July Flash

July Flash(back)

Inspiration for Moondrake. The picture stayed with me, but the scene totally changed in the story.

Flash Fiction April 4, 2015
This was another teaser for my #LOR story: Moondrake

When Manning entered their room he found Brandt sprawled on the small bed, an arm thrown over his face. As always, a single glance at his lover shot a rush of adrenaline through him.

“What happens now?” Brandt mumbled, his voice barely audible. Manning licked at his lips, but choose not to speak yet, instead he slid to the floor at the side of the bed.

The bed shifted at his back and Brandt’s head came to rest on his shoulder. Manning leaned into him, revealing in being able to feel his lover’s skin once more.

“Now, I train you.”   

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

April Flash(back)

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.