March 2020 Flash Fiction

March 1

Maybe I’ll even ask her he thought as he gathered his backpack and left the class. The Humanities Building loomed before him, a brick & plaster monstrosity. As the school expanded so did the building.  Floors were added and new wings jutted from every side. #WIPWordSearch

***

Her communicator chirped at her. She started to disentangle herself from him, but he pressed her back down & half rose to pick thru her shredded clothing to find the device.

“Normally, I’d ignore it,” she said apologetically, “but it’s the urgent tone.” #LilLuvStory

***

She nervously smoothed her chestnut hair, only recently bobbed, wondering if Bessie would like it. She’d happily adopted the boyish silhouette popularized by the new fashions. She’d found abandoning her corset liberating. #BraveWrite

***

I remained kneeling, shivering in fear& desire – & cold. He took two steps to stand before me, & I found myself staring at the bulge in his leather pants. His scent of musk and oak washed over me, intoxicating in a way that no human drink or drug could replicate.  #SeduceMeSunday

***

The final picture felt slick, but also a little sticky.  Almost like the ink from printing hadn’t quite dried, kind of tacky. I opened my eyes & decided that sadly, the image of a WPA era bridge was ruined. #SunScribbles

***

She rinsed her mouth in the sink. The sheet shrouded mirror stared back at her. Even brushing her teeth couldn’t chase the taste of bile & rot from her mouth. Spitting for the 5th time she turned off the water. Her head ached from the glaring white walls of the bathroom. #SunWIP

March 2

A t-shirt & ratty jeans clung to Wendy’s damp body. Casey felt sick as she watched the girl slam into the mirror. The glass reverberated w/ the force & the mirror was left smeared with blood & glistening ectoplasm. #BraveWrite

***

Psyche hurried to comply, making sure to spread her legs wide, so they could see her eager sex. “Please,” she begged, “Fill me with your delicious manhood.” She watched them both circle her, watching her while she begged. The brindled satyr stood behind her #LustyMondayLit

***

“Aren’t you a pretty fly,” he said to me.  “Are you waiting for a spider?”

I nodded, “Yes, Sir will be back soon,” I said softly. 

“Will he let me watch while he devours you?” He asked.

I nodded again, “Sir likes people watching me.” #MuseMon

March 3

She blinked at the form in the circle. Her eyes traveled from the well-muscled calves over his narrow hips, & up to his defined chest. His skin was black, onyx dark. But it was the jackal head that disconcerted her.

“Anubis,” she heard herself whisper in reverence. #BraveWrite

***

Outside the air was still warm, but cooler than the club. The streets were quiet & his ears still rang from the music in the club. The bouncer offered him a small nod and Derrick gave a half-hearted wave as he walked away from the club. #WIPWordSearch

***

He wore a suit, including a jacket. But it was the mask that made me gasp. It was a spider, not a cutesy cartoon spider.  No, this was Natural History Museum science spider.  I shuddered a little, but repulsed and attracted to the horror.  #Better2sDay

***

He turned toward the foot of the bed and for a second saw a girl standing there.  He blinked and all he saw was smoke and shadows.  He suddenly thought of the girl from the club and the hand on his shoulder at the door. #FoodParty

***

The fog rolled in from the sea & clung to the land, thick smoky tendrils that crept in wet breaths down throats. The waves broke, whitecaps lost in the murk, sounding far away or buried. The fog did; it took the sounds & buried them, distorted them, & never released them. #vss365

***

She laid the book down, standing to refill her tea. The room seemed to darken for a moment, & she wondered if the power had gone out. But then, her eyes adjusted to the smoky light of fire & candles. The floor was cold and stone under her feet #SFFAskew

***

She blinked at the form in the circle. Her eyes traveled from the well-muscled calves over his narrow hips, & up to his defined chest. His skin was black, onyx dark. But it was the jackal head that disconcerted her.

“Anubis,” she heard herself whisper in reverence. #BraveWrite

***

Outside the air was still warm, but cooler than the club. The streets were quiet & his ears still rang from the music in the club. The bouncer offered him a small nod and Derrick gave a half-hearted wave as he walked away from the club. #WIPWordSearch

March 4

Once we were both seated, I waited.  He’d lured me here, he could justify wasting my time.

“I do apologize for misleading you, but I wasn’t sure that you would agree to meet with me.” #wipwordsearch

***

The girl opened her mouth and a shrill skin-slicing sound erupted from her lips.  Without another word she turned and ran across the parking lot.  Derrick rubbed the goosebumps from his arms. God, I hate kids, he thought.  #HumpDayWrite

***

I watched her free his arms, and he stumbled a little.  She caught him. He laid his head on her shoulder and she wrapped her arms around him. They stood like that a moment, his face hidden from my view. For the first time, I looked at her face. #1linewed

***

Amanda’s lovers led her to the bed. She could still hear the music & chatter from the club just beyond the screens. She considered asking Dinah or Noah to open the screens, to let her defilement be witnessed, but then they would all be forced to wear their masks again #TalesNoir

***

The concourse was ablaze with lights and glittering signs designed to attract customers. But Alice only had eyes for her minotaur. He towered above her, topping something close to seven feet, she guessed. She walked beside him and felt dainty.  #BraveWrite

March 7

I could call up the dead too. Six months ago, I’d learned that I could control shades, kind of, but they scared the bejeesus out of me. Whatever they were, they fed on souls. And I don’t think it mattered to them if the souls were human or preter.  #WIPWordSearch

***

There was only a light wind & she shifted her weight on her toes, feeling the sand trickle around her feet.  The wind blew her hat off. The floppy felt tumbling to the sand behind her becoming a dark patch in the endless gray. #vss365

***

But Psyche was so distracted by the fire growing within her. She never expected a phallus in her bottom could lead to an orgasm, but she knew she was nearing her completion. When the brindled satyr began thrusting harder, his fingers biting into her hips, she cried out.#SatSpark

March 9

I was certainly feeling guilty & more than a little foolish. 

The elder Witches shot me warning glances. Cory, at least, smiled at me. I sighed & turned back to Jim’s presentation.

“Let me introduce the newest member of the OC Spook Squad, David Blackwell.” #WIPWordSearch

***

Drusilla luxuriated in the steaming pool. Thru her half-closed eyes, she watched Tanaquil as she stepped into the pool. She was deliciously round & her skin nearly glowed after her purification. They had agreed to share the rites of Lupercalia together #LustyMondayLit

***

Her gaze kept flicking behind me, and I started to get the feeling that she was trying to tell me something.  “Should we go then?” I knew my tone was overly-exaggerated, but Kate’s sudden shift to cloak and dagger attitude had me a little uncomfortable. #MuseMon

***

The demon in Kit’s circle stalked the edges of the circle. His answers to her questions all in chiasmus verses that made her headache trying to decipher his meaning. His words stalked her, edging around her trapping her in a linguistic circle. #bravewrite

***

Abby whispered hello to him, feeling strange talking to him. He had never spoken to them after they moved in. She let the water run over her hair until he reached in & shut off the water. His pale eyes roamed over her, & he leaned in the shower and kissed her #vss365

March 10

Jenny shot him a duh look and began listing off emotions on her fingers, “Um grief, pain, loss, happiness, sorrow.  Do I need to go on?  All of that is tangled up in the veil.” #BookishTues

***

“She was a Hecate, and one of the best. Why she got wrapped up in that foolish coven of humans still alludes me,” his eyes grew distant, “folly of youth perhaps.” #BraveWrite

***

The two women had met during the war, in the Women’s Army Auxiliary Corps. Perhaps it had been the harrowing events of the war, or maybe it was just Bessie herself, but Dorothy had fallen in love. After the war, she had even tried to convince Bessie to stay with her #Better2sDay

***

“Families can be difficult.” I stammered. I could’ve smacked myself hearing how empty my words sounded. How could I relate to her family problems? I hadn’t talked to mine in years. And this girl had a family who she met wearing scarlet silk dresses after midnight. #FoodParty

***

“I seek to please you,” he answered.

She felt the words on her skin & tugged on his hair. “Then start pleasing,” she ordered feeling a rush at the power. This was the domination she fantasized about. Not being in control, but being able to demand what she wanted. #vss365

***

The Count looked at his wives, noting their crimson-stained lips and tongues. Alicia squirmed in her bounds when his eyes fell on her. The wives had been lapping at her blood and her sex in equal measure, laughing at her cries and moans of pleasure and pain. #WIPWordSearch

March 17

The station bars were easy to find, and the aliens from Kraken Mare even easier. Luckily they didn’t require any sort of atmosphere suits, although they did wear some sort of anti-gav belt to mimic their movement in water. #TunesdayWriters

***

Sobbing she punched the button on the intercom.  “What?”  She hoped it didn’t sound like she was crying. Taking deep shuddering breaths she listened to the slight scratched in the closet.  Wendy was still there now she trying to dig her way out. #BraveWrite

***

The cry became a howl,& she heard an awful grinding, as the chains pulled from the wall. She knew that would be a mess to fix. Her flesh prickle when he reached the door. His golden eyes captured hers,& she shivered feeling the full weight of his predator’s gaze on her. #SFFAskew

***

I grabbed Jenny’s arm & started to lead her up the stairs. I glanced at Jenny and caught her appraising Travis as we walked up the stairs behind him. She was sizing him up for something, but I couldn’t tell if she wanted to hit him or get his number. #FoodParty

***

In the dream, Djet entered the room and simply grabbed her and kissed her. This was the daydream that had awakened him in the first place. The dream she harbored of being his sexual plaything. A woman kept in his harem to use for his own desires as he wished. #writingromancelines

***

The arrow enflamed her lusts. Her nipples were hard as stones and clearly visible under her thin dress and her sex burned with need. “Wait for me here, Psyche,” Eros said and vanished back into the gloom of the woods. #Better2sDay

***

There was no way to refuse w/out being churlish, so she allowed him to lead her to the dancefloor. As he swung her around, she noted that he was quite a good dancer,& he seemed to not recognize her or was not going to force her to talk about their first meeting. #BookishTues

***

He led her toward the garden & the hedges that were starting to grow into a maze. The greenery reached a little higher than Amanda’s waist, so their walk was perfectly acceptable. However, as they walked, Noah whispered to her, “Hitch your skirt up a bit.”  #WIPWordSearch

March 18

She began drawing a border of stick-figure cats before forcing her eyes back to the words. She had filled pages of the book with everything. She caught a sentence. “I was pregnant.”

She searched the words around it. The window, the hospital mirrors. Dr. Folie. #WedWriPro

***

His ears now exaggerated & pointed tilted toward her voice. He licked his lips & took a step in the room. He still stood mostly upright, the slight stoop of his wolfman form made him appear almost shy, like how some tall man started to slouch to lessen their height. #BraveWrite

***

Something about the meeting and the woods felt magical to Belle, enough that in less than a mile, she was following him off the trails & deeper into the woods. She made the first move, waiting until he’d stopped walking & was pointing out some fern or flower to her. #TalesNoir

***

Mike sat on the porch swing listening to it creak while he swung slowly. He had a cooler of Pabst at his side. It was after dark & after half the beers when he noticed her. First, he didn’t believe she was real, the way she perched perfectly still on the rock. #1linewed

***

I placed my hand on the knob but didn’t open it. I’d grown up in this house and had only been in the room twice. Once right around the time I had started kindergarten. Dee had shown me some pictures in a book. I don’t remember what they were or why she showed them to me. #vss365

***

Julia& her Viking were not alone. They had moved to an outdoor hot tub. It sat on a wooden deck, in what looked like the same clearing near the woods. The snow was mounded on the ground, but no one seemed to notice.  In this shot, Julia was kissing a blond woman. #HumpDayWrite

***

She spreads her legs, opening her vulva to him, to anyone willing to pay a few dollars to stand& watch, but he is the only viewer she cares about. She dips her vinyl gloved fingers between her thighs, the shiny black material making her fingers smooth& featureless. #wipwordsearch

March 19

“Do you want me to leave?” He was shouting.  Her anger coursed through him.  Malicia suddenly looked frightened. Her anger evaporated.

Grey was left with only the clammy taste of pearlescent fear.   “I’m sorry.” He muttered. #WriteLGBTQ

***

Casey slipped to the floor and began pulling on a pair of mismatched converse; one navy and one black, both with rainbow laces.  “Sure.”  She said

“Let’s go,”  Derrick answered. I bet I’m the first person she’s ever let in here. He thought looking at the sparse room. #140Line

***

She watches the storm rage about her, & the music and screams echo through the empty yard. The wind slackens and she stands, slowly easing the circulation back into her legs. The sounds still echo, but now she is not sure if they are real or if only she hears them. #Thurds

***

The one time I’d seen him shift, it took my breath away. He didn’t entirely change. Like the chimera in myth, Vic became a motley grouping of parts, claws, shark teeth, fur, & danger. He became a blur of shifting images.  It was terrifying& a little bit beautiful. #WIPWordSearch

***

When she’d been a young witch, she inadvertently offended a genius loci in Ireland. While his punishment had been enjoyable, she wasn’t going to risk offending another. She thought he was a faun, lucky enough that his grove & spring became the location for this church #BraveWrite

***

March 20

The girl nodded and craned her head looking for the bus. “I hope I’m not late getting there. I left later than I was supposed to.” She continued to stare into the rain slicked-street. “It was this dress. I’m not used to wearing it. Red isn’t really my color.” #lesficfri

***

It was a little unorthodox for an unmarried woman to have a male servant, but then few really considered Soshay unmarried.  Her official title of True Bride of Tez, lent her enough prestige to flout some of the social rules. #FP

***

March 21

Even the suggestion that Witches & the others would ever be open in society sent them into paroxysms. Nope, it was all secrets & don’t mix too much with the humans. They only grudgingly accepted the religious witches, the pagans and Wiccans into their small world. #WIPWordSearch

***

Dream Readers were the indigenous inhabitants of Mars, but they made O’Shaughnessy twitchy. What made her twitch was letting something covered in shifting veils, that might have been clothing & might have been the alien, reach into her brain #SciFanSat

***

The mists shifted and finally, I could see their shapes through the mists. These were not the fey folk I had encountered before, and their hounds continued to circle me, leaving me no room to escape.  #SatSplat

***

The fog was fading from the sea. The silver glow growing brighter. Pulling her boots on, the sand stuck to her feet left a million tiny cuts in her skin. The sun glittered on the water & she disappeared into the tattered remnants of the fog. #SatSpark

***

The handbook was a kind of a journal started by my grandmother & continued by my mother. Now if I could decipher my grandmother’s esoteric, mysticism coupled w/ modernist poetry& The Hermetic Order of the Golden Dawn’s vocabulary, I might even get something out of it. #BraveWrite

March 23

The black jaguar appeared on the plain, bigger than life. It towered over Soshay, and when it gazed upon her, she saw the humanity in its eyes. This is the woman Tez claimed for his own, she thought and watched the animal launch itself at the goddess. #BraveWrite

***

After work, Maggie went directly to the shower. As the hot water pounded into her tired muscles, she wondered about Georgia. She’d met plenty of women looking for an “adventure” not a relationship. Had she misread Georgia so completely? #WIPWordSearch

***

The shutter slats are open, allowing a beam of winter sunlight to fall over me. It’s bright enough that I half-close my eyes, but it infuses me with warm leaving my muscles languid. I am far from a sun worshiper, but in the winter I crave the golden light of the sun. #MuseMon

***

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. #LoveLines

***

She stood hidden in the woods, watching the workmen laying the pipes to carry oil, protected by rifle-wielding soldiers. She blinked, letting her vision shift, and saw that the men were turned to monsters. Wendigos gaunt and insatiable in their greed. #MonMon

***

She climbed onto the table. The Latex of her suit stretching over her labia. On her knees, in front of both of them, she waited.

“We want a sex doll,” Red said, “a toy for us to use as an object for our pleasure.”

***

He may have no quarrel, but he made a dangerous choice to watch the Hunt when other humans huddled inside in fear. Yet this man displayed no fear of her. “I seek only company on this shortest night.” She took a step toward the forge, yet the iron miasma stung her skin. #vss365

March 24

“Normally, I’d ignore it,” she said apologetically, “but it’s the urgent tone.”

“I understand,” he said, “do you wish privacy?”

She shook her head seeing that it was a text-based message. It was her newest bunkmate, Dorcus. #WIPWordSearch

***

He said he loved her boldness, how she reached fearlessly, touched w/ wonder. & her touch rewarded her, as she found paper tracts slid into crevices or on protruding bits of rock. They were left for the hands brave enough to plumb the darkness. #Better2sDay

***

Tonight she was celebrating & her subjects would celebrate with her. It had been one year since she had defeated the Indigo Queen and taken the kingdom for herself. The Crimson Queen had shocked her new subjects w/ her wanton ways  #SFFAskew

***

He stepped from the forge and stood before her. Maeve could feel the heat of his flesh before she laid a hand on him. When she kissed him, reaching up, grasping the hair at the back of his head, she learned that his kiss burned with iron. #TuesCalm

***

I inhaled violently, feeling the air burn my abused throat.  After a few huge breaths, he bent me over the arm of the couch. He moved me like I was a doll, & I loved it. My mind was still fuzzy, but I knew what he was going to do. #TunesdayWriters

***

With the rise of the worm moon, the members of the Church of the Red Shepherd gleefully accepted the commands of their titular leader. What the Red Shepherd demanded, they did. An hour passed midnight, their knives flashed and blood stained the walls. #horrorprompt

March 25

Her mother and the priests had both warned her that the creature was not interested in her desires, rather the entity would slack itself on her body.  Her role was to be a willing vessel; that the creature secreted the aphrodisiac compound was a luxury. #BraveWrite

***

The moon was almost at the right phase, so it was supposed to be a quick trip thru the graveyard, leave some tobacco & booze & take a scoop of dirt, easy peasy. But somehow, I’m squatting behind a copse of ash trees as the Wild Hunt rode thru. #wipwordsearch

***

Leila grinned at her and tugged one braid, leading Vicki back to the bed. Leila playfully pushed Vicki back on to the bed. “You think I’m hot?” she asked, tugging her shirt up. Showing an expanse of tanned belly and the delicious swell of her under breast. #HumpDayWrite

***

I leaned forward in my seat, wanting to watch his every response if I couldn’t watch his face. His cock, hard and bound at the base with a black cock ring, bounced with every lash. His partner shifted her stance and returned the flogger to her bag.  #1linewed

***

The wood floors that stretched thru out the entire house had always made it feel cozy w/ their warm golden tones.  Now as I stepped into the house, they creaked & groaned, making me shiver. My mind was suddenly inundated w/ the images of a million ghost stories. #vss365

March 26

I built the telephone. I admit there were elements that didn’t make sense to me, arcane symbols etched into the metal & wires that had to be configured into specific shapes. Once it was done, I didn’t really think it would work; I mean, come on, a ghost phone? #WIPWordSearch

***

So they walked, quickly and quietly through the dark streets, the sea fog thick with salt and cold. Anne wrapped her coat around Faith. They stood in the darkness of the vast oak, near Faith’s home. Anne kissed Faith, her hands tangling in Faith’s hair. #WriteLGBTQ

***

So many of the paintings relied on the uneven walls. Every stone curve& bump added depth and the flickering light made them live. She laid her fingertips on the pictures, reverently, needing to make them tangible, making the real. #140Line

***

The ghost had moved behind Gena. She was standing w/ her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently.

I watched the ghost out of the corner of my eye. She looked angry, & then she disappeared. That was never good. #Thurds

***

Once the food was plated & the drinks poured, he returned to the bedroom. He wanted to; no he had to look at himself.

And that’s how Mistress found him, w/ his skirt pulled up & spilling over one arm so he could admire his lace panties & the tops of his stockings. #FeelLines

March 28

“It’s cardamom. I picked up the habit after I spent some time in Budapest.” She took his cup, “I can make you real Turkish coffee if you’d like.”

The look on his face almost broke her heart. It was so painfully hopeful, “That would be heavenly” #SoYouWriteSat

***

A small, shared living room was flanked by their separate sleeping quarters, which gave the junior officers a little privacy. Somehow she’d been lucky enough to get a room with a window, a floor to ceiling view into the void of deep space. #SatSpark

***

As she walked up the stairs, the wind tugged at her skirt. She looked back, down the stairs but was surprised at how far down they seemed. The top seemed closer & darker then she expected. She rubbed her arms, feeling cold but climbed the last few steps  #BraveWrite

***

She heard a scraping sound & fell back as a section of the wall slid open. “Oh my God,” she whispered as the dust settled around her. It was too much like a movie to be real. No one really built sliding doors & booby-trapped tombs. Yet, she was staring into a new room #SciFanSat

***

He opened the door, and Alice saw a second Minotaur, Lambda Tauri peek into the room before Aster stepped into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind him.

She lay back, wondering how much trouble he’d get into. #SciFiSat

***

Dee’s murder had been a catalyst for my life. Of course, I’d give up all of it if it meant I could have Dee back. On top of all the otherwordly stuff, I’d managed to wreak havoc with my personal life. I didn’t have Dee to go to for advice; instead, I had my mother #WIPWordSearch

***

Dr. Edwards looked suddenly concerned, “She didn’t tell you?” She glanced across the campsite, then back to Vicki. “She had a family emergency arise last night and left.”

To Vicki, it felt like a blow. She wondered why Lelia hadn’t woken her, why she hadn’t left a note #SatSplat

***

“Supplicant,” he began, stepping around to stand before her. “You seek the mysteries of Lupa.”

Tanaquil nodded, grateful that her nipples stiffening with both fear and desire were covered by her unbound hair. “Yes, I seek purification.” #SuggestiveSat

March 28

The priest’s tongue lolled from the maw of the mask, and what she’d assumed were furs, was his bare flesh. Finally, Drusilla’s vague warnings made sense, and she was chained at their whipping post, at the mercy of men who were wolves. #ShareWrit

***

Tanaquil found her footing. standing up. Oh Drusilla, she thought, this is what you meant. You warned me they would devour me. She shivered w/ fear when she thought about the wolves who were men, and her back burned from the flogging, but still, she ached with need. #SlapDashSat

***

She made sure to wear gloves before she picked up the bowl, that appeared to be filled w/ dust. It’d taken weeks to dry enough toads to fill the bowl. She smiled knowing the powder would find its way into the governor’s evening cocktail. #vss365 #horrorprompt no. 341

March 29

Alice whimpered again, feeling her wetness drip down her thighs as the Centurions shuddered to a climax. “Please,” she begged, “Let me come?”

Her plea was mixed with a whimper as another Centurion took his place behind her.  This man buried himself in her pussy. #SeduceMeSunday

***

My sequined leotard glittered under the stage lights. Before I entered the box, I took off my coat, black with tails of course, and tossed it off stage with a flourish. After all, the whole point was to get the audience to focus on me and not on Erik. #SunScribbles

***

Victoria felt goosebumps rise on his flesh. She recited the words Lola had her memorize & heard the entity laugh.  Then she felt its touch, a cool, feathery brush of something against her thigh. She wondered just what this invisible entity would do to her. #SunWIP

***

Jenny stopped & looked up at me. I took a step back. I couldn’t help it because her eyes were glowing, literally glowing a sapphire blue. She stared at me, & at that moment, I really felt like I was on the menu. Worse, at that moment, I wanted to be on the menu. #WIPWordSearch

***

She had gifts to consider, toys her viewers sent her, vibrators, a steel butt plug,& a variety of novelty dildos. She knew all her viewers wanted her to choose a dildo, to finally see under her panties. Maybe tonight, she thought, I’ll spread my legs wide for the camera. #vss365

***

A flight of crumbling stone steps led from the old road up to the graveyard. They’d all grown up w/ the story about those stairs that said if a person climbed a thousand stairs at midnight on Halloween, they’d find the devil on his throne. #LilLuvStory

***

Her gloved hands worked their way under my shirt, & I gasped when her fingers found my nipples. The butter-soft leather of her gloves contrasted w/ her cruel tugging and twisting of my flesh. Yet, I moaned and writhed for her pleasure, and the faery queen was pleased. #BraveWrite

***

There was a mountain pass on earth where Eris and Harmonia met, and they knew love. For a brief moment, the human world hung in perfect balance – until they parted ways and Harmonia fled to Mt. Olympus never to return to earth #Sunthing

***

“The people there asked us not to,” she sipped the tea. Yuanming had continued their correspondence and regularly sent her more of the tea, and it was Yuanming who’d sworn them both to secrecy about the city, the paradise in a hidden valley deep in the mountains. #QWriters

March 30

I believe that there are times in history – short instances where all of the stars are aligned and there’s enough emotion – that people or even a person, can change the world.  I believe that still, even if the changes we tried… Well, I’ll get to that.  #BraveWrite

***

The mummy was fully revealed, unbound. He certainly wasn’t a desiccated husk.  This was a muscled god, all rippling abs and chiseled features.

“This can’t be happening” Victoria muttered, as she pulled against the bindings.  #WIPWordSearch

***

Her skin prickled, knowing their eyes were on her – their eyes on her naked flesh. And then she realized that none of the villagers had been at the bonfire. She was naked and alone with the wolf priests.  #LustyMondayLit

***

Alice grinned and laid a hand on Domaris’s face. The Centari’s pelt was softer than velvet under fingers.  She pressed her lips against the woman’s mouth.  Centari didn’t have a lot of lip, their facial structure seeming feline to most Terrans. #MuseMon

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