Start this week’s post off with an apology for failing to post last week. Don’t really have an excuse, besides I forgot. That happens from time to time.
This week’s post is a bit more on the adventurous side for a flash fiction post. Biggest thing is that I can see this week’s scene turning into an amazing story.
Hope you guys enjoy it.
Remember, Let your imagination soar when you read.
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Note This is an unedited scene
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Lord have mercy! What was this woman doing? Trying to draw my load before she saw how well I could use my stick. No way would he tell her to stop. Nope. Not happening. Spider like trindels created chill bumps over his entire body.. Each time the flat of her tongue ran down his dick, he forced himself to remain still. She would not see what she was doing to him. Nope.
Lord have mercy! If she didn’t stop . . . Course he kept his mouth shut about the state she had worked him into. Enjoyment, like none other, had claimed his entire body as she traced his entire length from the base of his balls to the under skin of his mushroom head.
Magic. That’s what her tongue was. No other way to explain how marvelous her light feather licks across his balls where.
He gripped her curly red hair and pushed her face further into his balls. His reward, or reprimand, was a little nip to the base of his cock.
“Shit!” Travis bit his lip, pushing a moan back. He let no one draw sounds from him. It was his rule. Women were just women. None were special. They never would be. Unless . . . No. He yanked the woman’s head away from his body and pushed her away until she fell backwards.
“Hey - -“
Her words faded as he shoved the balled up bandanna he had balled into his fist.
Muffled shouts made his cock jerk with excitement. It knew what was coming. Longed for the excitement that lay ahead.
“That’s it, bitch.” He ran his hand up her bare stomach, pausing to squeeze her firm tits. “You going to see how well I can use my cock to make you beg. For death.”
Darkness consumed her huge hazel eyes. Her cheeks reddened. Tears bubbled under her eyelids. She knew he meant what he said. Her body, stiffened, yet her athletic legs kicked out, missing him by a mere inch. He felt the smile, but her frozen body told him she knew what lay ahead.
He’d played her game since he coaxed her to his house after a dinner of snails and fine wine. She’d taken his bait like most women. Fine dining enticed her into finding out just how much he was worth. Soon as she commented on how huge his house was, he knew he had her locked down. She was like most woman. Desired a wealthy man to keep her living a high society life. Money grubbing stick on legs with a glow of nothing but success.
Boy was she dead-wrong. Her huge bubble like eyes told him she knew it all too well. The bitch knew she’d fallen right into his game. She’s never had control of the situation. No woman would ever gain the upper hand over him. Nope.
Not even the dead.