Flash Fiction One: May 8, Tease:
When her fingers closed around his cock, he breathed sharply in. Holding his moans behind clenched teeth, he endured her clever hands torment and prayed for it to never end. (30 words)
Flash Fiction Two: May 9, Denial:
He’d gotten used to being told ‘No.’ The rhythm of her voice, the warm tones of it, soothed and calmed him, keeping him from loosing control and going over. She held him in the confines of his submission, and he was happy there. He had her, and so was happy. (50 words)
Flash Fiction Three: May 10, Cum Eating:
When she finally told him ‘Now’, he didn’t think he’d be able to. He bent his head, and ate it. (20 words)
Flash Fiction Four: May 11, Public Humiliation:
She told him she’d write all about him for the world to see, expose his faults and foibles, bare him to the four winds and laugh gleefully at his blushes. He really hoped she would… (35 words)
Why flash?
Flash fiction is a form of fiction wherein the author tries to use as few words as possible to tell a story. Each story should stand on it’s own, and, in the case of these four fictions, depending upon exactly how dirty your mind is, each story is either totally nasty and erotic or just a bit weird and sci/fi – ish. (and, you can totally read them as a linked quartet, if you want to.)
I got hooked on the idea of Flash Fiction because I’ve been playing on Twitter. If you want to follow me there, I’m EnchantrxHarper. π
Beauty besotted…irises seared by Her smile…mind raked by Her words…body spasm-ed by Her touch. This is worship? This IS worship! (23 words…& frenetically following)
lol
ok…so mine was closer to free verse than flash fiction, but i tried, Ms. Harper! lol
Hey, flash fiction is hard. The shortest story I’ve ever read?
“For Sale, baby shoes, never worn.”
Six words, and my god the amount of work they make the negative space around them do!! If I could do that much storytelling in that few words I’d count myself awesome and just sit on my laurels all day long.
π
& what marvelous laurels they are, Ms. Harper.
but seriously…very heart-wrenching & to the point. it reminds me of what i put in a “profile” after my divorce many years ago “for let cheap…one soiled heart”.
it’s amazing how much you can say with so little… really, it is in the space around the words that the story is built.
…srsly, don’t get me started on story structures and negative space, I’ll geek out for hours!
You? Geek out? i can’t begin to imagine that!
…spoken very respectfully π
on a few key topics, I will talk your ear off. π
Having heard Your voice, Ms. Harper, i can’t think of a better way to lose an ear! lol
well, if you want to look like Van Gogh, all you have to do is get me talking about art, writing, poetry, Tantra or gender issues. lol. There you go, how to loose an ear…
…or cooking.
or gardening.
books in general…
i could probably keep up with you on some of those topics & thrown in a few more besides, lol. & since i already have the beard….
We should totally do a mutual geek out some time, then. It’ll be epic!
lol
as long as You take a firm hand & steer me away from topics that start to bore You to tears. π