Showing posts with label Playtime. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Playtime. Show all posts

Tuesday, 23 September 2014

#TantalizingTuesdays - Playtime

Happy Tuesday, folks. Hope you enjoy today's tease.




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Miri squirmed on the bed. Robbed of her vision and with the rope harness securing her arms behind her back, she was helpless. An offering to be used as Master saw fit. Mindful of the instructions she was given she opened her legs wider. A gasp escaped as the action sent cool air whispering across her heated flesh.
A door opened and shut, and blood rushed in Miri’s ears. Who had just walked into the room? Heavy footsteps approached the bed, and calloused fingertips traced her jaw, and tilted her head back. Miri licked her lips and a man’s groan trembled through her.
The sound of a zipper sounded unnaturally loud in the quiet room, and her heart went into overdrive when she realized the direction it was coming from. Another set of hands grabbed her ankles and spread her wider. Anticipation curled low in her belly, when the bed dipped and she arched into the light touch against her clit. Not enough to get her off, just enough to titillate, to keep her on the edge.
Her arousal built in waves and she panted her need, when she heard his voice.
“That’s my girl. You may fuck her now.”




Tantalizing Tuesday Authors use a photo prompt to tease in 200 words. Please click on the graphic to check out the other fabulous participating authors.



As ever, let me know what you thought of my teaser today. 

D xx 

Friday, 29 August 2014

FlashFiction Friday - Playtime #FFF

Happy Friday, folks.  Here's your flash for today - Playtime.



What passed for Art these days never ceased to amaze Erika. In this room of the gallery two figures were arranged in a—she wasn’t quite sure what pose they were supposed to be in—really.
If that was erotic, Erika would eat her mop. Looked more like a torture chamber to her, and not of the fun kind. With a shrug and grin at her errant thoughts, Erika set to work cleaning the large glass that made up the viewing area.

Her scream died in her throat, when both figures stood right on the other side, beckoning her.

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Friday Flashers have 100 words to tell a story from the provided picture prompt. Do check out the other flashers. You won't be disappointed. :-)

Till next week, folks.
D x