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Posted in Flash Fiction on Dec 21st, 2010
By Anonymous Send the children to their father’s house. This town is awash in pussy. Heady fragrance. Wade into it like the streets are flooded. Every woman for themselves. They talk of bloodlines and saving first times Pomp and circumstance for one mad man. I cannot take all of the blame Simply for my name, [...]
Posted in Flash Fiction on Dec 17th, 2010
Forage in the black, lover. For footing in the night, lover. No lack of passion this night. Made grey by mist And Winthrop street. Streetlight. No less commotion within than street side. The neighborhood, city wide. Feel our way through the grey. While away the hours for a night with wide breadth. With such a [...]
Posted in Flash Fiction on Dec 9th, 2010
By Anonymous To be credible we settle it. For twenty minutes makes visible white stitching on the edges of panties beneath a blue dress. Take up a small amount of space at the base of the wall. In a garden apartment. A small rectangular window faces the street. Projects sunlight onto a northern wall. We’re [...]
Posted in Flash Fiction on Nov 24th, 2010
naughty She’s ready for you Naked, horny, blindfolded, Her pink cunt: dripping. nice Caught in the downpour He pulled her close, kissing her. “I’ll always love you…”
Posted in Flash Fiction on Oct 30th, 2010
By Belle Roberts She hid her panties In your overcoat pocket As you kissed goodbye
Posted in Flash Fiction on Oct 22nd, 2010
By Belle Roberts Bending her over He rips her stockings and thrusts Filling her hot cunt
Posted in Flash Fiction on Sep 29th, 2010
Strong hands grasp the whip Longing for her touch, he waits “Bend over, my slave.”
Posted in Flash Fiction on Sep 25th, 2010
By Belle Roberts Thrown against the wall Clothing ripped off, moans escape Satisfied, at last.
Posted in Flash Fiction on Sep 3rd, 2010
By Belle Roberts lying naked, spread eagle on the rooftop frying over easy on flat, hot tar no thoughts slip through this lethargic haze pressed down upon treetops smothering beads of sweat find crevices of muted crimson and cigarette stained gasps as fervent fingers hostage to metal binds await his return their austere captor
Posted in Flash Fiction on Aug 23rd, 2010
awoke this morning to the sound of Chopin floating up the stairs into my bedroom lying motionless the music becomes a part of me subtle nuance each lingering phrase hold me captive fingers tickling smooth ivory curves build toward climax the rise and fall the quickening pace the fortepiano roars within me and then it [...]