Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 19

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Excerpts

Another Trophy

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Suddenly, he heard it. A sound like a whisper, barely audible. He raised his head and looked around. There, in the corner of the graveyard, he saw a figure standing tall. He couldn’t make out a face in the darkness, but he could feel the eyes upon him.

It was a woman. She stood over six feet tall and wore a black leather bodysuit that accentuated her beautiful, lush curves. Her long hair lay in a cloud around her shoulders and spilled down her backside like a river of ink. Her eyes were two pools of hypnotic blue and her lips were full, the color of pomegranates. As she took a step forward he could see the outline of her firm breasts through the thin layer of leather.

“Detective Smith, NYPD,” He flashed his badge. “Who are you?” he asked. His voice was low and tense.

“My name is Lillian,” she said in a voice that was like velvet and pointed at the fresh corpse “Did you know him?”

(…)

Lana’s Feet

(…)

He remembered how Lana would saunter in, her high-heeled black shoes clacking against the hardwood floors. She’d slip out of her socks and curl up next to him, wrapping her slender toes around his body like a silken ribbon. Her feet were always warm, sending waves of calmness throughout his body as she whispered sweet nothings in his ear.

“Oh Henry,” she would purr, her gaze heavy and filled with desire. “Don’t you think my feet are irresistible? I love how you look at me when I’m massaging you with them like this. It makes you want to drop hard into a trance, doesn’t it?”

Yes. Always. It’s what she did best, and he loved her more every day because of it. He recalled the sensation of her tender feet gliding along his body like a dancer, never missing a beat. When she did her entrancing magic, he felt connected to her in an entirely new way; something he had never experienced before.

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The World is Full of Light

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At first, I kept my newfound power a secret. But then I realized that I could use it for good. I started singing in random places, ensnaring everyone around me and inspiring them to do great things. With just a handful of notes, I could make them forget their worries and focus on the beauty that surrounded them.

It took me a few weeks to get used to my new power but when I did, it felt like it was the most natural thing in the world. The power to command thoughts coursed through my veins like electricity. I had never felt so alive.

This ability opened up a world of possibilities. I left my old job behind a desk to become a motivational speaker traveling around the world. I used my voice to perform in front of large crowds and gently sway their opinions and decisions. I was no longer your typical suburban woman but an enchanting force to be reckoned with. I wanted to be a source of comfort and courage for anyone willing to listen, but there were still some risks involved.

(…)

Under Control

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The chip lighting up inside him was like a fire burning in her veins. This was not some elaborate form of medical play but the real deal. Marie had absolute control over him now and could make him do anything she wanted, anytime she wanted. She had the power to send him on a rollercoaster of sensations, from pleasure to pain and everything in between.

Marie let out a sigh of pleasure as she watched her husband’s chest rise and fall with shallow breaths. The chip was now firmly embedded in his body and the remote was plugged into its port. She couldn’t believe that he had trusted her this much, but she didn’t want to dwell too much on the thought. Instead, she focused on the power pulsing through her veins. She felt alive and invigorated, like a Goddess whose power was limitless.

Marie carefully placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingers.

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