Lisa pointed out that my flash fiction post two days ago was hidden under the title of the blog Building a Story...
So here is the repost because she is totally right!
Inspirational Photo:
Here's the scoop...
Submit a Flash Fiction about the picture (100 words or absolutely as close as possible) trying to use the characters from the photo and the WINNER (chosen by moi and my two partners in crime: Beautiful Girl and Sir Hotness) will win one of my books...Sacred Secrets, Sacred Revelations, Unholy Promises (soon to be released) or Dom/sub!
The challenge is open until Monday at midnight:)
Good Luck!!
7 comments:
Okay, I can't help but laugh at that. (I know Roxy this isn't part of the flash)
See man.
Merge.
Semen.
So does that mean I should post here? And not at the other?
I don't know JP. I think I'm going to.
JP, love,
You can post anywhere your heart desires! Thank you for joining us!
Hugs
Roxy
Heat shimmered off sand. Sweat dripped into her eye the seventieth time and her temper snapped. Lunging, she tackled, straddled, pinned him.
“Admit it! You’re LOST!” she screamed.
After staring at his ass for hours, his front was fascinating. Edible. Leaning close, she nipped his jaw. Sand stuck to golden skin, gilding his perfection to that of a statue.
“Babe, the sand is hot. Let me up.”
“Is it?” she cooed. Setting her hands onto his pecs, she ground down with all her weight, pressing firmly.
He lunged up with his head. She pulled back.
“Nope. I’m in charge now.”
Okay, I'm moving it up here. Same story based on Roxy's book cover.
She thought about her boss and what he would say if she saw her kneeling naked on a bed, arms lashed, breasts trembling, her eyes hidden behind a strip of black and her words muted in a room full of chatty strangers.
She wiggled her foot and made her ankle move and decided she didn’t care what her mother thought.
A sag and a whisper, “You mustn’t do that. Not yet, anyway. We agreed.”
She froze. Fuck! And fuck you, she thought and wiggled her foot harder.
“Should I call Todd? That is your boyfriends name right, Todd?”
She whimpered.
“I want to taste.”
She heard a chuckle and, “Me too.”
Murmuring drew near and she caught, “Is she a virgin?”
She heard the woman answer, “No way is she a virgin!”
“Not like that. Is she a VIRGIN.”
“Oh,” the woman answered in awe.
Her nipples ached. The gag stopped her from licking her lips but didn’t stop her from fidgeting. The sag of the mattress did that.
“They asked me if you were willing,” came on a whisper.
A full minute later she couldn’t believe she was shaking her head yes.
“I wasn’t asking,” was the immediate response.
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