Friday, October 18, 2013

Flash Fic Friday is here! A little late but we're here!

Each Friday a new prompt will be posted along with the previous week's winners.
What exactly is a Flash-Fic? It's pretty much a spur of the moment, tiny story, prompted by words, images or silliness. Not sure if you've ever been on twitter when this has happened, but it's pretty awesome when it does. It also happens often in threads, with a combination of people contributing.

How does it work? Each Friday one admin of TLS posts a picture prompt here to the blog. Using this image, entries are created by commenting on this post. Submissions must be 100-300 words ONLY. No more, no less. The entries are then judged and we post the winners here, each Friday, to share with all of you.

Picture prompt and Judge this week is: Surething302


You will have until next Wednesday at 9 p.m. EST to submit your entry.

Please leave your submission in the comment section at the bottom of the post using this format:
Your name (use your Twitter, Facebook or FFN name)
Word count
Your link to your FFN profile if you choose to share it
Submissions will be judged on Thursdays and on Friday the winning entry will be posted here, on the TLS blog.
This feature is open to everyone, so come one, come all!


For a little while there I wasn't sure I'd get any entries, so thanks to the three entrants for writing something!  This week it was really hard to pick what order to put the winners in because they were all so different but all really good.  Thanks again guys, I had a lot of fun with this one!

300 on the nose

“God -”

Petite, poppy-red-tipped tits rise and fall with breaths she can't catch as I watch.
Flutter-soft lashes flit open. Fearfilled irises nearly completely blacked by pleading pupils find me smiling.

It makes my love tremble.

“Oh my God -”

I smile wider, letting her see my lips, my teeth, her blood, and I can taste her better when air hits my tongue – all panic and shame and need.

“God, please,” she prays, hands in undone hair, lashes closing again while naked hips lift, seeking with their own prayer.


My grin only grows.

Stopping at the foot of our bed, I savor uncurling all ten burning hot, tightly tensed little toes before carefully wrapping my hands around delicate, gracefully shaped ankles. Her precious pulse quails and flirts with my palms.

“God, God, God -”

The chant comes from deep in her chest.

I'm enamored with her so erotically lost like this. She's beautiful when she lets me take part.

When she gives me communion.

When she shows me Eden.

Her fear and her fervor are as rich as the milk and honey I can't get enough of.

“Please, please -”

Securing my hands around her ankles, I tug sharply and she's at the edge of our bed with her legs pushed up and her so-bare, so-needy, so-red little cunt so open that all control almost slips from me like the cry from her lips.

“God, fuck, please ---”

Drops of life fall from the corners of my mouth to her chest as I lean over her, placing her shaking hands next to shoulders decorated with my marks.

“There you go,” I whisper, sliding along soaking sex as I kiss her neck. “Let me talk to Him, too, Bella.”

ladylibre (FFN, Twitter)
Word Count: 298

“I’m sorry!” I yelled.

“Sorry isn’t good enough!” Edward raged. “And for God’s sake, wipe your mouth!”

I licked my lips, singed by his jealousy.

“After all this time,” Alice cried. “You choose my best friend?”

“Hello!” Bella adjusted the afghan. “I’m the one who should be pissed here.”

“Yet you aren’t.” Edward narrowed his eyes. “For all I know, you enjoyed it.”

Bella protested, but her immediate blush turned him away. “Right.”

“Edward, please…” she sighed. “Please don’t hate me. Accidents happen, and…”

“Accident?” He trembled with fury. “Jasper did not accidentally shove his face between your legs and sample your...”

“Sample?” Alice screeched. “She came all over him!”

Bella bit her lip and groaned, lusty and low. She looked up aghast, hiding behind her hands. “I’m horrible.”

“No, he’s just that good.” Alice forced a towel into my hands. “How could you do this, Jazz?”

“Yes, brother.” Edward sneered. “How?”

I patted my face and neck, avoiding their eyes.

There was no safe way to admit Bella’s menstruating scent summoned the abstaining monster within me, how her arousal tripled this time each month, inundating my gift.

No good way to describe how she whimpered and thrashed as she slept tonight, her cries echoing in the empty house, cloaking me in desire.

No polite way to admit I flew upstairs, pushed her bikinis aside, and buried my mouth in her pulsing sticky folds, lapping and licking her awake. How she gasped in surprise but begged for release, fisting my hair as I tongued her deep. How she called his name and I didn’t care because there was blood and it was glorious.

She was glorious.

There was no proper way to say that.

Any of that.

So I did the only proper thing I could.

I ran.

Word count: 300

Red dress. Check. Black stilettos. Check. Red lips, brown contacts, favorite black lace. Check, check, check. Edward left a note next to my keys. “Have fun, sweetheart. Make it good for me, okay?”

-Always do, handsome.-

Tonight’s dinner is brought to me by Grey Goose. This poor bastard was already four shots in before I hunted him at the bar.

“What’s your name, sugar?” he asks, standing to get close.

“Whatever you want it to be, cowboy,” I answer, knowing my voice alone will do things to his body nothing else could. Edward is somewhere close by watching, so I put on a show. I lift my knee and rub my thigh on Cowboy’s jeans. I tip my head back when I laugh as he leans in to inhale my scent.

We’re biologically stimulating each other in ways only my kind can sense. I can already smell the arousal and adrenaline in his blood. The combination makes me dizzy with thirst and anticipation.

Back at the house, Cowboy’s hands are all over me. I let him lift me by my ass as we stumble through the door.

-Honey, I’m home.-

I know he’s here now, watching and waiting.

I let Cowboy have a few kisses. He tosses me on the bed and mistakes my breathless moans for sexual desire.

Feeding is the strongest aphrodisiac for our kind, and Edward can’t handle it. He can’t wait to have me. He makes his presence known before Cowboy can undress me.

-Fuck me, he’s already stroking himself.-

I straddle Cowboy and pin his hands. I flash my husband a victory smile right before I sink my teeth into Cowboy’s neck.

“Beautiful Isabella, you’re playing with your food again.”

“No, baby,” I answer, running my tongue over my teeth. “He was playing with me.”

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