June Flash

June Flash(back)

Inspiration for Crash Landing

Flash Fiction April 11, 2015

Ronan forced Collin back against the wall, pinning his arms. He drove his hips forward, grinding his cock into Collin’s thigh. Head bent, he bit into Collin’s pec drawing a sharp gasp.

“Fuck, Ro. What are you doing?” Collin spluttered between exclamations of pain and surprise. He wrapped his foot around Ronan, locking their bodies together. 

“Taking what I want,” Ro murmured into the hard muscle before swiping a large swath of flesh into his mouth, including Collin’s nipple. He grazed his teeth over the nub and flicked it for good measure. “And what I want is to fuck you.”

May Flash

May Flash(back)

Inspiration for Moondrake

Drabble/Flash Fiction -  March 28, 2015 - 100 words, Same pictures, Different Authors

Manning knelt perfectly still so as not to draw Drottinn’s attention. He let his eyelids drift shut, cutting off the majority of the bright lights. The lack of touch and sight heightened his other senses. He breathed in that underlying sweet vanilla scent which never really vanished from Drottinn’s skin. Manning suspected he didn’t even realize he always wore it.

The tapping on the tablet halted, the scratching of pencil started, the process repeated several times, until there were no sounds at all, just a breath of warm air blown on his face and a press of lips to his.
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Photo credit: By geier [<a href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0">CC BY-SA 2.0</a>], <a href="http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3AMaleSub_Bondage_2.jpg">via Wikimedia Commons</a> The photo has been cropped.
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For additional takes on this photo by other authors:
Ofelia Gränd -  http://www.ofeliagrand.com/
Bealevon - http://blog.b-nolan.com/?p=66

April Flash

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Flash Fiction April 4, 2015

Practice, practice, practice. Sometimes he makes me so mad. Always telling me what to do, where to do, reminding me over and over again to practice. Like I don’t already know. Bad enough I get it all the time from my coach, but why does he have to do it to?

I pounded through the water: freestyle, butterfly, breast, back. Again and again and again. 

Yanked backwards, arms flailing, I was pulled upwards and surrounded. Lips caressed, kissing mine sweetly. I held on tight, didn’t even care who saw us. Daddy had me and all was right in my world. 

March Flash

March Flash(back)

Inspiration for Crash Landing

Flash Fiction March 21, 2015

Colin headed down the hallway towards the kitchen glancing into the open doorways. He stopped, took two steps back, and leaned against the door jamb looking into the hall bathroom. Ronan was leaning over, one hand braced on the sink as he stared intently into the mirror shaving. Colleen waited a moment for the razor to not be on his skin before he spoke. 

“Now there's a sight for sore eyes.”

Ronan peered over at him, the corner of his mouth twitching up. “What do your eyes have to be sore about?”

“Blinded by the beauty of two handsome men?”

(This picture was edited to avoid censure - see the whole thread of Flash Fiction here: https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/2262610-flash-fiction-photo-inspiration-sat-3-21-15---new-2?comment=116465733#comment_116465733)