Flash Fiction Friday
Well, it's been awhile, hasn't it?
I've decided to shift the focus of this blog into something a little more defined... of course, I would be unsure what that means precisely, but I'm nearly positive that it will involve erotic fiction and poetry and reviews of the like.
So in order to get myself back in the game, so to speak (though I doubt I have any readers left!) I've decided to participate in this week's Erotic Flash Fiction Friday. My original entry wasn't explicit, but hinted at bestiality. To make sure I'm adhering to the rules, I rewrote the last couple sentences and will post the original version tomorrow, unlinked to the rest of the entries. This week's challenge needed to have the words "yellow eyes blinked" and be between 60-99 words.
I couldn’t see much through the darkness of the night, but I crept along the walls, certain I had seen her go this way. The way she was dressed, she must have been meeting another man.
I stopped short when I saw her enter the tiger’s cage and shed her outer coat. Zambee’s yellow eyes blinked – mine did too.
“Hello lover,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke him. “I know you’re there,” she called a little louder.
I stepped forward.
“Wanna be trained like the tiger?”
I've decided to shift the focus of this blog into something a little more defined... of course, I would be unsure what that means precisely, but I'm nearly positive that it will involve erotic fiction and poetry and reviews of the like.
So in order to get myself back in the game, so to speak (though I doubt I have any readers left!) I've decided to participate in this week's Erotic Flash Fiction Friday. My original entry wasn't explicit, but hinted at bestiality. To make sure I'm adhering to the rules, I rewrote the last couple sentences and will post the original version tomorrow, unlinked to the rest of the entries. This week's challenge needed to have the words "yellow eyes blinked" and be between 60-99 words.
I couldn’t see much through the darkness of the night, but I crept along the walls, certain I had seen her go this way. The way she was dressed, she must have been meeting another man.
I stopped short when I saw her enter the tiger’s cage and shed her outer coat. Zambee’s yellow eyes blinked – mine did too.
“Hello lover,” she murmured, reaching down to stroke him. “I know you’re there,” she called a little louder.
I stepped forward.
“Wanna be trained like the tiger?”
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