Flash Fiction Friday: 100 words - one inspirational photograph for all participating authors. This is a beautiful photo by Trish Causey. If this doesn't inspire ones muse, I surely don't know what will. Is she dead? Has she surrendered to a lover, a captor or reunited with an ex? You can take this photo anywhere you want.
Read what I was inspired to write then sashay over to read what the other participating authors were moved to write by this picture. They are listed below under the author's link or listed one by one. As always, your comments inspire us to continue. Ours is a solitary life working with our computers to express our own passions. So your comments feed our Muse and are greatly appreciated. Enjoy! xo
In the darkness, he slipped his fingers under the thin
straps of her dress. It fell, without resistance, to the floor in a silken
puddle. Frozen, the electricity from his touch suspended her breath in a mesmeric
grip. She melted under his fingertips and he caught her as her knees buckled under
her passions.
Powerless, she folded against him; his body molded under her, seated, with her legs open, her core exposed across his lap.
He inhaled her aroma igniting an irreversible explosion, a
volcano, within her that fired her every pore with ravenous desire.
Read what I was inspired to write then sashay over to read what the other participating authors were moved to write by this picture. They are listed below under the author's link or listed one by one. As always, your comments inspire us to continue. Ours is a solitary life working with our computers to express our own passions. So your comments feed our Muse and are greatly appreciated. Enjoy! xo
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Powerless, she folded against him; his body molded under her, seated, with her legs open, her core exposed across his lap.
She surrendered to her wings.
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