Flash Fiction Erotica
"After A Walk Home On A Cold Night," a Vanilla Snippet by Ali Alkaline
Miami, by Kevin Ledo (prints available at ObsessionArt.com, starting at $39.20)
With her back to him, she burrowed into the nook he had made for her with his body. Still panting and wet, she closed her eyes in the darkness and tried to steady her mind. It had been so cold when they got under the covers together, and his icy fingertips running over her nipples had been a welcome feeling. Now his flesh was warm, moistened with sweat, and as his fingers ran over her nipples to awaken them, for a moment she wished they were still cold.
One hand remained on her nipple, pinching it, making it perk up, erect. She had the most sensitive nipples, she could come just from having them touched. He always took advantage of that. She wanted to come from him pinching her hard nipples right now, but his other hand ran down her torso until it found her clit, awaiting his fingers’ arrival. He pressed on it lightly with his thumb, moving it around in circular motions, his fingers on her nipple moving at the same speed. She started to shake, she wasn’t ready for this to happen again so soon, but here it was, here he was. He plunged two fingers inside of her, finding her spot right away. His rough fingers were petting her little swollen ridged area as she hummed and breathed steadily.
He started getting rougher and pulled on her nipple just enough to make her yelp. She wanted more, she loved being dominated by him. She was his boss at work, but he was her master in bed. He could make her do whatever he wanted, and he did. She rubbed herself up and down his body moving in time with his fingers as they fucked her.
She placed her hand on top of his, feeling her tits with him. Then she moved her hand down to her clit, ready and wet. She touched herself, she knew he liked that, she wanted to please him. She could feel the movement of his hand next to hers as she stimulated her clit. He pulled on her nipple once more to remind her he was in charge, and she screamed in submission.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” he whispered as her bit her earlobe. She felt her whole body go hot and numb. These were the words that made her buckle. These were the words she heard inside her head when he wasn’t there and she had to touch herself alone. Her hand moved faster and harder over her delicate clit. He whispered the words again, more forcefully this time, and she thought she might come right then.
Her legs were stretched out tight in front of her, her muscles straining, but unable to relax. He had her right where he wanted her. She was breathing heavier, faster, and his fingers rubbed both her spot and her nipples, in time with her. She was feeling it coming on; it was strong. She tried to suppress it, tame it, keep herself from coming right away. The anticipation was more than she could bear, everything went empty inside her mind, and as she screamed out in release, she could hear his lips parting into a smile next to her ear. “Good girl,” he whispered as her whole body trembled.
Originally published April 2011