Candlelight pushes the darkness to the corners.
His eyes take in her naked form, partially illuminated by the warmth of the light, the rest shrouded in shadows.
One hand holds the burning candle, the other finds the ring between her legs. Pulls it. Flips it. Fingers dip into her dark. She pulls them out, wanton wetness glistening in the flickering light. She spreads moisture around the ring in lazy circles. Fingers disappear again, and return to that place of pure pleasure.
Her breathing hitches; back arches. She’s close, almost too close.
His one word releases her juices.
Writing a story of exactly 100 words is quite a challenge. It’s a great exercise, as it forces you to look critically at what you have written, and dares you to keep to the essence of your story. Try it!
© Rebel’s Notes