Friday, October 4, 2013

It's Flash Fic Friday!


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: Edmazing

THIS WEEK'S NEW PROMPT


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!

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! 

xo
jaime


1st Place
Cosmogirl7481

“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.”

“No.”

“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.”

2nd Place
rubyblue9696

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.

Oh fuck!

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.”
Riiiiiiiiiiiiippp!

3rd Place
Bravery0898

"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.

Hard.

"Oh!"

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.

4 comments:

  1. Capricorn75
    300 words
    http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1449711/Capricorn75

    “I don’t know, Bella. It just seems…ick. What if it smells weird or something? What if I don’t like the taste?”

    “Oh my god, quit fucking whining and get down there, Cullen! You owe me. Now more blow jobs until you at least try to reciprocate!”

    With a pout on his face, Edward made his way down his girl’s body. He tried to drag it out and stall as much as possible. A few languid sucks on each nipple, delving his tongue into her bellybutton, kisses trailing along her hipbones…

    Finally, he reached no man’s land. It looked innocent enough, covered by white cotton panties with a little bow. But looks could be deceiving. His face had never been this close before. He’d never had any reason or desire to go so low. Sure, Bella blew him regularly and enthusiastically. But Edward was a virgin when it came to giving oral. He would have been fine retaining that status. But Bella had plans to change that. What started as little hints about what she wanted grew into flat-out demands. Edward wasn’t stupid enough to lose the best thing that ever happened to him over a mere sex act. But at the same time, this was no mere sex act.

    This was muff diving. Munching the carpet. Dining at the Y. Eating a tuna taco. None of which made it sound any more appetizing or appealing.

    Closing his eyes, Edward brought his face down to the warm cotton and breathed in.

    And breathed in again. The scent was musky and excited him on a base level. His eyes and mouth both opened. His tongue reached out and rubbed against her panties, lips following. Bella’s excitement was obvious, even through the material.

    “Bella,” he rasped. “Take these off, now. I want more!”

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  2. Word Count: 300
    http://www.fanfiction.net/u/3889311/
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    There’s blue satin.

    Pink lace and black ribbons. Polka dots. Hearts. Silk and ruffles, but the kind I like the best are cotton. Plain. Simple. The kind she wears when I make plans and she thinks she has the house to herself.

    She’s supposed to.

    But I walked two miles to get here, drunk and horny, and she’s wearing cotton.

    I shed most of my clothes and crawl onto the bed, the mattress shifting. She sighs and rolls to her stomach, letting me drag my mouth up her spine and dip my fingers into the waistband of those fucking cotton panties as she exhales.

    “I thought you were staying out?”

    “Fuck, baby,” I grunt, fondling the fabric. “I couldn’t stay away.”

    I bunch and tug and pull until the underwear is slipping between her ass cheeks, tight up against the part of her that smells so fucking good. She shifts again, pushing right back against the pressure. A kiss to each cheek, one right over the crack where all that fabric has disappeared, and I flip her over, impatient for more.

    My dick might be totally drunk and worthless, but my mouth sure fucking isn’t.

    With the fabric stretched tight enough, I can see everything. I wrap my hand in her underwear and tug it tight until her lips appear. Until there’s a crease buried in the middle, the cotton damp and dark. I pull harder, watching as the cotton slips between soft hair and flushed red skin, and I fucking yank that fabric until it’s riding her clit as hard as I wished she was riding my face.

    “Please, Edward,” she moans, squirming. “Don’t tease.”

    “You asked for it,” I murmur, lips to the fabric. “If you wanted fucking, you should have worn something frilly. Cotton is a tease.”

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  3. jaimearkins
    Word Count – 298
    http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2140452/jarkin33

    White fucking cotton. I never thought it would be my kryptonite and it figures that she would be wearing it the first time I see her without clothes. All my friends talk about the sexy shit their girls wear… silk and barely there panties, bras that barely cover their tits… but I will take white cotton on Bella any day of the week.

    The little innocent bow hovering between her hips taunts me as I lay between her legs. Sliding my fingers along her thighs, I ease them further apart to make room for my shoulders. I gaze up her body... hair splayed across my pillow, lip caught between her teeth, hands cupping her breasts, thumbs skimming over her nipples as she watched me, waiting to see what I would do. She is the picture of decadence… in white fucking cotton.

    I feel the heel of her foot at my shoulder, digging into the muscle attempting to pull me closer, and as I hover over her I groan, her heat barely concealed by the fabric.

    "Fuck, baby, you're wet and I haven't even gotten my tongue on you... in you." I whisper the words against her thigh, teeth nipping the sensitive skin, tongue soothing.

    “Please, Edward.” Her moan fills the heated silence.

    I slowly lean into her, slipping my tongue over the already damp cotton, pushing it into her, tasting her for the first time. I take one glance up the planes of her body at that first touch of my tongue and teeth… her head is pressed back, neck arched. And then I slide my teeth gently over her clit, my nose dragging along the fabric, inhaling her scent, feeling her heat against my mouth. It is perfection and I know I will never have my fill.

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  4. 300 words ~ Rueforregret ~

    http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2274030/

    A slow lick of lips and a lazy, knowing smile—that’s all she sees, her boyfriend’s face so close, her peripheral vision blurs. Her eyes drift closed as he whispers across her eyelashes.

    “Come on. Let me lick your pussy. I promise you’ll love it.”

    A fingertip—slowly, very slowly—traces the damp sliver of white cotton between her thighs, a gentle circling of her clit through the fabric.

    “I’m scared,” she whispers.

    Finger still stroking, he kisses her trembling lips. “There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

    Her hips roll—barely lifting from the bed—and he feels the weakening of her resolve. Determined to take advantage of her waning resistance, but not wanting to startle her, he moves slowly, teasing her nipples as his lips journey downward, dropping sweet kisses around her belly button and then nuzzling the tiny white bow at the top of her pretty, white panties.

    When he pulls at the fabric with his teeth, her eyes flicker downward, while his flash up to meet her tentative glance.

    “Okay?” he says.

    She swallows, wetting her lips and nodding uncertainly.

    Very slowly, he moves lower still, kissing the damp cotton between her thighs, then lapping at it with his tongue. Her back arches and he smiles, sensing his imminent victory. Dipping a finger inside the cotton, he carefully pulls her panties out of the way and gazes at her perfect, pink pussy.

    “Heaven,” he whispers, licking his lips and then slipping his tongue inside her.

    She gasps and tilts her pelvis up. “More,” her body says. Eager to please, he sweeps his tongue upward, darting across her clit with the tip of his tongue, again and again.

    She moans and slips her fingers into his hair.

    Sweet victory.

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