Tantalizing Tuesday Summer Blog Hop 23 - 26 July: Sunbathing

The day felt hot and sticky. Clare had a cool shower then dressed in a thin dress. She turned a fan on to try and get cool but to no avail so thought as she had no garden she may as well sun herself by the window.

Clare hitched herself up on the edge of the bed and sat leaning back. The sun streamed through the open window and although the nets were a shield, she could still feel the fierce heat on her body.

She closed her eyes and thought of Darren. He was the latest employee where she worked. He was an old flame of hers and she still held a torch, but had a feeling he was avoiding her.

The cotton shift dress she was wearing rode right up exposing her legs. With bent knees, she lifted and parted them. Heat on her crotch aroused her. Clare moaned, wishing it were Darren between them again.

Suddenly, a breeze blew the nets aside. Realizing she was on show, Clare stood up panicking. A minute later, the phone rang and she answered.

“Hello?”

“Clare, it’s Darren. I live opposite you now and noticed you were in. Fancy some company?”

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Flash Fiction Friday - 19 July: Is That All?

Thank you for visiting. It's Friday again and time to flash. A group of awesome writers, a given picture and one hundred words to get inspired by it. So please show them some love and read the different versions. All comments gratefully received.

Flashers

Stockvault

Dan was getting tired of waiting so decided to take a walk to find Alan. The evening was beginning to draw in and clouds were gathering. Damp sand scrunched between his toes. He caught up with Alan on the jetty.

“Well, what do you think?” asked Alan.

They looked down at the bucket and Dan snorted. “For the length of time I am disappointed.”

I promise to make it up to you,” Alan replied, winking.

Dan sighed, saying, “Okay, I will do my best with the shells. But you need to make several trips to get water for the moat.” 

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Saturday's After Dark Moments - 13 July: The Dancer

 Saturday’s After Dark Moments is where authors choose a sexy picture and write flash fiction 100-500 words inspired by it. My piece this week is called The Dancer.  Enjoy 

Writers

The music seduced him first. Exotic, alluring, it drew him closer to the house with the open window. Being new to the area, he did not know the occupiers, but went as close to the window as he dared.

The curtains were open and Matt, standing at the side of the window, keeping himself out of sight of anyone in the room dared to peek inside. The music appeared to be louder and Matt was amazed at what he saw.

A slender woman with long dark hair, he assumed to be Latino in origin owing to the dusky hue of her skin, danced.  The most amazing thing about her, however, and Matt’s eyes opened quite considerably at the fact, was that she was almost naked.  The only thing she had on was a white corset. Even that was partially open at the top, and extremely revealing of her perky tits with prominent nipples that moved with a beckoning nature when she swayed to the rhythm.

 The music was seductive enough but the way she danced made Matt desire her above all other women.

She seemed in a world of her own.  She had her hands together above her head and her elbows slightly bent. Her jawline was elfin, petite. With eyes closed and lips pursed, she seemed at one with the music. The way her hips swayed and her legs moved, with such grace and ease seemed intoxicating. Every now and then, Matt caught a glimpse of her delicate, fresh shaved pussy.

He licked his lips. His throat felt dry and a bead of sweat ran down Matt’s face.  He sensed a stirring in his groin and his shirt clung to his chest. Drawn like a magnet as close as he dared to the window and feeling a bit like a peeping Tom, he could not help but keep looking.   

Feeling really turned on Matt glanced down at his crotch. He realized then just how much and hard he had become. His hardness pressed inside his trousers and was very difficult to disguise. He covered it with his hand and looked up at the window again.

Then he saw she was not alone. Sitting in an armchair was a sharp suited man with short back and sides. What worried Matt most though was the fact he had a gun. Also the fact that it was pointed right at him …

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Flash Fiction Friday - 12 July: Maybe Tonight

It's Friday and time to flash. A group of awesome writers writing their version of 100 word, no more, no less, fiction inspired by a given picture. So I thank you for reading mine, please show the other writers some love. All comments appreciated.
This week mine is called Maybe Tonight Enjoy
Flashers

Stockvault

Looking at the reflection in the mirror Morgan felt ugly. He was not expecting miracles, just an improved complexion with the disappearance of a nasty red zit.  

Morgan had taken the afternoon off work to get ready and look his best. The company very rarely arranged any night out for the whole firm so he wanted to look his best. He thought maybe tonight would be the night to get lucky with Pam from accounts.

He began washing his face hoping the mudpack had worked. After all, he knew his sister used them and she was never without a boyfriend.

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Tantalizing Tuesday - 9 July: Late

It's Tuesday, so time to tantalize and tease. A group of awesome writers each choose a picture and write a 200 word piece of flash fiction inspired by it. Each deserves recognition, so please show your love. This week my contribution is called Late Enjoy
Teasers

“You’re late!” The sharpness of her statement rang in Paul’s ears. He dropped his briefcase in surprise and looked up.

She stood with her back to him, gazing out of the window, obviously waiting for his arrival. In a state of semi undress, she wore a black corset, laced at the back, partially obscured by the long dark hair that hung loosely down her back. Black fishnet stockings and scant black panties complimented her outfit. Her figure was enticingly shapely.

Paul’s eyes however, seemed drawn toward her arms. Crossed to her back, clad in long elbow length black gloves with her hands gripping the handle of a whip, the woman eluded air of menace.

“Well,” she snapped. “Are you going to stand there gawking all night? Come closer.”

Paul took his jacket off and slung it across a chair, then moved closer to the woman. Brushing part of her hair aside and kissed the nape of her neck.

She spun round and with steely blue eyes demanded, “Did I say that you could kiss me?”

“I …”

She cracked the whip sharply against his calf. “Strip!”

“Yes Mistress.” He thought, I love it when the kids are on a sleepover.

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Flash Fiction Friday - 5 July: Waiting

It's Friday again and time to flash. A given picture and one hundred words, no more, no less. A group of awesome writers write their version. This week mine is called Waiting. Enjoy
Please show the flashers some love, by reading. Comments appreciated
Flashers

Stockvault

Matt sat in the big red leather armchair and waited. Left slightly ajar, the gap between door and wall revealed his impatience. His drumming of his fingers on the arm and the tapping of his toes together with the occasional sigh could not make her appear any quicker. He worried about losing his reservations in an exclusive restaurant.

A middle- aged woman came in and spoke to him. “I apologise for the delay, however I think you’ll be pleased.”  Indicating toward the door, a tall woman with striking features sauntered in. “May I present Chloe, your escort for this evening.”

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