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(Source image: "Untitled 3" by Samantha Wolov)

Her back arched as her lover worked their tongue against her. Her thoughts, drifting, floating, crashing to earth with each press of the tongue. Illicit moans escaped her mouth, getting louder with each moment. The build up was getting to her by then, she needed this release. Three weeks had gone by, not a single drop of ecstasy, that is why she is so close now. The wave was coming, gathering strength, rising in power, ready to consume her...Then, it stops. No wet tongue sending shivers down her spine, no lips massaging her own. She looked down, locking onto the pale blue eyes of her lover. 'Something tells me you needed this' The lover murmurs. 'Mmm, yes I do, and I want more' The lover smiles, long blonde hair framing the expression. 'Oh yeah?' The lover goes down, and then, ecstasy...

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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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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...

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She leant back into the leather armchair, enjoying the coolness against her bare legs. Her partner was only moments away, and she was buzzing with the excitement of her little surprise. The fur coat she wore covered her naked skin in infinite warmth. She was going to enjoy this evening. She heard steps outside the door, the turning of a lock, the jangle of keys. He shuffles in, overcoat wrapped tightly against the Moscow cold. He fiddled with the buttons and the matching belt, hanging it loosely on the peg by the door. 'Anna my love, I'm ho...' he stops at the sight of his woman, wrapped in the chinchilla fur coat that she wore at almost every outing. Her legs, smooth and glistening in the winter sun, perched on the edge of his favourite arm-chair. 'Mikial, I'm glad your home.' She rises from the chair, coat sliding away from the front of her body. 'I hope you like what you see.' 'Well, as my old comrade would put it,' he threaded his hand through his greying hair, marvelling at the sight of the young lady in that thick, fur coat. 'the Iron Curtain has well and truly fallen.' She chuckles at the old world remark, and reached out for his belt...

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He watched as the two lovers embrace after their act. He was jealous of them, enjoying every inch of pleasure they get. Jealous of their bodies, their connection, their intamacy. He could feel himself harden at the sight of the young man lowering himself onto his wife. Oh, my wife. He wished he could give her the pleasure she desires, and yet, as she writhed in pleasure, he couldn't help but smile. At least I know something she doesn't. He closes the door, and turns to the blonde standing next to him. He presses a finger to her lips, feeling his way down. A gasp from behind turns him around. She is there...

Thanks to Panserbjørne for this week's Flash Fiction Friday!