November Flash Fiction 2019

November 1

Olivia marched off to the fused box, and I was left glaring at a very self-satisfied ghost. I glared at the ghost & waited to hear the sound of the backroom door close.  “Listen you,” I hissed, “I don’t do the whole table rapping, Ouija board, automatic writing nonsense.” #vss365

November 1

Violet found Professor Crane distracting. He was brilliant and funny, and his brain seemed to wander off onto the same types of tangents as hers.

He wasn’t her real teacher, but she still felt terribly wicked #FriTease

November 1

Alone with high priest Mahusobek, she was excited to take part in the ritual. She would be the only living human to experience an ancient Egyptian ritual, & that thought was exhilarating. He inclined his head to her, and she was struck once again by his inhuman eyes. #FridayKiss

November 1

Vicki noticed that Lelia shifted closer to her on the bed, and brushed her fingers against Vicki every time she returned the joint. Vicki was fairly certain the other woman was flirting with her but was still too scared to act on that assumption. #lesficfri

November 1

I glanced at the clock and realized that it was getting later. I decided that going to Dee’s house early would shake off the haunted feeling the pictures had given me.  I told myself that it was just the gloomy day and being alone that made it seem so spooky. #WriteAskew

November 3

I knew the follow-up questions would be an effort to establish poor Susie’s traumatic end. Either a murder or suicide was my guess. Of course, being a lifelong resident, I knew that the Lummer Auditorium lacked any sort of bloody past. It was just an old theater #SunScribbles

November 3

Mitlan did not realize what his decision would do at all, she thought. He hasn’t elevated me; he has made me something to fear. She realized with a pang the reality of her new status when she found Neza’s familiar face in the crowd. Even he would not look at her. #SunWIP

November 4

Lelia laughed, “Me too,” she tugged her own shirt off, tossing it to the bed. Lelia smiled and ran her hands over her own breasts “Do you like what you see?” She gently pinched her nipples, while Vicki watched.  

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Vicki said #LustyMondayLit

November 4

Occasionally they touch you on the dance floor, a fast caress down your back that you answer with a smile.  But you are not like the couples constantly together; you wander around alone, dancing when the music demands it, not when you have a partner. #MuseMon

November 4

“Damn it, baby, you gotta send me back now.  Your old man’s looking for me and I don’t want him to notice you, not yet.”

My old man? I wondered.  It was like talking to a hippy time warp.  Feeling vibes? What did that even mean?  “My old man?” I asked. #LoveLines

November 4

His lips twisted into a grimace then he bit his lip arching his neck in pleasure. He was magnificent. She continued this torture until his tears stopped. Then she stepped away, only to return with a riding crop. Once again, she used his hair to make him look at her. #vss365

November 4

The clouds break releasing torrents of rain. Vanessa steps on to the porch, smelling ozone & rain. She steps out from the porch, and the rain drenches her. She cocks her head listening to the distant sounds of screams on the wind. #ProjectFairyTale

November 4

Vicki noticed that Lelia shifted closer to her on the bed, and brushed her fingers against Vicki every time she returned the pipe. Vicki was fairly certain the other woman was flirting with her but wasn’t quite ready to act on that assumption. #PlugYourself

November 4

I tried meditation. I tried talking myself out of it. I tried getting dressed for work, the ritual of lacing up my boots & tightening my corset only made me feel trapped & claustrophobic, rather than armored& protected. #BraveWrite

November 5

He untangles his hand from mine & lights a cigarette; his eyes never leave mine. “I guess that wasn’t what you expected ta hear?” He looks off into the darkness.

I shook my head until I realized he wasn’t even looking at me. “No.” I manage to whisper. #FoodParty

November 5

Minx had already shaved his legs and loved the smooth feeling of his skin.  When he slipped the silk stockings over his legs, he was stunned at how sensitive his skin was. He wanted to stroke his legs but knew that he still had a lot to do. #Twisted2sDay

November 5

I had done all sorts of things to try to assuage my own guilt over those I’d hurt w/ my powers. At least Hero had some solace knowing her actions were justified. Mine were just terrible, irresponsible mistakes. #BookishTues

November 5

Victoria ordered another drink and opened her journal. When the dreams had started, Colin had bought the little leather-bound book for her. He insisted that she needed to write down the dreams as they may have supernatural significance. #Better2sDay

November 5

Laura floated in the haze of pleasure that accompanied Cami’s bite & the warm languor that suffused her body as Cami fed. The warm, rush of the orgasm always seemed to rebound from her sex to Cami’s lips on her neck and go on and on, until the feeding stopped. #vss365

November 6

I wasn’t sure if he was sleeping with me to spite Jenny, or because I was available and she wasn’t. When she’d laid her compulsion on him, he’d lost most of his free-will.  He had to follow her orders and he had to stay in close physical contact with her. #BraveWrite

November 6

Again, I heard the genuine sadness in his voice.  “I have total faith in you, Aidan. Actually, I was wondering if you had time to meet with me before the services? I wanted to talk to you about some extra concerns I have?”  #TalesNoir

November 6

The sleek laptop sitting in one corner of the antique mahogany was a strange image. I knew she was computer literate, but I’d never actually seen her use one.  I’d always pictured her sitting at an old typewriter that magically connected to the internet. #1linewed

November 6

Victoria nodded, “I know, but Egypt is just so far” Then she smiled. Julia traveled all over the world, alone, for her coven, Victoria thought, & I’m worried about my school-sponsored trip. “Dr. Edwards says the trip will change my life.” #WIPitWed

November 6

The massive bed took up one corner of the space, and Julia lounged on it with Astrid.

The fur-trimmed blankets tickled her naked skin in delightful ways.  Astrid lay next to her and stroked her hair. #vss365

November 7

It was the natives she had wanted permission from. They’d already lost so much, that she didn’t want to take more. However, she wasn’t willing to enter their land or tread on their stories without their permission. #140Line

November 7

Kate took a deep breath & blew it out toward the wall. I’d swear that I could see her breath. The wall shimmered & I saw some vague lines and a lot of glowing dots in different colors and different brightnesses. 

“Kate, what am I looking at?” I asked, my voice hushed. #140Line

November 7

The next message was more of the same. I skipped to the next one. Silence, static, and then a real message mixed up in all the static. “Hero, you must call your mother.” #Thurds

November 8

As her orgasm roared thru her, he laughed and continued to finger her, slower but not softer. And his laughter made her climax even more intense. He pulled his fingers free of her w/ a wet sloshing sound, and he shoved her back on the bed before licking them clean.  #WriteAskew

November 8

With a couple more drinks, Ellen began filling in Victoria on all the explicit details. They sat near each other on the bed, as it was the only place to sit in the room.

“It happened when I was about your age,” Ellen began. #lesficfri

November 8

He dropped to his knees, “As you wish, Shahzada” he purred at her, his eyes once more meeting hers. His lips brushed across her thighs, his beard soft. She felt his tongue, hot and wet travel up her thighs, his hands resting on her hips. #FP

November 8

I felt his eyes rake over me, taking in my lingerie, the curves of my flesh left exposed, and the classic damsel in distress pose.  Sir had even ordered me to pull the sides of my hair back.  He wasn’t going to let me hide my face behind a fall of blonde hair. #FriTease

November 9

The dream was about B4, Jean. He was sitting at her favorite café, with a book in his lap and a glass of wine on the table. He invited her over, and because it was a dream she had found herself standing there next to him, totally naked.

 #WomenWrite

November 9

He tilted his head down, kissing her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. She let her head fall back, enjoying the feeling of his mouth. He reached her breasts and buried his face between them. She groaned when his lips closed around her nipple. #SatSpark

November 9

The plague mask was a psychological comfort as the witch needed no protection from the plague sweeping out of the forest. It’s glass eyes glittered as she looked down on the posh chateaus that had devoured the woods and watched their walls bleed. #horrorprompt

November 9

Julie glanced around the office, but they seemed to be the first in for the morning. Even so, Julie spoke in a low voice. “There’s a new memo going out today. I saw it in the copier.” She said. “Simon is lowering the threshold numbers,” She gave Maggie a warning look. #vss365

November 9

The wall was wet, empty of anyone and anything in the cold, winter rain. Touching it, she knew, would yield only chilled, wet stone. But that too was a touch she associated with him. The cold damp stone against her back, against her thighs, & bare skin. #SpookySat

November 10

She changed up the fight, landing a kick to his knees. It sent him down to the asphalt. She grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked his head up. “Tough enough for you?” She hissed.  Straddling his lap, she felt his cock straining against his jeans. #SeduceMeSunday

November 10

“Come, my priestess,” he said, lifting her and laying her on her stomach on the bed. The shreds of the beaded dress smacked against her skin, and her net trapped breasts pressed into the silk bed coverings. #SunScribbles

November 10

The room that hadn’t changed since I moved out. Dee had always promised that this house would be my home, so she left the room alone. My rock band posters still adorned the walls. I was calming down, but I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone yet.  #SunWIP

November 10

She stood up, “Hallo, God kveld.” She wished her voice sounded steadier. She also wished she remembered that she was naked. She watched both trolls’ gazes drift down her body, and even across the clearing she could see the bulges growing in their pants. #vss365

November 12

“Lady California,” he hissed, trying to pronounce her alien name. “Thank you for agreeing to aid us in this ritual. It has been many generations since we have been able to perform it.” #BookishTues

November 12

“Poor Minx,” she cooed tenderly cleaning the abrasions.

Her touch, while gentle, was far from soothing. He’d transgressed, and he knew he’d be punished, and that made her every touch an electric surge that went directly to his cock. #Better2sDay

November 12

He & I were both running away that day. We drove both trying to escape from our inescapable pasts. About an hour before sunset, I’d pulled the car off the highway – somewhere between Yucca Valley & Johnson Valley.  At least I think that’s where we had ended up. #FoodParty

November 12

“However, her estate is quite complicated,” another pause and more keystrokes, “And I see that she left some items in our keeping.  Items we are instructed to deliver to you.  Hmm, I do wish you had contacted us sooner.  She wanted you to have these items sooner.” #WIPWordSearch

November 12

Maybe there was an explanation for her disappearance & the wedding pictures. While Maggie didn’t always meet her partners’ partners, she felt that ethical non-monogamy meant knowing that they existed. she begrudgingly realized that Georgia might now know that. #BraveWrite

November 12

He offered a shy smile, & I felt better. I couldn’t explain it, but his smile left me calmer, more in control. I mentally chastised myself for acting like some romance novel heroine. The handsome detective is here to save the day. #Twisted2sDay

November 15

“My people, my family have always believed that we have an obligation to protect wild spaces and the creatures that live there.” He paused and glanced at Thomas and Kelvin. “They treated it like a sacred duty.” #WriteAskew

November 15

When she kissed him, reaching up, grasping the hair at the back of his head, she learned that his kiss burned w/ iron. His hands wrapped around her upper arms, searing her skin, as the years of embedded iron made contact with her.  #FriTease

November 15

The darker of the 2 brunettes smiled, her red lips parting to reveal sharp teeth. She brushed her fingers over Alicia’s chest, & between her breasts. “So we play?” She asked.

Alicia bit her lip, nodding, “Yes, let’s play.” #lesficfri

November 15

I shook my head, the feeling I’d gotten seemed to get more elusive. “Like, you know that kid in school, the one who’s always acting all sweet, but is actually the biggest trouble maker?” I glanced at both Jenny and Kyle to see if they were following my thoughts #BraveWrite

November 15

She felt Bessie shifting, pushing her back onto the narrow bed. Dorothy lay back, the gentle swaying of the train a counterpoint to Bessie.  Bessie whose mouth traced a path from her breasts to her thighs, and finally her tongue dipped lapping hungrily at Dorothy. #WIPWordSearch

November 15

They continued walking through the show, w/ Maggie was lost in thought about Simon. Was he working against their larger goals? It felt so conspiratorially minded. How much time and money would have to be invested to get hired Simon hired at Gaia’s Green? #WhoNeedsAHero

November 15

Djet thrust into her in slow measured strokes, filling her, only to pull back, almost all the way. She moaned, shifting as much as her bonds allowed. She wanted to fuck him, or him to fuck her, to pound into her willing body. #vss365

November 15

Anne smiled, seeing that Faith was awake. She withdrew her sticky fingers, slowly licking them clean. Faith bit her lip wanting more, but also knowing that it must be late. Whenever she fell asleep, Anne always made sure she got home before Dawn. #FridayKiss

November 17

I felt pretty ok staring, after all, he wouldn’t notice me. I had my spell active & could feel the light thrum of energy around me. I let my eyes drift back up to his face, and realized that he was staring at me. #LilLuvStory

November 17

Sir walked around the bed, once again my wide-open snatch was on display. Perhaps more so as the lights, while still dim, were brightest here. I noticed a few figures move to stare at my open pussy. I heard them talk about how pink it was, how juicy it looked. #SeduceMeSunday

November 17

He keeps one hand on my neck and the other pulls me closer to him.  I love him, I think I love him. His mouth breaks from mine and I still cannot breathe.  The air is too hot.  His lips rest on my cheeks and neck and he whispers constantly to me. #SunScribbles

November 17

The words poured forth from her and continued even after Coliu had ceased in the excoriation. She stood near Setch listening, her own eyes filled with tears. Finally, the chamber was filled with the soft drops of Setch’s blood and her labored breathing. #SinisterSunday

November 17

He laughed and picked her up, his hands wrapped around her waist & he lifted her effortlessly. Alice filed away the tidbit that Lambda Tauris were just as robust as the rumors said, and she had an increasing hunger for  Aster.  #SexySmutSunday

November 17

She shifted her hips, opening her legs wide as the tentacle sought her opening. The thick, muscle of it pressing into her, slowly stretches her. Andromeda moaned & wriggled on the mattress, only to feel a thicker tentacle, wrap around her waist, & pluck her from the bed. #vss365

November 18

Jack stares at the man but hears Mercy call his name, so he turns away.For a moment, the chanting he had heard the previous night drowns out her voice. Jack strains to hear the words & knows if he stays outside just a bit longer he will finally understand the words. #murdermonday

November 18

“Lie back,” she ordered.

He lay in the grass and leaves, “Are you the devil?”

She shook her head and laughed. “No devil, I.” She straddled him, feeling his cock press against her.  “I’m your dream; your lover come for you.”  #LoveLines

November 18

The banker between Amanda’s thighs made excellent use of his tongue, and before too long, Amanda was climaxing in front of the stag party guests.

She bucked against his face as the crowd reacted in delight. #LustyMondayLit

November 18

She squatted on the sand. Wrapping her arms around her thighs, she rested her chin on her knees. Her coat creaked the shiny plastic slick with rain. The wind blew her hat off, the floppy felt tumbled away becoming a dark patch in the endless fog. #BraveWrite

November 18

Could that have been a spell? And those creepy, soso-whatever, supervillain guys were looking for something at Dee’s house. This was all too much. Preters and a sixty-year vendetta against Dee.  A vendetta for something I didn’t even have. #MuseMon

November 18

The wooden blade slipped into her palm. When his twisted teeth sank into her neck, she plunged it into his back, seeking his heart.

He stiffened crying out, before turning to dust.

Straightening her dress, she went to collect her bounty from the townspeople. #horrorprompt

November 20

Jim was moving on to the EVP section of the lecture. I sighed. Nothing was worse than endless plays & replays of white noise w/ the ambient background noise. I wasn’t sure why people thought that ghosts could be recorded, but ghost hunters kept that myth alive. #vss365

November 20

Tabitha stared at the hulking silhouette of the church against the stormy sky. The candles flickering in the windows hinted that someone must be inside, and as her car wasn’t going to start, she rushed to the door, only seconds before the rain started. #1linewed

November 20

What if the stories had at some point become mixed together, and the lizard guards were crocodile statutes like those she’d seen in Egypt. Certainly, the actual animals couldn’t survive in the region. It may be desert, but it was a cold desert. #TalesNoir

November 20

Maggie drank it gratefully. Until he’d walked in, she hadn’t realized just how much the accident had rattled her. “There was an accident, today at the Canyon.”

Jean nodded. And Maggie managed a stumbling account of what had happened. #WIPitWed

November 22

Liz laughed at her display of pique. “You will pay for the pouting lip, Vixen.” Liz glanced around the room and grabbed a decoration off of the Christmas tree. The shiny red ball covered in glitter gleamed in her hand.

Vixen watched, her eyes sparkling with interest.

November 22

I held the book, the soft leather cover almost comforting. I thought about my grandmother & my mother both using this book, learning from it & adding to it. I’d never known my grandmother, & the conversation w/ mother’s ghost was the longest I’d ever had w/ her. #WriteAskew

November 22

“Never be ashamed of your desires, Victoria. The world out there,” she gave a languid wave of her hand toward the world outside their hotel room, “They work so hard to make us ashamed. We don’t need to help them shame us.” #lesficfri

November 22

When the device was discovered floating in the gas giant’s stratosphere, the galactic government unanimously agreed that Enid Ontario should not be allowed anywhere near the find. But Ontario was already at the site, w/ her Jovian lover. #scififri

November 22

Sitting alone she pulls out the photo and looks at it, letting her fingers trace the smooth edges. The writing has almost worn off, but that didn’t matter she knew what it said. Knew the name, the date, and the hastily scrawled message. The one where he’d promised. #vss365

November 22

Colin Bishara had left academia, and all Vicki’s research indicated a skyrocketing career in Egyptology, to study ancient Egyptian magic.  Or maybe it was more accurate to say practice magic. #WhoNeedsAHero

November 22

She unzipped her hopelessly wrinkled skirt, and let it pool around her feet.  She stepped out of it, stepping toward him.  She’s could feel his eyes on her.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered, almost reverently. #FriTease

November 24

“What else is there?”

“Everything, nothing. I don’t know.” He shrugs. The movement caused his hair to fall over his eyes. His hand sweeps it back unconsciously. He bites his lower lip, again. “Why haven’t ya ever asked where I came from?” #SunScribbles

November 24

It had been days of sodden heat and that anxious pressure that precedes a storm.  It was enough to drive Julia to distraction. She’d spent the day distracted in the sticky heat, and sunset brought little relief. #SunWIP

November 24

Abby felt her skin prickle &tried to push the thoughts away. She’d assumed after months of being watched she’d be used to it, but she wasn’t. Jack was still sleeping after returning in the early morning sun from a rave. A rave he went to without Abby. #vss365

November 24

He asked about her current projects, and she raved about Wildcat Canyon, and he looked surprised.

“I know that place,” he took a drink, almost like he was regretting the comment. “I hike there.”

Maggie frowned, “I didn’t think there were any trails out there.” #vss365

November 24

When Pharaoh Djet had a sweven of his own death, his divine wife, Merneith, set about to ease his fears. After much practice and many failures, she mastered the art of pulling the Ka from the mortal flesh, at least for a brief time. #BraveWrite

November 24

He heard the sounds in the alley and his predator’s brain said “prey.”

Waiting in the shadows, the siren opened her mouth. A tremulous sob and whisper of sound that may have been “help me” or “hurt me.”

He followed the voice, as the prey not the predator. #SinisterSunday

November 24

He handed her the tissues, before returning to her kitchen. She heard the water running & the scent of mint filled the room.

Maggie took the cup and wrapped her hands around it, grateful for the tea’s warmth. #vss365

November 25

“Oh my,” Alice said, her eyes feasting on the sight. His species had a hemipenis, a two-pronged sex organ. “That is gorgeous.” He seemed pleased by her response.  & she made a mental note that at least this Gliesen seemed to enjoy compliments. “May I touch it?” #LoveLines

November 25

Amanda lay on the velvet chaise longue & watched as Noah finished undressing. She’d seen paintings, & statues of nude men & she’d spent a summer trying to catch glimpses of a particularly handsome stable lad, but this was her first time seeing a naked man. #BraveWrite

November 25

Deep in the woods, the dryads built an altar of old chainsaws and loggers fingerbones, to call the oldest. “Lauma, “her name, echoed thru the sleeping minds of humans.

They woke shivering sweat, gasping their last breath as her ribbon tightened round their necks #horrorprompt

November 25

When Lelia leaned over to toss the pipe into the ashtray, Vicki sat up just enough to kiss her. Lelia’s lush lips tasted like the hashish smoke and cinnamon. And she was quick to respond to the kiss, her hands tangling in Vicki’s hair. #vss365

November 26

When the flickering glow warmed the air & the dripping wax spattered onto the dirt floor, they could see what they had come to see. Their shadows loomed and twisted over the uneven walls, dancing in their own orgiastic frenzy. #vss365

November 26

Mr. Nix raised his eyes and for a moment my breath caught. His eyes were golden w/ horizontal pupils, like a goat.

“Don’t even try it,” I hissed at him.  “Don’t you dare try your tricks on me,” I kept my voice level, letting it take on a sing-song quality. #BraveWrite

November 28

“Come back at the moon’s zenith and not before.”

Ohili waited for Telmax to leave, before turning back to her.  “So you are the one everyone gossips about” he looked her over.  “I guess we will see what you are made of.  Sit,” he gestured to the cushions. #ThursPeak

November 28

Jenny cracked a sad smile.  “Hero, this isn’t just smoking a joint or dropping acid.  That guy,” she pointed at the living room, “I took away his freewill.  I own him.”  She hissed the words. #140Line

November 28

Walking thru the show together, Maggie told Jo about her troubles at work.

“It looks like he’s asking us to redo the report to force us to change the findings,” Maggie said, looking at a life-sized oil painting of Fred Krueger. #Thurds

November 28

The cool caress of the wooden paddle told her what to expect. She rested her cheek on the cross and felt the woosh of air a second before the paddle made contact. Her head jerked back, & she cried out. He strikes switching sides, with quick, sure strokes. #vss365

November 28

“Oh no, doctor. I appreciate you trusting me with this story.” Vicki noticed that the woman continued to hold her hand. “And I think it will help me process my own experience.”

“I was lying on the sarcophagus, w/ the lovely Elle’s tongue penetrating me….” #WriteLGBTQ

November 28

“Amanda,” Lady Ward said, “Allow me to present my nephew, Noah home from the Caribbean.”

Amanda tried to keep her face impassive & offered the young man her hand. “A delight to meet you,” she murmured wanting nothing more than to get away from him #BraveWrite

November 29

Thankfully, they were interrupted by Tituba’s arrival. She took one look at Charity’s dress and licked her plump lips. “Good Morrow, to you both.” She said, “I’m not early for my lessons am I?” #LesFicFri

November 29

Usually, I would have ignored such an obvious attempt to start a conversation, but she intrigued me. “I’m supposed to meet my family.” She sighed in a voice like butter, rich & warm It wasn’t the voice of an old woman or a child. It was sexless and almost ageless.  #FridayKiss

November 29

“You have no idea what he could have done with the Gate.”  She paused, “He could have torn the world apart, like apocalypse end-of-days horror and terror for the masses.”  She took my hand, “And you stopped that from happening.” #WhoNeedsAHero

November 29

She knew instantly that it was a dream. “And of course, I’m still naked” she muttered catching her reflection in the many mirrors that studded his rich, sapphire blue walls. Distracted by the opulence of the place, she hadn’t noticed him at all. #FP

November 29

“Ok, do you have a dollar?”

She blinked at him, “A dollar?”

“Or even change will do,” He smiled at her, “If I take money from you, I’m yours.” He coughed, “Your lawyer, at least for this conversation.”

Maggie’s blush matched his own w/ his turn of phrase. #BraveWrite

November 29

Alice was adept at interspecies assignations. The social & erotic norms varied wildly. Anatomically, his muzzle would prevent kissing, at least in the human style. & all species had their kinks, taboos, and traditions. #WriteAskew

November 29

With the hat gone her hair tumbled down her back.  Thin, straight hair that hung past her waist.  It brushed the sand as she slipped her feet out and sat on the ground.  She stretched her legs in front of her and watched the fog. #vss365

November 29

Kate looked up w/ interest as I came back down. Jenny was rattling around in the kitchen, probably cleaning up dinner. I still hadn’t figured out if it was just her natural tolerance for alcohol or her siren nature that gave her the ability to out-drink everyone. #TransWrite

November 30

My mom insisted that HP could feel shifts in the veil between the world of the living and the Underworld. I suspected he was more sensitive than I was, and I was sure that he could tell the difference in who or what was crossing. #SatSpark

November 30

“I think you’d like to be part of the party.”  She met Kate’s eyes, “You are welcome to walk through the door and join our revels,” her hand stroked Kate’s arm and Kate shivered. “Or, you can stay here until the end of the party when I will be free to send you home.” #BraveWrite

November 30

The wicked fairy laughed and pressed her gently down on the bed. Beauty lay on the silk bedcovers, her masses of blond hair a halo around her face. She parted her pink lips, “Now what?” She propped herself up on her elbows as the wicked fairy turned away from her. #vss365

November 30

In her bedroom, she quickly stripped out of her dress. The red lace garter belt contrasted wonderfully with the sheer-black stockings. She slipped out of her panties and picked up the wrapped package.

She returned to the living room. #SoYouWriteSat