Flash Fiction Friday 2024 – Week 23

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Completely Hers

Elliot lay in bed, naked, his body taut with excitement. He was a tall and lean man with rippling muscles beneath his tanned skin, and a smile that made everyone melt. His girlfriend Jackie, a stunning woman with fiery red hair and green eyes, knelt behind him, her legs straddling his. She trailed her fingers down his spine, tracing the curve of his back and sending shivers of delight coursing through him.
The air around them was filled with the warm scent of sandalwood candles, whose gentle glow against the wooden walls gave the bed a hazy coloration. It was as if they were both floating in a dream, which wasn’t that far off from the truth.
She leaned over him, her breath hot against his ear. “Are you ready?” she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
He nodded, unable to speak, his throat dry with anticipation. She reached for a bottle of lubricant with a smile on her lips, her fingers slick with the slippery substance as she applied to him.
“Relax… you’re going to love this,” she continued.

(…)

Drone Time

Rita stepped out of the bathroom with her lustrous black hair tied up in a ponytail and stopped in front of the full-length mirror in the bedroom, her reflection wavering slightly in the dimly lit room. The wall behind her was adorned with a painting depicting a mythical dragon flying over an enchanted forest. It was one of her favorite creations, a precious thing she would never sell, but not as valuable as the item she was holding. It was a sleek black latex catsuit, its shiny surface making her legs tingle.
It was a gift, the last thing Heather had given her before embarking on a plane to China for what promised to be a month of intense business negotiations. Heather had told her to put it on the first night she was away and every other night after that and even though Rita didn’t understand why yet she would do it to please her. She loved her girlfriend so fucking much!
Along with the catsuit, Heather had left her a set of instructions, detailing all the steps she had to take to wear it properly and what she was supposed to do next. Rita had already read them a dozen times but one more time wouldn’t hurt. She glanced at the perfumed piece of paper and absorbed the commands therein before saying,
“Okay. Let’s do this.”

(…)

Puzzle Box

Alice considered herself to be a reasonably intelligent person. She was quick-witted and solved puzzles aplenty in her spare time to train her mental acuity. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been stumped by anything, so why couldn’t she solve Tamara’s latest contraption?
The object she was holding with both hands was like a Rubik’s Cube but with reflective runic-like shapes instead of colored faces. It moved in the way she expected it to, but the patterns she was familiar with didn’t apply. Every time she thought she had figured out something, it was like the puzzle box reset and she had to start from scratch.
“Damn it!” the buxom blonde exclaimed, staring at the glowing cube as if it were the most disgusting and repulsive thing on the face of the Earth. As much as she loved Tamara, she hated having to acknowledge defeat at anything. She had always been a sore loser, but she could live with that as long as it didn’t happen often.

(…)

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