I catch my boss glance in my direction and I fidget in my seat. I have been horny all morning, after having had a particularly hot dream about him. I can’t help my mind wandering now. I keep my eye riveted to my computer screen, pretending to be busy reading an article, but my mind is far away. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #17”
The masks afford us the illusion of anonimity. That’s all it is: an illusion, but it’s what I need. This is the first time I have ever been to a party like this. I almost wasn’t going to come, but Tara convinced me. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #16”
We are having so much fun with the sex machine. Don’t get me wrong, we don’t use it all the time. I may be multi orgasmic, but even my pussy needs a break sometimes. So when we do use it, it is all the more fun. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #15 – The sex machine”
Carrying on with the theme of multi orgasmic women… Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #14 – Sexy surprise”
If you follow me on my blog or on Twitter, it will not surprise you that this is loosely based on my own experience. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #13”
Something a bit different today. Not erotic – at all – but just something to show myself I can write other things than erotica… Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #12”
She lay spread out on the bed, the red of her underwear shocking against her white skin. Her eyes were half closed, a ghost of a smile on her lips.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, hardly able to believe his luck.
She smiled at him fully now. “Do with me as you please,” she said, her voice husky. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #11”
Remember Ruby and Sandra from Flash Fiction Friday #6? Well, today they are finally having their threesome with professor Connelly. Enjoy! Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #10”
HIDE AND SEEK
Oh God, please don’t let them find the body. It had seemed such a good idea at the time. Not the killing, of course. Killing is always a bad idea. Not that I had meant to kill him. He was bothering me and I only wanted to push him away. It wasn’t my fault that he stumbled, fell and hit his head on the curb. He shouldn’t have been drunk. Actually, he shouldn’t have attacked me. I don’t really care if someone wants to get drunk. It’s a free country: you can do to your liver whatever the hell you want to. But leave me out of it. Don’t come at me as if I owe you anything just because I am a woman. I tend to get very angry then. Continue reading “Flash Fiction Friday #8”