Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 43
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Intimate
Amber slowly descended into the BDSM dungeon in her basement and turned on the lights, illuminating the kinky space with a devilish red light. Tamara was still where she had left her the night before, chained to a St. Andrew’s cross, and with a red ballgag in her mouth. Her perky breasts were sweaty and her tight pussy was dripping vaginal fluids on the floor. Amber would have to make her clean her mess sooner or later.
The real estate agent turned sadistic Mistress loved her vast collection of human toys, but Tamara was her favorite. The inked blonde whose skin was a haven for colorful fantasy animals and Chinese characters with double meanings looked at her leather-clad captor and her eyes filled with lust. She needed her. She needed to be fucked by her Goddess more than anything.
“Hello, my lovely,” Amber purred. “I know what you’re thinking and yes, I’m going to give you everything you want, but I prepared a special surprise for you this morning, one I’m sure you’ll love. Watch this.”
(…)
Perfect
Karen’s Halloween dinner looked amazing, a genuine feast for sore eyes but William wasn’t hungry. He hadn’t touched his food and the glass of red wine remained untouched as well. His girlfriend looked quizically at him. It had been a year since the last time they had seen one another and there was no spark, no enthusiasm, nothing. His skin looked grayer than usual, and his once vibrant blue eyes were sunk and devoid of love. The mid-thirties brunette laid down the silverware and tapped her black-painted fingernails on the tablecloth, asking,
“Okay, what’s wrong?”
“Huh?” William muttered, visibly distant and uninterested. “What did you say?”
“I asked what’s wrong, William. I made all your favorites tonight, got all dressed up, and you don’t touch your food or look at me. Something is up and I need to know what it is. Tell me.”
“You really don’t know?” he said, staring into the distance. The dark night outside was calling to him.
(…)
Snap
Quincy was a ghost. He haunted the halls of his old college building, scaring freshmen and seniors alike with disturbing sounds in the dead of the night, moving objects, and all those traditionally associated with a haunting. He wasn’t a vengeful spirit, just a lover of mischievousness and a little something extra.
He was a voyeur as well. There was no greater thrill than hiding in plain sight watching others fuck. Sometimes, when the people involved were having too much fun, he would play along, too. A touch here, a lick there, and an impression of a phantom cock brushing naked ass cheeks or a pair of plump lips. It was all fun, games, and orgies. The afterlife was wonderful, and he adored every second of it.
*snap*
(…)
The First Thing…
“Justin typed feverishly on the keyboard. It had been a while since the last time he had felt this inspired, so he needed to make the best of the situation while he had the chance. An unopened can of his favorite caffeinated drink rested next to the laptop but the more his fingers hit the keys the more he realized he had no intention of using it to boost his energy levels. Everything he needed was right there in his mind. He typed and typed, losing track of time and of himself as the words filled the screen. When he finally stopped, he glanced at his wristwatch, realized he had been at it for over six hours straight, and then scrolled up in the document to check his work. The first thing he read was…
The strange cycle continued word after word, sentence after sentence. It was like he was stuck in a feverish time loop, forced to relive the same writing moment over and over again without ever seeing a resolution. Glued to his seat, he felt his thoughts dissolving one by one.
(…)
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