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Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Gloves
Gloves
by Aurora Hunter
"Leave them on," she said, as he started to remove his driving gloves.
"My gloves?" he asked.
"Yes. If you’re wearing them, then it's the gloves that are touching me, not you. So then it's okay."
"Your game, your rules." he said softly, and traced her arm with his fingers still encased in black leather.
She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes as his hand – no as the glove – stroked her body. He rubbed her nipples, the leather warm and smooth. The rose pink tips puckered in excitement, and a low moan escaped her lips.
Photo Riendo
Monday, September 27, 2010
Flash Fuck-tion: Mind Your Manners
Mind Your Manners
by Miz Angell
His hand grasps my hair; yanks my head back.
“Please.” I whisper.
His teeth sink into my neck. My thighs get soaked. “Please.”
His other hand reaches under my skirt, finding me wet. I bite my lip. He sinks his fingers into me violently.
“Please” I moan.
His tongue licks my lobe, trailing down to my collarbone, his fingers continuing their invasion.
“Please.”
His thumb finds my clit, repeatedly pushing that button. I’m so close to coming.
“Please.” I whimper.
His tongue replaces his thumb. My pulse throbs. My body falls. I shatter.
“Thank you.” He whispers.
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Flash Fuck-tion, Music her release
MUSIC, HER RELEASE
by Andrea Dale
Front row to see her favorite band. Nobody would think twice about her leather collar.
Except he’d found a new one, with clamps attached. Chains dangled from the collar into her low-cut shirt. People know what a slut she was.
If they didn’t, he’d flip up her skirt to expose the stripes from her caning.
He toyed with the remote to the vibrator stuffed in her, ratcheting up her need to come. Growling in her ear between songs in exquisite detail how she’d be forced to orgasm publicly in front of the entire audience. In front of the band.
Photo Riendo
Friday, September 24, 2010
Subway By The Curator
'Subway'
by The Curator
I’m not pretty, but it doesn’t matter because I smell like sex. It’s rush-hour Monday. I wedge into the most crowded subway car I can find. I choose carefully, forcing my barely concealed musk-colored tits hard against the chest of a Wall-Streeter wearing a light colored, expensive suit. I meet his already smoldering eyes. Silently, I thrust my hips into his instantly hard cock and grind. The train jerks and so does he. I jump off, glancing back to see his shocked face and the dark wetness spreading across the front of his sharply-creased pants.
These flashers do something filthy to my mind. I mean, searching for the photos in Riendo's flickr, and reading the words repeatedly to find a picture that works, together that action puts me in such a dreamy state. I'm ready to fall into the sex and danger and heat and motion of the day.
Photo Riendo
http://flashfuckme.blogspot.com/?zx=9d970b6ec8fd9096
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Trollop with a Laptop: Flash Fuck-tion: Silent Images
Trollop with a Laptop: Flash Fuck-tion: Silent Images
Silent Images
Ruby Kiddell
Silent images danced on the wall of the bar.
The thrusting, filling, wetting, spilling close up of a cunt being fucked.
The waitress circulated, beads of condensation trickling down the champagne glasses just as the cum trickled down the legs of the body on the screen.
As the pace on the wall increased, the camera pulled away, slowly exposing more and more of the pliant flesh.
Voice by voice the room quieted, until finally the panting, gasping release of the soundtrack could be heard.
The final close up, a face in orgasm’s bliss.
The waitress had never looked so beautiful.
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Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Trollop with a Laptop: Flash Fuck-tion: In the Train
Trollop with a Laptop: Flash Fuck-tion: In the Train
In the train
by Emma Hillman
He was fascinated. He watched her walk past him and couldn't help but admire her swinging ass. It swayed from left to right, her gait smooth despite the high heels she wore.
He was subjugated. He wondered what she looked like underneath her proper business suit. He imagined lacy garters criscrossing her smooth thighs.
He was aroused. The thought of her bent over, her legs spread wide, holding herself open for him, made his cock twitch. He watched her stop in front of the doors and stood up.
"Hi," he said and the rest is now history…
EH says: "I wrote 'In the train' during my commute on my BlackBerry, and then emailed it to myself to make sure I'd still have it. Hey, it worked!" I love that!
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Four on the Floor
By Alison Tyler
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"Four on the Floor," originally published in Best Women's Erotica 2006, features a couple intent on finding their match. They aren't looking for love or romance. They're searching for debauchery, intensity, four on the floor.
Excerpt:
Sam and I followed the duo to their Redwood City apartment, and into their tiny living room, overshadowed by a huge-screen TV and a brown faux-leather sofa. Pamela had her tongue in my asshole before my navy blue sleeveless dress was all the way off, and my mouth was on Andy’s mammoth cock before he could kick off his battered black motorcycle boots.
The TV stayed on the whole time we were there. Muted, but on. We had crazy sex right on the caramel-colored shag rug in front of it, while heavy metal bands played for us in silence. It was like doing it on stage with Guns & Roses. Surreal, but not a turn-off.
I remember a lot of wetness—her mouth, his mouth, her pussy. I remember Sam leaning against the wood-paneled wall at one point in the evening and watching, just watching the three of us entwined, the TV-glow flickering over us, my slim body stretched out between our new lovers. I felt beloved as their fingers stroked me, as they took turns tasting me, splitting my legs as wide as possible and getting in between. I held my arms over my head and Sam bent down and gripped my wrists tight while Pamela licked at me like a pussycat at a saucer of milk.
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