Flash Fiction Friday!
They were driven, beaten, hammered by the constant onslaught of the rain. Heavy cotton clinged to their skin, as they held on to each other on the outcrop. Thick, muscular arms wrapped her small frame, his mouth giving sensations more illicit than the last flash of lightning. Through the monsoon-heavy sheets of rain, she saw his flash of teeth, a wry smile which stated his own, wicked intentions. She laughs 'Of course..' her hands lowered to the thick, already wet shaft wanting, craving her touch...
Illicit and wicked - is there anything better? ;-)
ReplyDelete"Monsoon-heavy", a fine phrase. No doubt her desire hung just as heavy. Nicely played, sir, and thank you for joining us this week!
ReplyDelete-- PB
Oh, this got my heart beating a little faster...
ReplyDeleteI think the part which sold me was "his flash of teeth." It's such a specific detail, it really made me see him, exactly what the wry smile looks like. Because I had to say something more that "Great!"
ReplyDeleteWicked intentions, eh? I don't think she's complaining....
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