Flash Fiction Friday - 31 August: I Don't Believe It!

Its Friday again and what better way to enjoy it than with the flashers. With a given picture a group of Awesome Writers get inspired to write their version of a one hundred word (no more, no less) story. So pull up a chair, and show some love. Each deserves a read and comment. This week mine is called I Don't Believe It! Enjoy.

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“They’re beauties, aren’t they?” Rhoda said as she examined the leaving present for Mr Russell. Someone said he’s a keen birdwatcher.”  Her workmate Kelly was due back any minute. Picking up the binoculars, she tested the magnification, focussing on one of the other offices.

“What the fuck? Oh Kelly you should see this!” Rhoda blinked and looked again. “Will you look at that? She stared harder. “I can see into that office. Mr Russell does not have any trousers on. There is a woman there, on her knees. She’s … I don’t believe it! Oh my God. Kelly, Kelly! KELLY!”

Flash Fiction Friday - 24 August: Hands

It's Friday and time for the flashers to bring you their short stories to read. Click to read the other awesome writers' stories. A given picture, which may paint a thousand words, but on Fridays only one hundred is allowed. No more no less. This week my story is called Hands 
Enjoy

   

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“Could squeeze me in for a half hour massage?”

The receptionist looked up. “I was about to close, but …” A topless man in shorts walked through and shook her hand. “I’ll do it,” he said. “Follow me. I’m new, but don’t worry I’m qualified.”

Mandy partially stripped, then lay on the futon, waiting. With legs astride her, the masseur's hands worked their magic.  He skilfully rid her of all the inner pent up tensions.

Mandy sighed contentedly. His hands were bewitching.  Suddenly he stroked her head and she felt his breath as he whispered, “What colour is your hair?” 

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Flash Fiction Friday - 17 August: Why?

It's Friday again and we have another picture. But only 100 words to get write a story Click the link to read the other Awesome Writers' stories. This week my story is called Why? Enjoy
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Rob looked down at his food and tried to hide his disappointment. He knew she was mad. Suzanne dug her fingernails into and stared hard at the piece of paper.

“What in hell’s name were you thinking?” she snapped, without even looking at him. “How could you let her walk all over you like that?”

Rob reached out and took the paper from her. “I’m sorry honey. She cornered me and I couldn’t refuse. I’ll make it up to you.”

“You’d better! Well let’s do it. I’m in no mood to babysit and this cot looks a bugger to erect.”  
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Flash Fiction Friday - 3 August: Apologize!

It's Friday again, a time when although a picture can paint a thousand words, the flashers are only allowed one hundred (no more, no less). These Awesome Writers are all allowed the same picture (this week chosen and purchased from bigstock by yours truly) to inspire their piece of flash fiction. Each deserves a read and a comment. So treat yourself and click the link to get to the others. This week mine is entitled Apologize! Enjoy.

“What did you think you were doing?” Rhonda’s cold voice cut the atmosphere in two.

Marc dropped to his knees on the hard, grey stone floor with a thud. He took hold of the black sheer stocking adorning his Mistress’ leg and tentatively lifted his head. With eyes closed, his chin inched up the cool naked flesh of her thigh.

“Mistress, I …”

“Mistress, nothing. Apologize!" She caught hold of a tuft of hair, jerking his head back. “Did I give you permission to touch yourself?”

“Sorry Mistress,” Marc mumbled.

She let go of his hair, demanding, “Lick my pussy!”

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