The crisp autumn air brushed across her naked bottom.
The tree’s rough bark scratched the tiny beads of flesh, reminding her however hard they were, her nipples remained soft and sensitive.
She pressed her legs together; squirmed a little.
“No moving, I said!”
Trickles of lust had escaped.
Her thighs stuck together; her arousal tickled her nose.
Did he smell it too? Her lust? Her need?
She couldn’t help clenching her muscles again. The whip swished through the air and the searing pain reminded her about standing still.
Nails dug into the bark, and she waited for the next strike.
It’s been a while since I wrote one of my 100-word stories, and also a while since I posted an image. To be honest, up to now I haven’t taken a single sexy image this year. I guess life is just too overwhelming with all we are dealing with. But, It’s high time I get back to writing my flash fiction stories, don’t you think!
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. Please feel free to join in, and if you do, you’re welcome to use the badge below, and link back to my page.
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