FFF 11/15 - The Photograph

It's time for my contribution to Flash Fiction Friday. Visit Advisor54's site to see how others addressed this scrumptious photo prompt. His challenge was to make him come in 100 words. I stole a few more.

If he were here I am pretty sure I could make him come with substantially fewer than 100 words; however, considering the distance I'm thinking that only a teenage boy could come that quick....and what's the virtue in coming so fast, anyway? I prefer to take my time.

Here it is.  I give you The Photograph.

The photo was the only memento she had from their night together. It reminded her of his strength and forcefulness, but it couldn't show the way he had slowly and meticulously prepared her for that moment when the timer snapped the picture.

It was the way he deftly touched and kissed her all over - everywhere - not letting her move or object, that took her breath away. By the time the camera clicked, she was dizzy, nearly blind with passion. Her body had taken over and was responding only to him and the pleasure he was giving her. Time disappeared. When he had exacted every last orgasm her body could produce, he was gone.

It was the best night of her life, and all that remained was a photo.


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FFF 8/16/13 - Who's Watching?

I couldn't have been in the restroom for more than 3 minutes and I came out to find her already riding my husband. Couldn't she have waited a few minutes? I thought this was something we were going to do together.  That's what he told me, at least.

"C'mon, Katie," he said. "It'll be fun! And you've been telling me for months that you think Steve is hot."

That was true, but thinking he's hot and watching his young girlfriend bouncing on my husband are two completely different things.

I wanted to cry.  Maybe it was because Joe looked like he was really getting into it. Is she better than me?  Maybe it was because I felt left out.  Maybe it was because something that was supposed to be fun now felt like an obligation, something that I had to get through so I could get out of there. 

Maybe I was just in over my head.  Maybe I was just not cut out for this kind of kinky stuff.

I slipped out my mother-of-the-bride gown and Steve finally looked up at me and smiled. I walked over and he stood and kissed me.  Very nice, but I was still self-conscious. 

He sat me on the couch and took off my bra and my panties. I felt so exposed and, compared to his 20-something girlfriend who was coming for the second time across the room, old.

Steve put me at ease by slowly kissing my neck, my breasts, moving further down my body.  As he did, he said, "I know in the reception I said that my son was the luckiest man alive, but I lied." Then, just as he plunged his tongue inside me he moaned, "I am."

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It's Flash Fiction Friday! Here is the prompt for today that goes along with the photo:

Word Length = 200
Required Word = Obligation
Forbidden Words = Payment, Prediliction, Prostitution
Extra Credit = Make it personal
Bonus Words = 25 extra for explaining the tuxedos, 25 more if this isn't about the money

Would you like to read what other bloggers wrote? Head over to Advizor54's blog to see.