fff#69
this is the 3rd installment of this current rounds of fff and my 3rd fff in a row written between 9am-noon monday, pelting toward deadline. before, i always tried to have something written or at least started before monday morning because i like time to finesse my flow; didn't always work out, but was a useful enough way to proceed...but i kinna liking this monday morning, start the week by fffing ting, and eh hating the results [thus far] neither...
without further ado, my attempt@ flash fiction friday #69; trigger [inclusions]: gorge, tingle, throb, bathe, trouble.
last thing i see was a grin of desire, fulfilled, filling my field of vision.
before that was all wonderment. sweat and gasping and moaning and juicy contorting…
before that was weeks upon weeks of hard work and not enough rest and promising myself this reward. i deserved something to look forward to, and after the work i put down, deserved to get it. all. i promised i would gorge myself on his big, beautiful…but that part didn’t happen.
before that could happen, before i could fully ready myself to receive this gift i had promised myself, as i finish bathe and before i could finish buttering my skin, he was at my door, and then at my ear the moment he was inside. as fast as i register the tingle of his words against my neck and the throb as they register between my legs his hands and mouth were on me, all over me, all at once. all my plans flew out of my head with every last thought i ever thought and i could only feel. amazing. the only thought left after he touched me, once he was inside me was, this man is trouble…
and that was the last and only coherent thought until the shock and incredible pain as earring, nosering and dreadlocks came together, connected, entangled, didn’t let go as his tongue withdrew…incredible, alarming pain…and then nothing…
walk good.
posted by sweet trini @ 11:55 am
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Tuesday morning meet Vero in a state. It wasn't Tuesday fault. It eh come late, or early. It come right when Tuesday morning supposed to, after Monday night, still though, Vero in a state. If Nanny Pearl come back from the dead and look at her, not even she go read any thing on Vero face though. She know how to mask everything, but if she in a state again? She leave him in her house, towel round his waist and her eyes burning into the muscles along his back and down to just where the towel tied. She could see the dimples right above his backside and all her ends tingle and her stomach flutter and flip. While she out getting doubles and condoms and cigarettes and ice cream, he supposed to bathe. She sorry to have to wash him off, sorry that he washing her off too.
They lock up in her place whole weekend and more. She never do this. Meet a man in a bar and take him home, worse yet keep him home. They forget each other name already, whole weekend is only babes and baby. She never had a want for a man like this, like she lose all sense. He make her feel like she didn't know her self, her own damn self. She gorged on him. She had mouth-fulls, cunt-fulls, spread his sweat and his cum on her skin with her own sweat and cum. She think about that in the line buying doubles and had to admit to herself that, yes, they needed to bathe, and the flashbacks were delicious.
She in traffic now, almost back home where he might be asleep, or awake and waiting. She plan to feed him, to watch him eat and watch him smoke. She want to see what he look like, what his satisfaction look like. Finally, the whole run take a little more than an hour but she back now. Her heart skip a beat because, like he was looking out the window for her, because he leave the door to the apartment open, inviting her in. She grab doubles bag in one hand, everything else in a next bag in the next hand, walk up the flight of stairs, break the doorway, and Vero mask come off. She conscious of her grip loosening on what she holding and know by the time she let go totally and they hit the floor, she might be right behind. She TV, gone. No fridge, no stove, no couch. Dining table gone. No laptop. She fraid to go in the bedroom. In the middle of the emptied of living, living room, the towel that was around his waist is crumpled on the floor, still dry. She go to pick it up and see a paper under it with a lil note.
Tanks fuh de pussy an all yuh shit
Look trouble now!
@adam i thoroughly enjoyed this read; tenx! but is "throb" in there?
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