Flash Fiction Friday 2023 – Week 49
Flash Fiction Friday continues in 2023. New pieces appear every Friday on my Patreon throughout the year. The minimum pledge to read them before anyone else is $3 per month. and the number of pieces available is tied to the monthly pledge total so the more you support my efforts, the more you’ll get to read. Find out what they’re all about and check out some excerpts from this week’s update in this post.
Back Off!
Hello. I didn’t expect to find anyone out here today. Why have you come? The show was cancelled, didn’t you hear?
Yes, I’m afraid it’s true. Mistress Dea didn’t meant for it to happen, but she got sick, so we let everyone know – or at least, I thought we did. Her spectacle will happen sometime next week or when she’s feeling better. Additional details will be revealed as soon as we have them. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience.
What? You want your money back? I’m sorry but we’re not processing refunds for now because the show is still on. Besides, you would have to request that through the proper channels, and I’m not it. However, if you’ll allow me to check your contact information with our database, I can ensure you receive the news about the new date, accordingly. Shall we head to my office?
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Nothing Is Happening
“Nothing is happening,” Gladys whispered in Mark’s ear as she pushed her rubber phallus inside his lubricated ass. The mid-forties accountant moaned and continued to stare at the spiraling reflections on her bedroom wall. Something was wrong but he couldn’t precise what it was.
“Nothing is happening,” Gladys repeated, her silky words sliding inside his mind. The strap-on dug deeper as remained blissfully confused.
It had been going on for almost an hour now. What was supposed to be a fun first date soon led to a night cap in her place and before he could say the whisky tasted funny, he was already lost in the moving patterns all around him. Spirals were her favorite but there so many more she could choose from, from twinkling stars to soothing stars crashing on a golden shore. The hidden projector on her nightstand complemented the drugs and her hypnotic caresses. Resisting such a powerful combination was extremely difficult if not downright impossible.
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The Dark Maiden of Annur
Have you heard the tale of the Dark Maiden of Annur? It’s a tale as old as time said to have originated in the Forgotten Careth. Of course, nobody knows for sure if Careth ever existed or not or if its legend originated from the deluded minds of drunk scholars and poets alike. Some will swear it was as real as the fact that the Earth orbits around the sun while others will laugh at the very mention of its name. It is not my place to determine who’s right and who’s wrong. I just like this story and want to share it with you.
A long time ago, in the province of Annur in the southernmost regions of Careth, there lived a beautiful woman with jet-black hair and sparkling blue eyes like sapphires. Her name is unknown but she was the fairest of all women in the region and the continent. Men loved her more than anything and women were jealous of her good looks. Wherever she went, hell broke loose. People fought to be close to her and families tore themselves apart hoping for something that could never be. Unwillingly, the maiden was a source of discord throughout the land and that was not a good omen.
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Treasure Hunt
Nicholas unwrapped the square box left for him on his desk and rubbed his hands. What was in it? What had Willa gotten him this time? He ignored the handwritten note clearly stating to leave it alone until Christmas and dug deep into its contents, hoping for a pleasantly erotic surprise.
He didn’t get one. There was nothing in the box except a small rectangular remote with two buttons on it, one white and one red, as well as another note that read,
“I told you not to open it and yet here you are like I knew you would be. If you dare to play my little treasure hunt, press the red button on the remote. Good luck!”
“Oh, you’re on, baby!” Nicholas smiled from cheek to cheek. Of all the women the History teacher had ever dated, she was the most inventive one and her creativity knew no bounds. Something great was waiting for him at the end of this new challenge, he knew it! The sooner he solved the puzzles ahead the happier he would be.
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