Showing posts with label flash fiction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flash fiction. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2013

Hard, hot and satisfying....

Hey get your mind out the gutter.  There's only room for one of us down here at a time.  I'm not talking about some smexy man. I'm talking about flash fiction, but I bet you were thinking I was talking about something else didn't you?   

So lets go with the first part...

HARD...and damn if it's not. Writing something concise is much harder than writing something that's wordy. It's always hard to trim extra unneeded words from my work. In fact, my beta, Dakota is constantly sending my stuff back to me with all kinds of little notes in the margins about "you just said that in a different way" or "you're repeating yourself again Zin."  So writing flash is a challenge and it's hard.

HOT...well, duh! I write erotic taboo, of course it's going to be hot. Sexy bodies rubbing against one another until some one is in a dire need of shower.  But this is something that all flash has in common. It's set up to tantalize your libido. If it wasn't, it wouldn't sell tons of books

and SATISFYING...all flash should have this quality. It is set up to satisfy a specific need. Whether it's a little solo fun or as a tool to spice up your relationship, flash pieces can put the zip back into anyone who has the slightest bit of imagination. 

So how would you describe Flash Fiction? 

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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Flash 52 [2] – A Sister’s Longing



Biting her lip, Sharon’s heart was breaking. In front of her was her brother and that skank Roberta he’d just married. Lying in the sand, in her bikini top and white veil in deference to their Hawaiian wedding, the bitch was cradling Drew’s head on her lap, giggling at something he said as if Sharon hadn’t just caught the new bride less than an hour ago banging her step-brother’s best man in the bathroom. The bitch doesn’t even deserve to wear white, not when we both know the little slut has been putting out for every man except for Drew. 

Around her the rest of the family frolicked on the beach, the kids splashing in the surf, while mothers kept an eye on the little ones and the men played volleyball kicking up the sand. It was the perfect picture of idyllic fun. She should be enjoying herself as any twenty-one year old single girl was doing but instead she was sitting under a palm tree, nearly in tears because she was so jealous of what Roberta had. It doesn’t matter that she doesn’t appreciate was she has. Drew loves her and I’m nothing more than his pesky little step-sister. 

Drew’s deep laugh carried across the sand before he rolled to his feet and offered a hand to his blushing young bride. Suddenly she could no longer sit and watch them. Rising unsteadily to her feet in the soft sand, she nearly teetered in her heels. 

“Whoa.” Brian, Drew’s best man suddenly appeared beside her, his khaki shorts neatly pressed and his tank once more covering his chest. Not like the last time I saw him with Roberta wrapped around him as he fucked her into the wall. He shot her a warm smile as his eyes ran up and down her form. “Careful there, Sharon. Can’t have Drew’s favorite girl breaking her ankle… why don’t you join me tonight for the buffet?” He leered down at her. “I’m sure Drew will be busy with Roberta. We can take this chance to get to know each other better…” 

Suddenly queasy from his lecherous grin, she shook her head before claiming fatigue. There was only one man she wanted and it wasn’t him. Escaping back up the path to the hotel, she brushed away a tear. This was the worse day of her life. Not only had Drew married the wrong girl, the asshole who’d just cuckolded him had just made a pass at her. 

* * * * 

“Aw, come on, Bobbi – don’t be that way...” Drew’s voice pleaded through the wall. “I didn’t say Shar was prettier than you…just that she looked really nice today…” 

The sound of rising voices had Sharon setting down her Kindle. The steamy story about a sister and brother giving into their mutual need inside of a barn had nothing on the sound of Drew pleading with his new bride. Whoever was the genius that placed her room next to the bridal suite needed to be shot. She was just reaching for her ear buds, when the door slammed. 

“Dammit, Roberta, I don’t find this funny.” The sound of him knocking drifted her way. “Open the fucking door.” 

Through the wall Sharon heard Bobbi tell Drew to go screw himself. Her heart plummeted even as her anger rose. That bitch actually locked him out of their room? On their wedding night? Slipping off the bed, she tiptoed over to the door. If she went to him, Drew would realize she’d heard everything. If she didn’t, Lord only knew how long he’d stand in the hall. Before she could decide the decision was taken out of her hands. There was a soft knock. Pulling the door open she took in the haggard expression on Drew’s face. 

“Hi.” He shifted a bit. “Bet you heard everything?” When she gave a soft nod, he sighed, his shoulders slumping. “Can I stay here tonight, Shar? She’s not going to let me back in and I’ll die if Mom and Dad…” 

She stepped back, pulling him inside by his hand. “Don’t...” Shutting the door behind him, she leaned against it. “You don’t have to explain to me, Drew.” She gave him a soft smile, wanting to ease his discomfort. 

“You’re the best, Sis.” He gave her a one armed hug. 

“You take the right side, Drew.” She gestured towards the bed, as she shut off the overhead lights, leaving only the bedside light on. 

* * * * 

Later that night, Sharon continued to stare up at the ceiling, listening to Drew’s even breathing. It reminded her of the times when they gone camping together. She was wound tight, her body humming with arousal. Not only could she feel the heat radiating off his tall athletic body, his spicy aftershave filled her nose every time she breathed in. His palm felt warm against hers from where their hands were joined. She wanted to stay like this forever but knew before long the dawn would be streaking the sky pink and a new day would begin. If she was smart she’d close her eyes and quit staring at him. His rugged profile even in slumber was breathtaking. Eventually however, her eyes got heavy and she started drifting away. 

“Baby?” The low groan in her ear in her ear jerked her awake, only to find herself pressed tight against him. “You’re here…” His arm tightened around her as his mouth skimmed over her shoulder. “Taste so good...so beautiful today…” He rocked against her, his erection throbbing against her panties. She gasped, lust wrapping around her. “Been waiting so long…please…” 

His plea had her freezing. Her eyes stung. He thought she was Bobbi. She should stop him. When his fingers slipped under her top to toy with her nipples, her brain tried to shut down. She wanted him, but it was wrong. “Drew…” she protested as sensation shot to her womb. 

“Hmmm…tight little nipples…” He suddenly rolled her over. She sank into the glittering depths of his green eyes. “…I want them, Shar….” He tugged at the shirt tail, pulling it up to expose her mid-drift. “I want to suck them...say yes. Please Baby.” 

She swallowed hard. There were so many reasons she shouldn’t. But she couldn’t deny him, not like Bobbi had. Nodding, a startled cry left her when he swooped in his tongue, teeth and lips tugging on her sensitive peaks. His hand plunged inside her panties, his fingers gentle but assertive as he explored her folds. Grabbing the pillow next to her she shoved it in her mouth to muffle her cries. She’d never felt anything so hot in her life. Untried her body struggled to accept his fingers. 

“Shit, you’re wet.” Pulling the pillow away, Drew tossed it the side as he levered over her. “I want you…” his eyes slid closed. “I…need…” 

She brushed her fingers over his jaw, needing to give to him. “It’s yours, Drew, always.” 

A low groan ripped free of him. His fingers shoved her panties aside and something wet and broad pressed against her opening. She muffled her cry when he flexed his hips and buried himself inside of her. Pain washed over her with the tearing of her innocence. He froze above her, pulling back to look into her face. 

“Shar?” 

“Yours,” she repeated, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. A low whimper was buried against his chest as he sank deeper. 

“Damnit. I won’t hurt you.” She panicked as he lifted, assuming he was leaving. “Shh, relax for me.” His thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow circles. The pain immediately vanished. She bite her lip lifting into him, rocking against his knowing touch. “No don’t hide from me. I want to hear…” 

“But…Bobbi….” Her eyes darted towards the wall. 

“Can go fuck herself.” He groaned, thrusting gently in time to his thumb. “I want you to scream when you come for me, Shar.” 

“I…okay…” she agreed, the coil inside of her tightening as he moved a bit faster. The head board banged against the wall, but she didn’t care. The pleasure was building. 

“Fuck, so good.” Drew panted, his chest heaving against her tight nipples. 

Sparks spread as her peak grew close. “Ohhhh, I’m going to….” She tossed her head. 

“Yeah, come for me. Come all over that hard cock.” His voice was tight, his hips now pounding against hers, his thumb never still. “Come so I can fill your little pussy full….” His promise gritted out between his clenched teeth did it. She flew over the edge with a scream, sharp almost painful pleasure consumed her until she was digging her short nails into his shoulders. “Damnit!” His curse was groaned against her lips, his hips jerking erratically as he spilled inside of her. She could do nothing but cling to him as he shook through his own pleasure. 

When it was finally over he collapsed over her. Keeping her arms and legs around him, she rubbed his back, comforting him and never wanting it to end. Even though she knew he’d be going back to his wife. “I...won’t tell.” She whispered softly. “It’ll be our secret…Bobbi won’t ever know…” 

Above her, he stiffened and lifted his head to meet her eyes. “Let me deal with Bobbi. She was a mistake. A stand in for who I really wanted. I realized that tonight after she kicked me out.” 

Hope bloomed in her chest. “Then who do you want?” 

His eyes darkened. “You and don’t even think of trying to ditch me.” He rubbed his nose to hers. 

“But what about Mom and Dad…” 

He sighed. “Let me deal with them.” 

She nodded. “Okay.” 

He smiled at her. “That’s my girl…” He pressed her fingers to his mouth. “Love you Shar, you and no one else.”


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Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Flash 52 – Week [1] – Erik’s New Year Gift


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Sitting in front of the TV, Erik shifted as the warm body next to him bounced excitedly. As the huge orb in Times Square began to make its decent, his sister Sara – well, older adopted sister if he was being honest, was shouting. Surging off the couch, he moved out reach. He wouldn’t be able to make it if she did the same thing as last year. His desire for her had almost overwhelmed him, and would’ve if it hadn’t been for his best friend ‘accidently’ spilling his beer all over Erik and the couch he and Sara been sitting on. 

“Five…four…three…two…one! Happy New Year, Erik!” Sara jumped up, joining him, her blonde hair swaying as she launched herself at him, and pressed her full ruby-red lips to his. Hissing in surprise, he tried to leave room between their bodies but as Auld Lang Syne poured out of the surround sound, Sara basically climbed him like a tree. Until he was uber-aware of Sara’s nubile body pressed against ever inch of his. 

When she tried to force her tongue into his mouth, he jerked, not from the sweet wine coolers she’d been consuming beforehand but in a futile effort to keep from taking what he wanted. When Sara finally realized he wasn’t going to open his mouth for her, the little sneak freed one arm and squeezed his nose shut, blocking off all the air. Surprise and the need to breathe had his lips parting like the pearly gates on judgment day. 

As her tongue rubbed over his, she growled into his mouth and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. Sensation after sensation built as they kissed until he was stumbling towards the couch in search of flat surface. Gone where his objections. Taking her down to the couch, he covered her body with his, rocking his aching cock against her mound. He was beyond being reasonable, ethical or what every the hell you wanted to call it. He needed her and was tired of fighting his forbidden attraction. 

Inspiration for Week 1 - New Year's Eve in Times Square
When their mouths finally parted, both were panting. Rising up enough to look at her, he licked his lips, taking in her flushed faced. “We shouldn’t do this…” He had to offer her away out, because he couldn’t stop by himself. “…if you don’t want this…tell me now.” 

Her hazel eyes were glazed. “You fool; I’ve been lusting after you since I moved in with you last year.” She reached up and pinched his nipples through his t-shirt. “Did you honestly think I was walking around in skimpy shorts and shirts because I was hot?” She drove her fingers into his hair even as she rocked up into him. “Well, I was hot…for you.” 

“You were?” He croaked, sweat beading on his brow. He’d never realized that the attraction had been mutual. 

“Yes.” She gave him a naughty smile. “Now you have two choices, Erik. Either fuck me with that nice hard cock I feel pressing against me…or I’m going to go out to the nearest bar, find a guy who will, and bring him home.” Her breathing grew raspy. “Unless of course, that’s what you want? To listen to some strange man bang your sister’s brains out while you jerk off?” 

Possessiveness like he’d never felt before washed over him even as her words stirred his lust. Pinning her hands above her head, he leaned in and nipped her lip. “Like hell you will. If you need a stiff cock, I’ve got one for you.” He ground against her, loving the way her eyes closed and her head tipped back as she moaned. “There isn’t a chance in hell, I’m going to let you go out and pick up some stranger to fuck in my home.” 

“Good…” her breasts rose under the thin silk blouse she wore. “…then you do it. Fuck me.” 

Grunting he sat up, ignoring her cry of distress, as he shed his clothing. Where they ended up, he didn’t care. When he was down to his boxers, he grasped the waist band of her skirt and jerked it down over her rounded hips. At the same time, she jerked his underwear freeing his cock. As her hand wrapped around him, the sound of the fabric renting filled the air. Her grasp felt heavenly, and torn clothing did little to deter him. He’d replace whatever was ripped later. Right now he wanted her naked.  

“Lift.” He ordered, taking the skirt and her panties down. As her bare mound came into view, he licked his lips, suddenly hungry. “Fuck….I gotta taste.” Hooking her legs over the crook of his arms, he jerked her up. 

“Eric!” She cried out as he covered her muff with his mouth. Delving deep, he growled as her tart flavor exploded over his tongue. Holding tight to her thighs he stayed with her as she squirmed under his oral assault. “Oh shit, I’m gonna…. “ She began to babble and if he hadn’t been so busy lapping up her creamy essence, he would’ve smiled, but instead he focused on the hard kernel of her clit. Drilling the tip of his tongue against it, he sent her over the edge. 

“Ahhhhh!” She shook in his arms, more cream spilling from her. Straightening, he brought her down, straight onto his cock. His head tipped back as her wet heat surrounded him. 

“Son of a bitch!” 

“Fuck me, Erik, please!” Her plea wasn’t lost on him. It sent a flick of fire up his spine and he began to move. 

“Tight little pussy…” Lowering his head, he took in the sight of her under him – her blouse up around her neck, bra shoved aside as she squeezed and tugged at her own nipples, her long legs wrapped around him as the prettiest little pussy that he’d ever seen clung to him. 

“Stop fucking around and screw me like you mean it.” She tightened her legs around his waist. If someone had asked him earlier about how he’d ring in the New Year…fucking his sister until she squealed wouldn’t have been his answer. Nope this definitely was the best New Year ever. 



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