As I implied in "Midnight Blue," I
thrive on challenges. So much so that I sometimes challenge myself to keep
things interesting. When I noticed other writers combining several writing
prompts into one post, I thought that was an awesome idea. This week, I
challenged myself to come up with a story using the Masturbation Monday, Wicked Wednesday, and Friday Flash prompts.
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Anticipating this moment all day, she had
trouble focusing on daily tasks, often drifting into a sensual fugue imagining
his reaction.
Last weekend, they saw a young woman with multiple
ear piercings, all different types and styles.
"Isn't that pretty?" she commented.
"Fuck no." He raised an eyebrow,
giving her the look that always commanded her attention and ignited desire low
in her belly. "If you do that, you'll be in big trouble."
His words echoed in her mind all week until she
couldn't resist temptation. She loved pleasing him, but it was her nature to
challenge him and test her boundaries.
She didn't hide what she'd done, tying her long
brown hair up in a colorful bandana, exposing her neck and ears.
When she heard the front door shut and his approaching
footsteps, she pressed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache in her
cunt.
Like always, he came up behind her as she chopped
vegetables and placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. Moaning, she dropped the
knife and tilted her head just the right way, inviting further exploration. He
nibbled up her neck, then latched onto her earlobe.
She knew the moment he saw it, because his
teeth sank a little harder into her flesh, creating a sympathetic sensation in her
clit.
Growling deep in his chest, he released her
earlobe. "You've been a very naughty girl."
"Yes, sir." She panted, wondering
what he'd do.
He slammed his hips forward, pinning her to the
counter, his blatant erection prodding her backside. "What do you think I
should do about that?"
"Whatever sir wishes."
"Good answer."
He yanked up her short skirt, revealing her
bare ass.
She sucked in a breath as his hand delved
between her legs.
"So fucking wet."
Not touching her enough to give her the pleasure
she craved, he coated his fingers with the abundant juices coating her thighs,
then smeared the slickness between her ass cheeks.
She stopped breathing when she heard his zipper
rasp. His hard, hot length buried in her cleft, he took the silver heart rook
piercing between his teeth, tugging it gently while rocking against her ass.
Hissing in pain, she gripped the counter, her
cunt clenching with need.
"Who owns this disobedient ass?"
"You do, sir."
To prove the point, he shot a thick messy load
of come all over her ass, then pulled her skirt back down.
"No spanking, no whipping, and no coming
until further notice." He left her with one light unsatisfying smack on
her now sticky ass.
She whimpered and pouted, but accepted the
punishment because she deserved it. Besides, when he did finally let her come,
she knew it would be mind-blowing.
"We'll get another piercing for the other
ear. A spiral, I think."
She faced him. "But you don't like
it."
"No, but you do." He gave her that look over his shoulder, almost
making her come. "So I should get to pick one, don't you think?"
I should be working on other things (bad Ria!),
but I just couldn't resist this week's Friday Flash prompt. You can see the gorgeous
sculpture here. Many thanks to F. Leonora Solomon for hosting Friday Flash and
Dr. J for the inspiring picture. The resulting story is a bit of a departure
for me, but I hope you enjoy it!
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Half a world away and he still consumed me, a
raging inferno in my soul. Even the gentle ocean waves undulating around me
couldn't calm my torment.
I hoisted myself from the briny water onto a
large rock. Closing my eyes against the brilliant sun, I stretched out on my back,
the rough, craggy surface biting into my flesh. The discomfort didn't come
close to equaling the wrenching agony of my self-imposed isolation.
As the midday heat evaporated the droplets
clinging to my bare skin, I could almost hear his seductive voice on the
breeze. Come back to me, my goddess, my queen,
my Mona Lisa.
From the start, I knew he'd ruin me—my twin flame,
my perfect complement, burning me from the inside out until I was nothing more
than ashes in the wind, altering me forever. It scared me so much I ran from
him, disappearing without a trace. But that didn't stop me from feeling him all
the time, the longing and despair that mirrored mine, no matter how much distance
I put between us.
On the rocks, both literally and figuratively, I
knew I couldn't fight it any longer. The tension in the air around me seemed to
relax, almost as if it was him sighing with relief at my surrender. A balmy zephyr washed over me like his warm breath teasing my skin. I melted into the
stone, letting his presence overtake me, welcoming the building heat of his
ardor.
My hands became his, sliding over my body, my
arousal flaring as the flame of his touch licked every inch of me. I arched
into him as he relearned my shape and reclaimed what had always been his. Breasts
heaving, I endured him torturing my nipples, which were almost as hard as the
rock beneath me.
Then he was between my legs, feeling my liquid
desire flowing with abundance.
He moaned in appreciation, or I did, I couldn't
tell anymore. Mine. Always.
"Yours." My strangled cry pierced the
ether as his fingers made me writhe in fiery pleasure. Filling my needy sex, he
possessed me all over again, the blazing passion only he created roaring throughout
my body. When the conflagration went supernova, every synapse lit with pure
bliss until I was engulfed in radiant white light.
I was so overcome I could've sworn his warm
seed splashed onto my thighs. But it was just sea foam from the now turbulent
ocean, the waves crashing against the rock. How I wished it was his essence
marking my skin as indelibly as the rest of me.
As the intensity banked, glowing embers of certainty
transformed my entire being. I knew what I had to do and where I belonged. My
need to be with him was overwhelming. I'd do anything to earn his forgiveness
for my lack of faith—beg, get down on my knees in supplication. Above all, I
would relinquish the one thing I'd denied him, something I'd never given anyone
else…my heart.
This is my first time participating in F. Leonora Solomon's Friday Flash. It's been a while since I've written flash fiction.
It's a great way to learn how to tighten your writing. Of course, back then, I
only had one hundred words to work with. I like this roomy five-hundred word count
limit. You can get in much more naughtiness!
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Standing at the wall of windows, I watched the
Miami skyline light up in the emerging twilight, the last rays of sunlight
defiantly painting the sky above Biscayne Bay.
"My boyfriend cheated on me."
The shrink's swanky corner office was in one of
the city's most impressive high-rises.
"How does that make you feel?"
I sauntered towards his desk, my heels clicking
on the floor. It was a neatly-arranged chrome and glass affair situated in the
corner where the windows met.
"Hurt, sad, and really fucking pissed
off."
I focused on the picture of him and a busty
blonde with the Empire State Building in the background. He was very
good-looking—tall, lean, salt and pepper hair, and warm brown eyes. A George
Clooney doppelganger.
"That's a completely understandable
reaction."
Facing him, I leaned against his desk, my short
skirt sliding up to reveal the lacy tops of my thigh-highs. Wearing an
expensive charcoal suit, he sat in a black leather armchair that was part of an
inviting seating area in the middle of the room.
His gaze flicked to my legs, then returned to
my face. "Let's address your anger first."
I pointed at the picture. "This your
wife?"
His eyes lit up and he smiled broadly.
"Yes."
"She doesn't mind you working late?"
"She often works late herself."
"Know why I'm so angry?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm an amazing girlfriend."
"I'm sure."
"Look at me." I ran my hands over my
slim but curvy figure.
He cleared his throat. "Yes, you're very
attractive."
"I'm not clingy but supportive, I don't mind
him going to stripper clubs with his friends, I actually like football and
porn, I'm almost always horny and available, I'm kinky as fuck, and I suck cock
like a dream."
He shifted in his seat, uncrossing his legs.
"Well…"
I retrieved my cellphone from my purse on the
sofa next to him. "The dumbass accidentally sent me a pic of his come all
over this slut's tits."
He looked at the screen I shoved in his face,
then frowned and took it. "Wait, that's—"
"Your wife."
Kneeling between his legs, I quickly had him
unzipped and his cock in my hand.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting even." I nodded at the
phone. "Hit record."
Then he was in my mouth and I sucked him hard and
deep like a pro.
"Christ!"
It wasn't long before he gripped my hair and I knew
he was about to come.
Wrenching my mouth off him, I looked up. "Come
on my face."
And he did, in thick heavy bursts.
"Fuck, you are good." He pressed a
cloth into my hand.
"Did you get my come-covered face?"
"Yeah."
I wiped my face, then took the phone and sent
the video to my boyfriend and his wife.
He grinned. "Same time next week?"
"Sure. Why not?"
As I left, I licked some lingering come from my
mouth. It tasted like revenge, and just as sweet.
I'm a little late, but this week's Wicked Wednesday
"Passenger" prompt ultimately resulted in the story below after some
meandering associations in my brain. When I saw "passenger," I
thought "naughty road trip." And of course, that road trip would have
to be in a classic Mustang. I'm dating myself here, but in my youth, I was
fortunate enough to have a 1990 midnight blue Mustang convertible. So that lead
me to the song "Midnight Blue" by Lou Gramm. Of course, the car in
the video below is a Pontiac GTO, but this song worked better for my purposes
than "Mustang Sally," which is what I called my 'Stang, by the way. I
know, not terribly original.
Yes, I know the story is a little long. I just
couldn't help myself. You can check out the other Wicked Wednesday posts by clicking
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Anyway, I hope you enjoy the story and the
musical interlude (if you can get past the 80s hair),
"Who doesn't have a satellite radio in their car these days?" Unable to find anything decent on the old AM/FM radio, I slumped down in the passenger seat and sighed.
He took his eyes off the road long enough to give me a crooked grin. "Someone with the proper respect for classic muscle cars."
I'd always fantasized about taking off and following I-10 from Jacksonville to LA, stopping to see the sights along the way. Especially New Orleans. Finally doing it with my dream guy in his '66 cherry red Mustang had seemed romantic in the extreme. However, staring at the endless black highway with nothing to listen to but the sound of the tires on the pavement was getting monotonous.
And my cellphone was useless, because we were apparently going through a dead zone. It was hard to believe that there still were dead zones in this day and age. Or maybe my cell service just sucked, which was entirely possible. Since the whole trip had been spur of the moment, I hadn't thought ahead to load up my phone with road music.
"Why don't you try again," he said, nodding toward the radio.
"I've been trying for the last hour. There's only static, gossip music, or that preacher screaming that we're all sinners who'll burn in the hell fires of damnation."
He reached over and squeezed my bare knee. "We'd burn together, baby."
The feel of his warm, strong hand on my skin immediately put me on high alert and jump-started my libido. My breath quickening, I looked from his hand to his face. I could barely make him out, the occasional streetlight momentarily highlighting his striking features and the cool Spring air streaming in from the open window ruffling his longish hair.
Just the sight of him made my heart beat faster, but then he shifted his hand, his fingers sliding down along the inside of my thigh. A flood of juices soaked my cunt in anticipation. Without any real conscious thought, my legs drifted apart, inviting him to explore further.
His gaze remained on the road and he showed no sign that he knew what he was doing to me. After several dozen heartbeats, his hand remained where it was and I realized he had no intention of relieving the growing ache between my legs.
I didn't know if he was purposely teasing me, but I was going to find out. I placed my hand over his and urged him further up my thigh to where I needed him the most.
Just before his finger touched my panty-covered pussy, he pulled his hand away and chuckled. "Oh no you don't, naughty girl."
"Please," I all but whined.
"I need to concentrate on the road."
Okay, if he couldn't drive and finger me at the same time, that didn't mean I couldn't have fun. I released my seat belt and sidled up next to him, pressing my tits against his arm.
"Babe…" he said in his warning voice.
"You just keep driving while I alleviate my boredom." I slid my hand up his jean-covered thigh and cupped his growing bulge.
He groaned when I slightly squeezed his cock, then I traced his length up to his fly. I'd just gotten the button undone when he grabbed my hand. "I definitely won't be able to focus on the road if you do that."
"Then pull over."
"If you want to experience New Orleans during Mardi Gras, then we should keep going for a while." He placed my hand on my own leg and patted it. "But I'll take a rain check."
"Please?" That time I really did whine.
"Get back in your seat, put on your seat belt, and be a good girl."
Seriously? He was turning down a blowjob? Yes, he was ultimately doing it for my benefit, but it still chafed.
I wasn't a huge believer in astrology, but I was a pretty stereotypical Aries, which meant I loved a challenge. And whether he meant to or not, he'd just thrown down the gauntlet. Normally, I'd be his good girl and do as I was told, but I was bored—and now very horny. That wasn't something I—or most Aries—tolerated very well. We are also creative, daring, impulsive, independent, very sexual, and crave attention.
So like any self-respecting ram, I picked up the gauntlet.
I slid back into my seat, but I didn't put on my seat belt. Instead, I reached up underneath my sundress and wiggled out of my panties.
He glanced over. "What are you doing?"
"Don't worry about it."
I tossed the panties onto the dashboard where he couldn't miss them. Then I leaned back in my seat and kicked off my sandals. I hitched my leg up onto the car door, my foot wedged in the corner of the open window and the windshield. Turning towards him slightly, my back resting partly against the door, I bent my other leg out and lifted the hem of my dress. My bare cunt lips glistened in the intermittent highway lights.
When I looked over, his heated gaze was fixed on my cunt.
"Shouldn't you be watching the road?"
His eyes met mine briefly, then he jerked his attention back to the road.
Smiling, I slid my fingers over my hairless slit.
"I know what you're fucking doing."
"I would hope so." I sucked in a breath when my finger grazed my clit. "You've seen it often enough."
His hands tightened on the steering wheel. "You're taunting me."
Circling my clit again and again, I moaned. "I'm just amusing myself since you won't play with me."
He groaned. "Don't make me stop this fucking car."
With my free hand, I lowered the strap of my dress, baring my tit. While I worked my clit with my thumb, I fondled my tit and slid a finger in my tight wet hole. Waves of pleasure quickly built, making me close my eyes and toss my head against the seat. Pinching my nipple sent a sharp jolt of sensation ricocheting throughout my body and I couldn't help whimpering. I could hear his heavy breathing and mine and the scent of my arousal filling the car. I was so close to coming…
"Fuck!"
The car suddenly jerked to the side, throwing me against the door, and then forward as we came to an abrupt stop. Luckily, I braced my arms against the dash before I flew into it. My eyes snapped open to see that he'd pulled over onto the shoulder and was out of the car, charging around to my side like a raging bull.
Adrenaline surged through my veins, not from fear, but excitement.
He yanked open my door, grabbed my arm, pulled me out of the car.
I bit my lip to stop my grin as he bent me over the hood of the car and pulled up the back of my dress. The sharp smack to my ass caught me by surprise.
"Owe! Fuck!"
This wasn't one of our just-of-fun spankings. He really meant business.
He hit the other cheek just as hard. "Are you bored now, greedy slut?"
"No, sir!"
Another two hard slaps came down on both cheeks. "Did you do what I told you?"
"No, sir!"
I was gasping for air as the pain morphed into the most intense pleasure I'd ever felt. My clit was throbbing and I could feel my cunt juices oozing down my thighs.
"Did I say you could play with your cunt?" he asked after another round of smacks.
"No, sir!"
The heat from my abused ass seemed to seep down into my cunt, intensifying my need to be fucked hard.
"Who owns this cunt?" He punctuated the question with a slap to my pussy lips—not as hard as the smacks to my ass, but hard enough to make me cry out in pain and pleasure.
"You do, sir! Always!"
"And who gets to decide if you get to come?" There was no slap this time, just the sound of his zipper being wrenched open.
"You, sir!" I sobbed, more in relief that he was going to fuck me.
Then he rammed his cock deep inside me, making me cry out again in overwhelming pleasure. He fucked me hard and fast, his thrusts unrelenting, his hips slamming against my tender ass, mixing pain and overwhelming pleasure. It took every fiber of my being to stop myself from coming, waiting for his permission, praying that he would let me come.
His body fell over mine and he growled in my ear. "Come for me now, little slut."
I went careening over the edge and shattered into a million pieces. He joined me almost immediately, filling me with his hot come.
Completely spent, I don't know how long we stayed locked together like that, but I became aware again when a car sped past us blaring its horn.
"Fuck, we better go before the cops show up."
He got up with a grunt, tucked himself away, then helped me into the car since I could barely walk on my shaky legs.
I hissed in pain when my sore ass touched the car seat.
He chuckled. "That'll give you something to think about for a while."
Yes, it would, I thought with more amusement than chagrin.
After he closed my door, he leaned into the window, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Put your panties back on so that messy cunt doesn't leak onto the upholstery."
This time I did as I was told.
As he got back into the driver's seat, I pulled my phone out of the glove compartment to check the time.
"Oh, I have bars!" I turned on my radio app and Lou Gramm's "Midnight Blue" filled the car. "And they're playing our song."
Grinning, he got us back on the road. "Well, I did paint your ass cherry red."
