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.
THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT
Please leave your submission in the comment section at the bottom of the post using this format:
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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!
LAST WEEK'S PROMPT AND WINNERS CHOSEN BY Jaime Arkins
Thank you so much to everyone who submitted entries for me this week I loved them!
“Take out your tits,” he says, pushing my legs open and standing between them. “I want to see them.”
I can feel the pressure of the skirt against my legs – tight and straining and almost painful.
“Fuck you,” I all but spit. “You can’t just come in here demanding whatever the fuck you want. And what? I’m just supposed to be ready and waiting whenever the mood strikes you? Well, I’ve got news for you. I’m not your girlfriend. And I’m not some subservient little whore who wets her panties every time you cast a glance in my direction. If you want that, you should go back to work. I’m sure that assistant of yours would be more than willing to comply.”
His green eyes flare with a golden heat around his dilated pupils. His breath, hot and sweet, brushes across my face as he lets out a controlled groan. But the frustration is there, boiling just beneath the surface of his always intact restraint.
“Her tits are too small. They wouldn’t feel as good wrapped around my dick as yours.” He says it so casually I can’t help the gasp that escapes me. It turns into a moan the moment he pushes his hand up my skirt, cupping me possessively. “And don’t lie to me again. Your panties aren’t just wet, baby. They’re soaked. Now, take out your tits.”
“I don’t need you to be subservient,” he whispers as he leans in. “If I want something, I’m man enough to take it. And this flimsy little shirt won’t stand in my way.”
I reach out and run my hands up along his stomach and chest; my hands fist in his hair at the nape of his neck, making him hiss. “Then take it.”
She shrieks, almost slipping and falling down as she rounds their tiled kitchen table.
Male laughter sounds, playfully sinister, close behind. He’s absolutely going to fucking catch her. And when he does, he’s going to show her.
She races in socked feet out of the kitchen and past the stairs. She squeals, feeling his fingers as they try to latch and catch at her shoulder only to grip at thin air.
He’s playing with her. He let her go. This is too much fun. She fucking knows.
His girl’s in a mood. A challenge-your-horny-boyfriend kind of mood. The kind of challenge she wants him to win. He loves a good challenge, especially then.
She giggles and runs, loving this chase. His running-after-her making her heart race. She laughs and looks back, only to stop in her place. Her sexy boyfriend is not to be traced.
Where the hell did he go?
Then suddenly she screams, airborne, “Arg! Edward!” His fine ass now in her face.
He struts slow through their den and over to their plush couch. He flounces her down, landing her on her back. Then he shouts, “You fucking dare me woman?” Large hands fist her shirt at its V-neck. His man-muscles tense. Then he locks stares, and says quiet, “Get ready, Bella. I accept your dare…and win.”
"Ow!" He yelped as my teeth sank into the skin on his neck. "What the fuck, Bella?"
His erection was pressed against my thigh. I shrugged against him.
"How am I supposed to explain a bite mark when we go back out there?"
"Tell them a vampire bit you," I giggled. Our coworkers would know what he had been doing in here.
Oh well. They wouldn't know it was with me.
He growled as he brought his lips to the place above my collar bone and began sucking.
My eyes rolled back into my head. He ground himself into me and dragged his fingers up my chest. After a minute, he pulled back and laughed.
"What is so funny, Edward?" I hissed.
He pointed to the spot his lips had been. "Revenge. Nice hickey, by the way."
I glared at him. There was no way they wouldn't see it.
"Asshole." I reached up and stuck my fingers in the pocket of his shirt. Then, I pulled until I heard it rip.
There was silence as his jaw dropped and his eyes slowly trailed down to the giant tear in his shirt. There was definitely no hiding that. I but my lip as I saw the muscles in his chest. Then, I giggled.
"Sucks for -" Before I could finish, his hands grabbed my shirt and ripped it from my body. I looked down to see my black bra, as well as the rest of me, completely exposed.
This time my reaction mirrored his.
"It looks like I've been attacked!"
His face was bright red as his body convulsed in laughter.
"Edward!" I slapped his chest. "What am I suppose I do?
"Who cares?" He brought his lips to mine.
We were so fucked.