liana sucked in a breath. “Yes.”

Flash Fiction Friday - October 18, 2013

This week's picture...

She’d been racking her brain for weeks trying to figure out what to get her fiancée for his birthday. He’d been working overseas for the last two months. They’d been surviving on Skype calls. It was getting old, and she couldn’t wait for him to get back in the country.

Unfortunately, he was going to be gone for his birthday, and she wanted to do something special for him. While reading one of her favorite books, she’d gotten inspiration. Two of his favorite things were books, and her. Why not combine the two? She thought it was the perfect present.

Flash Fiction Friday - October 4, 2013

This week's picture prompt...

He slid his hand around her, and began playing with the short hairs at the base of her neck.

She turned her head his is direction, and saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. “I’m trying to read you know.”

“So read.”

As he said the words, he traced small circular patters along her neck, completely distracting her. “Um. That’s kind of hard to do when you’re touching me like this.”

He smiled, completely unrepentant. Reaching out with his other hand, he lifted her legs up onto his lap, lowered his mouth to hers. “Maybe you should take a break.”

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Flash Fiction Friday - September 27, 2013

This week's picture comes from the stockvault.

She held still, trying not to move as he continued to move his pencil across the page. This was new for her. She hadn’t known what to expect when he’d asked if she would allow him to sketch her.

A part of her, she knew, was hoping for something more sexual. Not that what she was wearing couldn’t be classified as sexy, it could. But aside from showing a little more leg than was decent, she was completely covered.

 “All done.”

Before she could ask, he showed her his sketch, and she couldn’t believe her eyes. Was that really her?

~Written by Sherri Hayes

Flash Fiction Friday - September 13, 2013

This week's picture comes from Stockvault.

He leaned back in his chair, thinking about the call he’d disconnected less than a minute ago. The news wasn’t all that unexpected, but either way it wasn’t what he’d wanted to hear.

Logging off his computer, he strolled as casually as possible out to the lobby to let his assistant know he’d be gone for the rest of the day. She looked at him as though she wanted to question him, but luckily she didn’t.

The drive seemed to take no time at all, and suddenly he was there, parked in front of the old, worn-down, two story building.

Flash Fiction Friday - July 26, 2013

This week's picture come from Stockvault.

The sun warmed her as she lay naked in the grass. It was something she’d always wanted to do, but she’d never been brave enough. What if someone saw her?

She smiled. Oh how things had changed.

A door opened behind her, and she smiled wider. He was coming, as she’d hoped he would. Her whole world had changed over the last few weeks, and she was through playing games. She wanted him, and she knew he wanted her. He only needed a little push.

Seconds later, his shadow blanketed her, and she waited to see what he would do.

~written by Sherri Hayes

 

Flash Fiction Friday - July 19, 2013

This week's picture comes from Stockvault.

“What is it?”

“I’m not really sure.”

“Well is it alive?”

He shrugged. “I don’t think so.”

They both stared into the bucket as if waiting for something to happen. Of course, it didn’t.

Finally the girl spoke up. “Maybe we should give it a burial or something.”

He looked at her as if she’d lost her mind. “We don’t even know what it is.”

She placed her hands on her hips and stared him down until he relented. “Fine. Have it your way. We’ll bury the thing. Somewhere.”

Smiling, she picked up the bucket and began heading toward shore.

Flash Fiction Friday - July 5, 2013

This week's picture is from Stockvault.

Making one last adjustment to her dress, she opened the door. She took a deep breath, and stepped forward, knowing that he was inside waiting.

He sat in an oversized red chair in the corner. To the casual observer, he looked relaxed, as if he had nothing else in the world to do. She knew better. Her class had run over, and she was late. There would be consequences.

 When he saw her, he motioned her over, and pointed to his lap. She knew what he wanted, and assumed the position as his bare hand made contact with her backside.

(Written by Sherri Hayes, romance author. To purchase her books click here.)

Flash Fiction Friday - June 28, 2013

This week's picture is from Stockvault.net.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd grew silent in anticipation. My heart was thudding in my chest as a spotlight pierced through the darkness and focused on something in the distance. I squinted my eyes trying to see.

Someone not far from me gasped just as I was able to make out what I was seeing. In the middle of the stage lay a man, face down, in what looked to be a pool of blood.

A woman across the room screamed, followed by several more, and shouts to call nine-one-one. This was not supposed to be a murder mystery.

Flash Fiction Friday - June 21, 2013

This week's picture is from Stockvault.net.

She backed toward the bed, pulling him with her. He nearly tripped over his feet trying to keep up with her eagerness. They’d been teasing each other all night. He couldn’t wait to get her clothes off her.

Her knees came into contact with the bed, bringing their bodies flush. He took the opportunity to kiss her thoroughly. By the time he released her lips, they were both panting. “I think it’s time to get this dress off of you.”

“Mm. I think that’s an excellent suggestion.”

But instead of removing her dress, she dropped to her knees. “Happy anniversary.”

Flash Fiction Friday - June 14, 2013

This week's picture is from Stockvault.

The model stood with one arm above her head, and the other covering her right nipple. She was turned to the side, to showcase the large tattoo. The guys in the room were drooling, and I was sure it had nothing to do with the ink she displayed.

All I could think about, however, was the pain. I was not a fan of needles, so I couldn’t imagine laying there for who knows how long to have that kind of work done. A shiver ran down my spine thinking about it.

“All right class. Enough observation. Let’s get to drawing.”

Flash Fiction Friday - June 7, 2013

She gripped the sides of the door frame as she absorbed the impact. If it felt this good with her clothes still on, how would it feel once she wasn’t wearing any.

The paddle made contact again with her denim covered backside, and she threw her head back. This was their first time playing together, and she was new at being someone’s sub. He’d promised to go slow though, so they’d started with spanking…something she’d been fantasizing about for years.

He ran his hand over where the paddle left its sting. It felt good. She didn’t want him to stop.

Flash Fiction Friday - May 31, 2013

Jenna tried to stifle her giggle, but it was useless. It didn’t help that her sister, Allie, was standing beside her not even attempting to hide her amusement. Their parents insisted they attend the gallery opening, saying it would be a great way to meet eligible young men.

That thought made Jenna laugh harder. The only eligible men in attendance were old enough to be their father. As it was, they were stuck looking at paintings of men in various compromising positions like the one they were currently staring at. Guess he’ll learn to shut the door from now on.

Flash Fiction Friday - May 24, 2013

This week's picture is from freedigitalphotos.net.

He balled up yet another piece of paper in frustration. This was insane. How could someone allow such a mess to exist?

This time, instead of throwing said ball of paper across the room, he shoved it in his mouth, and bit down. It was childish and didn’t accomplish anything, but it made him feel better. At this point, that was the only thing that mattered.

Unfortunately, his infantile display didn’t accomplish anything other than leaving a nasty taste in his mouth.

Removing the paper from between his lips, he threw it into the trash, and got back to work.

 

 

Flash Fiction Friday - May 10, 2013

 

She stood with her hands secured behind her back. There was a slight pull, but it was just enough to remind her that she was bound.

He was behind her, but she’d been instructed to stay facing away from him. The anticipation had her heart pounding in her chest.

Something touched the back of her leg, and she jumped.

He chuckled. “Are you ready to get started, my pet? I have lots of plans for you tonight.”

As he ran the object up the inside of her leg, her eyes closed, and she prepared herself for whatever was to come.

Flash Fiction Friday - May 3, 2013

This week's picture is from Stockvault.net.

The gentle waves crashed against the rocks further up the beach as he walked through the wet sand along the shoreline.  He’d always found the sound of water peaceful. There was something about the ebb and flow of the ocean that restored a sense of balance to his senses.

It was exactly what he needed, and why he’d come back to his childhood home. His life had been turned upside down in a matter of moments, and with one simple phrase. I’m sorry.

Never before had he realized the weight of such simplicity...the devastation it could cause, and the heartache.

To read other Friday Flashes with this same picture, click on the links below.

Angelica Dawson: http://angelicadawson.blogspot.com

 

J S Morbius: http://morbiussworld.blogspot.co.uk/

Doris O'Connor: http://thetardisscribbles.blogspot.co.uk/

S. J. Maylee: http://SJMaylee.com
AuroraRose Andromeda: http://rollingmuseintheroses.blogspot.com

 

Pablo Michaels: http://www.pmmanmanromance.com/

 

Naomi Shaw: www.authornaomishaw.com

 

 

Flash Fiction Friday - April 19, 2013

This week's picture comes from Stockvault.

This had to be one of the worst jobs my uncle could have given me. Why did I have to be the one to dress the new mannequins?

If that wasn’t bad enough, I had to dress them in lingerie. Maybe most sixteen year old boys would be happy to be elbows deep in women’s bras and panties…maybe I would too if I weren’t having to do it where anyone passing by the store front could see me.

After adjusting the bra strap on the last mannequin, I glanced out into the mall, and came face-to-face with my worst nightmare.

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