From Wikipedia: Flash fiction is fictional work of extreme brevity,[1] that still offers character and plot development… Enjoy…
1: Caught In the Act:
I brought the car to a halt on the side of a seldom used road just outside town. I had been away from my guy far too long, and his picture on the dashboard was calling to me. I brought the picture to my lips, then my cheek, my eyes closed in longing.
I placed his picture where I could see it and pulled up my charcoal gray dress, revealing black silk thigh high stockings with lace lined tops. I pushed my seat back and placed my left foot out the window, against the side mirror. The cool air rushed over my now wet and hot pussy, no panties to get in the way. I closed my eyes as my fingers began their dance over my clit and down into the warm folds of my hungry depths.
My mind caressed his absent body, lingering over his erect manhood, so familiar, yet always exciting. I imagined him deep inside me, his hot breath on my neck, his strong hands stroking my eager body. Juices and sweat poured onto the seat as I shook in orgasm, wave after wave shooting through my trembling body, so lost in ecstasy that I almost failed to recognize the squeal of brakes as a car pulled in behind me.
As I quickly removed my foot from the mirror, I saw the flashing lights of a police car. My heart pounding, I straightened myself out the best I could. Suddenly, he was standing at my open window.
“Need any help ma’am,” the trooper asked.
“N-No, I’m fine,” I replied breathlessly.
The trooper looked at the picture on the dashboard, the sweat on my face, my dress still over my stockings.
“Tell him he’s a lucky man. Have a nice day.”
I smiled all the way home.
– Flash Erotica by Tom Larkin
2: For Her The Bell Tolls:
She climbed the narrow stairs, her ass swaying gently under the long dark green skirt. Reaching the top, she glanced around the small space of the old bell tower. Warm sunlight poured through the open louvers surrounding the room, bathing everything in horizontal slits of light. The tower was located at the top of the historic court house, in which she had just won her first case. After all the tension, she needed a place to relax, before the long drive home.
Thinking of home, she naturally thought of her man. Big, strong, yet gentle of soul, thoughts of him always caused her face to flush, nipples to harden, and moisture to flow between her legs. Placing her briefcase on the window ledge, she opened it quickly, and removed a shiny object from a hidden compartment.
She warmed the crystal dildo, a gift from her husband, in her left hand, as she sat on the window sill and placed her feet on the wooden rail that encircled the old bell. She pushed her long skirt up her thighs, revealing dark silk stockings, accented with little roses. The crystal disappeared between her open thighs, through the crotchless stockings, and into her warm, moist pussy. She worked it fast, needing relief from her tension, wanting it to be her man.
Sweet juices flowed and dripped onto the floor as she moaned softly with delight. She began panting as she shoved the now hot crystal in and out, faster and faster, while her other hand rubbed her hardened clit. Raw lust filled her voice as she whimpered with each thrust, then screamed as she came, hot juices flooding over the crystal and down her silk covered thighs. Startled pigeons burst out through the louvers. She smiled lustfully…her man was in trouble tonight!
Flash Erotica by: Tom Larkin
3: Call Of The Siren:
I could see her in the shower, her naked body glistening through the transparent door. Desire swept through me as she washed herself, her hands moving over her breasts, down her flat stomach, between her long legs. Legs that stretched from the earth to the moon; long, slender legs, shapely thighs, delicious calves, beautiful feet. Her legs called to me as the Sirens called to Homer.
Her hands stayed between her legs, fingers moving in circles, her head arched back. A look of pleasure, of lust, of ecstasy formed on her pretty face, luscious ruby lips parting in short soft gasps as her fingers circled faster, while one hand left the warmth between her thighs and moved to her ample breasts. There, her fingers found a new toy; dark, erect nipple to be pinched and rolled between long narrow fingers.
As the steamy water cascaded over her warm body, her lips parted in a whimper. A whimper which soon turned into a moan, becoming louder as her fingers disappeared between her hot, damp folds, the wetness there now caused more by her own juices than by the shower. Her body began to quiver, her hands moving faster, her moans becoming louder as she neared orgasm, sweet release. The fingers deep in her hot folds stopped as she shuddered, juices running over them and down her glistening legs, her orgasm sweeping through her entire body, her entire soul.
I watched in anticipation as she stepped out of the shower. The time seemed to crawl as she dried and fixed her long dark hair, applied makeup she didn’t need, and reached for me. At last, she slowly, sensuously pulled me on over her long legs and looked in the mirror. My black fishnet body contoured her every curve. I was home!
Flash Erotica by: Tom Larkin
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