Friday, 30 July 2010

Flash Fiction

Begging, whimpering and praying for him to stop was becoming normal. She wanted to push him this time she looked defiantly at him and then spat in his face, before opening his eyes he inhaled the metallic scent of her saliva, fresh blood smells like copper, it made him instantly hard and renewed with sexual ferocity, she knelt before him and took his cock in her mouth and waiting for the full force of him.

5 comments:

  1. Sorry I missed this on Friday but I wasn't aware you'd chosen to play along! You're on the participant list now. Thanks for joining us.

    -- PB

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  2. Heehee, sometimes those lines simply have to be crossed to get a point across. Lovely.
    always,
    Bilinda

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  3. The Panserbjorne - that was my fault...HnS asked me to post for her but I didn't follow all of her instructions. I was in a hurry.

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