23/07/2010
Flash Fiction Friday!
It went without saying really. She had been in that position for a good few hours now. The only contact she had from me was the crop. Bruised, her legs cramped, trembling, aching with need, the desire for satisfaction. I could give it to her, but with all things, she had to work for it. I brush the end of the crop against her exposed skin, watching her body react to the sensation. I let out a laugh, one laced with the emotion of my intent. She seemed to notice it, her trembling body vibrating faster. ‘Want more?’ A pleasured moan was her response...
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I really shouldn't be surprised at how many of the guys have put themselves into the "Master" role for this one. This one is quite nicely done. Thanks for joining us this week!
ReplyDelete-- PB
I can hear that laugh. ;-)
ReplyDelete~CP
I can totally see this one, and not because it fits the picture so well but because it describes the situation so beautifully. Nicely done.
ReplyDeleteDeliciously cruel
ReplyDeletemmmm just the right amount of nasty
ReplyDeletealways,
Bilinda
Excellent! I like.
ReplyDeletePerks for pleasured moans. Happy FFFriday!
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