Daunt here. This will be the first time I've participated in Flash Fiction Friday. This weeks rules are to write about the photo below using 100 words or less, and include the word "folded". Let's see how we do.
Lust, tension, and primal urgency well up within him. His body was on its own course now, no longer accepting directives from his mind. Looking down he finds her face glowing with passion and desire. With her legs folded beneath him he basks in the sensation of a final powerful thrust. Shuddering, he closes his eyes. He gently slips from her and sits back. Slowly his eyes open settling on the rose. His heart swells with emotion awestruck at her submission, but he begins to wonder, had he become the slave?