Flash Fiction – The Kiss

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He gently traced her arms with the tips of his fingers. Her skin was silky soft. She trembled slightly as he secured the blindfold in place.
“Are you cold?”
“No, I’m fine,” she whispered.
He smiled, although she wouldn’t know it now that she was properly secured. He parted her knees and lowered his head inhaling the musky scent of arousal that permeated the air around them. His need for her pulsated but he didn’t dare rush. He intended to savor every moment.
“What are you doing?”
Her voice was laced in nervousness. He wanted to touch the moistness that he was certain had already dampened her lace panties. Even more, he wanted to taste her, drink her down, every drop that she had to offer. He hesitated. He didn’t want to scare her away.
“I’m admiring you.”
She’d never looked more beautiful in that moment of vulnerability. He ached to be inside her wrapped in the soft silkiness of her desire.
“Will you kiss me already?” Then softly she added, “Please.”
He stared at her lips as she licked to moisten them and he felt his groin stiffen in response. How could she be so blissfully unaware of the animalistic hold that she had over him? He longed to pin her underneath his body and ravage her, fucking her until neither of them could simply walk away.
“Mike? What are you waiting for?”
He didn’t want just a kiss. He wanted it all. He wanted to possess her body and make her come until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Laura… I…..”
“Do it before they think there is something going on between us.”
He swallowed his lust and carnal urge as he moved closer, lowering his face to hers and closing his eyes. He inhaled. And then finally, he sealed his lips over hers and reveled in the warmth of her body against his.
She could choose to turn blind to truth but the kiss would tell him everything he needed to know.
She melted just slightly against his chest and he became hyper aware of the beating of her heart against his and the silky strands of her hair under his fingers. She sighed softly, parting her lips to test her tongue against his and he accepted her willingly. In that moment, time stopped and the world around them disappeared.
She wanted him, too. He could feel it.
He deepened the kiss. The throbbing in his groin grew more insistent against his zipper and he gently took her hand and guided it to the heat of his jeans. She gasped lightly and he felt her start to pull away. No, the moment couldn’t end so soon.
A hand on her thigh, soft and supple, her legs yielding to his grasp. She hadn’t rejected him and it was all the encouragement that he needed to press forward, inching closer to the space he longed to claim. So close. Heat radiated from her core and she moaned softly.
“Mike!” she said with a breathless gasp.
The spell was broken. He looked longingly at her swollen red lips and wished that he could taste her again but he knew even without trying that any further attempts would be dismissed.
“I thought you wanted…”
“Mike, please, we should get back to the party.”
“It was only a kiss.”
She reached behind her head and untied the blindfold. When their eyes met, he saw something there, some change within, but he couldn’t quite place what it was.
“You’re right. Of course.”
He followed her out of the room, adjusting himself as he dd to hide his state of arousal. He slumped into the couch never letting his eyes leave her even though a little part of him died every time he watched her kiss her boyfriend.
All in time, he thought.
Laura spun the bottle to choose her next victim.



I hope you enjoyed The Kiss. Be sure to visit Amber Bentley and Christina Mandara for more yumminess. Check back for the next Flash Fiction installment on May 10th!


Flash Fiction – The Arrest


Allison sucked in her breath as the flashing blue lights filled her car. Feeling the anxiety swarm inside her, she nudged the car onto the side of the dirt road she’d been traveling and turned off the engine. She checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one last time to make sure that everything was perfect and waited.

The officer cleared his throat to get her attention. She looked up at him shyly and tried to force a smile.

“License and registration, please.”

She handed it to him and in a shaking voice she asked, “Was I speeding, Officer?”

He gave her a dark smile and her insides went to mush. He wasn’t supposed to smile, damn it. He knew the effect it had on her and she didn’t want to spoil the mood.

“Could you step out of the vehicle please, M’am?”

She opened the car door and carefully stepped out keeping her eyes on his as he took in the sight of her long legs in black thigh high stockings and short skirt. She heard him suck in his breath, trying to maintain a calm demeanor as she stood before him and waited further instructions.

“What seems to be the problem, Officer?”

“Ms. Stephens, I’m going to need you to put your hands on the hood of the car where I can see them.”

She complied with his orders feeling the tingling between her legs as she did. He’d never spoken to her like this before and it took her off guard how quickly she responded. He hadn’t even touched her. Yet.

“Do you have any weapons on you?”

“No, of course not, Officer,” she said. Her voice broke, betraying the emotions she held back.

“I’m going to have to do a search. Will you spread your legs apart for me, please?”

“Yes, Officer.”

The way her skirt clung tightly around her thighs made it difficult for her to open her legs very far. Ignoring this fact, he began slowly from her left ankle and smoothed his large, warm hands up the contours of her calf, stroking the back of her knee gently as he inched his way to her thigh and brushed the hem of her thigh high. She moaned softly. His hands were so large that he could practically circle her entire leg with one hand. He stopped at her inner thigh and then repeated the motion up her right leg making her squirm in eagerness for him. It drove her to madness that once again he stopped just below her sex. She was aching for him to touch her there.

“No fast moves, Ms. Stephens,” he said chuckling slightly. No doubt he could feel the desire radiating off her with each smooth touch of her skin.

He moved to her arms, even though she couldn’t possibly be concealing anything under her light, short-sleeve blouse, he still ran his hands up the length of her arms to her shoulder. She arched her back as he continued down her back and then back up to her breasts. He held their weight in both of his hands, leaning over her slightly so that she could feel the outline of his arousal through his pants. Oh god, how she wanted him. The anticipation was killing her.

“You’re definitely under arrest, Ms. Stephens,” he whispered against her ear. He brushed his lips against her neck and then suddenly, he was standing away from her leaving her with the burning longing to be close.

She tried to glance behind her but with the palm of his hand, he pinned her down against the hood of her car. The sudden force caught her off guard and she panted breathless as her hair fell down around her face. He yanked each of her arms behind her back and slapped on the handcuffs in a single click.

Her sex instantly responded and her breath caught.

The officer’s hands moved down her legs again but he was significantly less gentle. With rough handling, he tugged the skirt up over her hips exposing her black lace panties to anyone that might happen by. He stepped inward using his leg to nudge her legs apart as he leaned in to work his way up the front of her silk blouse, exposing her chest to the cold metal of the car one button at a time from bottom to top. He pulled her blouse away as much as the handcuffs would allow and unhooked the matching black lace bra. Instantly, his hands were on her breasts again, kneading and pinching her nipples while he kissed the back of her neck and her ear.

“Ms. Stephens,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust, “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“Yes, Officer.”

“There is quite a large fine for naughty girls, you know.”

“Of course, Officer. Very large.”

She felt his hands on her backside and she squirmed a little under the weight of them pushing down against her, pretending to deny him her punishment.

“No exceptions.”

There was little she could do with her hands securely fastened behind her so she waited as he pulled down her panties, deliberately taking his time as he exposed her to the world.

“What if a car goes by, Officer?”

“They will get quite a view then, won’t they, Ms. Stephens?”

“Yes, Officer.”

“If you resist arrest, you’ll only make it harder on yourself,” he warned as she struggled a little underneath him.

She heard the sound of his zipper as he tugged free.

“Here, Officer?” she moaned in desperation.

“Oh yes.”

Without hesitation, he was inside her and she had no choice but to take all of him, pressing back against him as her juices ran the length of her thigh.

Sex with Damien was good but this was taking it to new heights.

If his moans and sighs were anything to go by, he was enjoying it just as much. He continued to press into her, pulling out slightly and pressing in deeper still as he massaged her breasts. She moaned into the hood of her car as the first hints of orgasm began to build inside her threatening to take her over the edge too quickly.

In and out, he continued to plunder her until finally she felt him thicken and release into her with a jolt. She shuddered and let her own orgasm overwhelm her senses, no longer caring who happened to see them. He collapsed over her on the hood of her car, his breaths ragged in her ear.

“I’m going to let you go with a warning this time,” he whispered into her ear, “but next time you won’t get away so lucky.”

“Next time…” She let her thoughts trail off as he moved away and replaced his pants. He helped her to her stand and fished out the key to the handcuffs but hesitated before unlocking her.

“Maybe I’ll bring these home with me tonight.” He flashed another of those devilish smiles that made her insides melt.

“Yes, Officer. I agree you should.”