February Picture Capture! 10 Authors= 10 Spectacular Free Flash Fiction Reads!
Capturing the moment is every authors goal. We want to express emotions so clearly that the reader’s impacted when they put the book down. So I’ve brought you a collection of authors who are all using the exact same photograph to inspire a short scene. They are capturing the picture with their words. As always you’re welcome to give it a go and post your story scene in the comments, in fact, I encourage you to try it! Here’s how to do it…
This months picture prompt
Use the prompt to write a 350 word scene.
Let your imagination go wild.
Alongside every entry, is the authors contact links, and most recent book cover.
If you like what they did, please leave a comment or even better, buy a book!
So, here is what the authors came up with this month….
The spicy sweet taste of man coated her tongue as she opened her mouth to his invasion. He dominated her senses and triggered something animalistic deep inside of her. Curling her fingers into the soft cotton of his t-shirt, Stephanie tugged, and blindly ran her hands over his torso. His skin skittered under her fingertips, satin covering steel muscles flexing and rippling as he shifted, bringing their bodies into alignment.
Hot need surged through her, when he lifted her and set her on the counter top in one sweeping motion. Arching her back she exposed her throat to him, pleased when he only paused long enough to jerk the shirt over his head and drop it to the floor. His ripped chest and abs were a feast for her eyes, and she heard herself whimper when he pressed himself against her hiding the view.
“Easy, beautiful. I’m barely keeping it together here.” He murmured, bringing his lips back up to hers for another sinfully sweet kiss. “Let me have this round, and I’ll let you have a turn in round two.”
Her pussy clenched and her nipples hardened. Did he even comprehend what he did to her with just his words? It was like spreading flames over dried grass. She was burning up from the inside out, desperate to get his cock deep inside of her and ease her ache.
She heard herself moan his name, but her focus was on the firm ridge of his cock where it pressed between her spread thighs. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips, exposing the pink satin of her panties. The only thing separating them besides his jeans, which were stretched to the breaking point over his erection.
Nick’s hands were behind her back, releasing the clasp of her bra when the first shrill of a phone echoed through the shop. They both froze and stared at each other in shock. Unquenched lust filled the air, but reality swamped them both as the phone continued to ring. With a shove, she pushed him away and ran for her phone.
Her voice faltered and her senses heightened, as the juke box ground to a halt. The silence really was deafening. Where was everyone? When she started counting the bar had been busy—not crowded—but busy enough to make this game sound like fun. Safety in numbers, and all that. Now, there was just this eerie silence, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched.
“Relax, I won’t hurt you.”
The deep, male drawl wrapped itself around her senses, and her breathing sped up. Lord, that voice. Never before had she been this affected by a mere voice. Like molten chocolate it seduced her with its promise of sensual delight, and that delicious tinge of danger.
Gooseflesh broke out over her exposed back, when the man that sinful voice belonged to, stepped up behind her. His dry, cool scent surrounded her, and then long fingers wrapped themselves around hers and pulled her hands down and behind her back.
She ought to scream, to struggle, do something, she knew that, yet every fiber of her being just stood frozen, waiting for his next move. Cool air wafted across her neck and she bit back a moan, when the man licked along her rapidly beating pulse point.
The soft click sent her heartbeat into overdrive. This was it. Her stupid curiosity would mean it all ended here, in this seedy bar.
Cool hands stroked up and down her arms, and she gulped in huge lungfuls of air.
“You’re not ready for this, my sweet. Let me know when you are.”
With a blur of cold air, the world tilted, and the heat and smells of the bar once again surrounded her.
“Oh, you’re no fun. You didn’t even try to find us.” Her friends’ intoxicated voices brought her back to the here and now. “This place sucks. Let’s go somewhere else. What’s the matter with you? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost?”
She let herself be dragged out into the frigid air that carried his promise.
Soon, my sweet. I’ll find you…
“Trish, go ahead an open your eyes, but I’m warning you, as soon as you do, I’ll stop.” Eric’s deep voice rumbled in her ear low and seductive and as badly as she wanted to know what he’d do next, she wanted the sweet torment to continue even more.
The man was a magician with his hands and mouth and if this sensual onslaught continued she’d be ruined for all other men. And at this very moment she couldn’t make herself care.
“Please don’t stop. Please.” It was the first time in her life she’d begged a man for anything. If anyone would have heard her say those words a week ago they’d be waiting for the punch line or the end of the world. Today, with Eric’s hands on her she’d never felt more feminine and…alive.
“Love, I can keep you on edge for hours, even the entire night and I can think of no better playground for me to spend my time on than your curvy little body. Give me your hands.” His hands took possession of hers and he placed them over her eyes. “Don’t move them or we’re done playing.”
“Okay.” One word with a wealth of meaning.
The slightly rough pads of his fingertips rasped over that flesh of her belly sending tremors of electric need through her.
“Tell me what I want to hear.” His hands stopped at the button of her jeans and a single finger dipped below the denim to toy with the top of her panties. Her mind short-circuited and went blank. In an erotic paradox everything moved too fast and too slow at the same time.
“I—I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Are your eyes closed?”
“This is silly, Adrian.” Lita stood with her hands over her eyes.
“It’s fun,” he said. She heard him move around in front of her and opened her eyes. Between her fingers she could make out his shadow. “You’re cheating.”
Lowering her hands, she pouted. “It’s hard not to.”
“You don’t trust me.”
She sighed. “I do trust you, but-”
He placed a finger against her lips and her heart raced. “Hands behind your back instead, and get down on your knees so you don’t fall over.”
Lita did as she was asked. Adrian pulled her hands back and tied them together with something. “Adrian..”
“I don’t want you to cheat.” He placed a cloth over her eyes and secured it at the back of her head. “Can you see anything?”
“Not a damn thing. Happy?”
She got a chuckle in response and it made her insides flip around.
“Open up.” Lita opened her mouth and waited. A moment later, something soft and warm was placed in it.
Chewing slowly, Lita let the flavors coat her tongue, trying to identify what she was eating. Her best friend always had her test his new concoctions before putting them on the menu. The blindfold was a new twist on the taste test.
“It’s good. I like the cheese.”
“Great.” He held a glass to her lips and helped her take a sip. “Try this now.”
This morsel was juicy and sweet. A chocolate covered strawberry. “My favorite. This isn’t new.”
The glass touched her lips again, but this time instead of water, Adrian had given her champagne.
“Why the champagne?”
“Because I have something very special for you next.”
Lita waited, mouth open, heart pounding, stomach in knots. Adrian cupped her cheek with his hand, sending a shiver through her. And then he pressed his lips against hers. She whimpered in surprise and he stopped.
“Is this alright?” he asked.
“It’s perfect.” She melted into his embrace as he kissed her again, glad that she didn’t have to hide anymore.
“What’s wrong, Leah?” Robby asked. “You’re awful quiet.” His gruff laughter filled the dark air.
The club was now closed. They’d been the only volunteers to stay and clean up after a rather, rambunctious bachelorette party.
“Why are you doing this?” She sighed. He leaned into her, craving the feel of her hot breaths on his flesh. “You’re too young.” Her nervous laughter had his body twitching with excitement, only adding to the thrill. The notions that’d been ripening in his mind since Leah had been hired were now in full-blown color. Robby had noticed her quick sideward glances. Her urge had settled in his bones, taking root.
Leah’s skill at diverting her gaze, avoiding any type of interception from him had failed, Robby mused.
Sure, Leah was older, but that didn’t faze him. She was gorgeous, an art form he was determined to consume. She wanted it too, the vibe too acute to ignore. When it came to surfing that lustful wave Robby was never wrong with his interpretation of the tide.
He moved cautiously, feeling her heat waft against his chest. Leah tilted her head back. Glossy strands of blond hair grazed her back. Ideas began to run wild.
Robby combed his fingers through the silky strands, lightly brushing them to the side. He traced the curve of her neck. Leah trembled, leaning back against him. Her flesh burned into his, feeling like a hot sun penetrating pale flesh.
Robby whispered. “It’s all good.” He angled his head, lightly pressing his lips on the sensitive skin there. His tongue drew circles around the knitted bones of her vertebrae. His hand slowly wandered around her waist, sliding up her ribcage, settling below the swell of what he knew was a perfect breast.
“Jesus,” she hissed. Leah spun around, her lidded gaze heavy. Robby inhaled the fragrant breeze.
Taking her face in his hands, he steered her mouth to his.
Their lips fused. When he felt the tip of her warm, moist tongue mate with his he knew their kiss would lead them exactly to where they wanted to be.
Raoul quickly stripped his suit coat, shirt and tie off while listening to Veronica’s voice counting as fast as she could from five hundred down to zero. He loved playing their little games, it kept life interesting.
He stopped to admire the long line of her body in the elegant black ball gown. He loved the way it followed her curves and hugged her ass like a lovers caress. Her long golden curls hid the sweep of her spine that was revealed by the deep V back of the dress. He’d watched many men’s eyes follow her through the crowded ballroom tonight. Her laughter had tinkled in the air and the candlelight had glinted off her hair. She had outshone every woman there, both mortal and immortal.
But then, he thought, she always had. Realizing she was down to one hundred and fifty eight, he turned and ran out of the library and towards the stairs. If he were careful, he would let her catch him before too long had passed and he would be her willing slave for the night…..
“Us? There was never any us, Anna. It was just a fling.” Brad’s words echoed in her ears as she fled his office for the sanctuary of her own.
She was blinded by her tears, which was why she managed to crash into someone and then fall on her ass in the hall.
“Whoa. Are you okay?”
Oh, God. Gavin was here too. It wasn’t enough that she had just been humilated by one of her business partners, now the other one had to see the aftermath? What god had she pissed off today? All of them?
Gavin crouched down beside her, his blue eyes warm with concern and his blond hair falling into his eyes. Every time it happened her fingers itched to smooth it back for him. She’d just never had the courage to do it. “Fuck, Anna? What are you—what’s wrong?”
Gavin snarled something under his breath and before she could protest he had her in his arms and was striding toward his office. “What did he say to you to make you cry, baby?”
Did Gavin just call her baby? God, she must really look pathetic. “It doesn’t matter, it’s over now.”
“Good.” The door to his office slammed shut behind them.
“Why are we in your office? And why are you happy that he dumped me?”
He chuckled, his warm breath caressing her hair. “I’m glad you’re done with that son of a bitch, because that means you’re available. And we’re in my office because I don’t intend to let you stay that way for long.”
“What?” She turned her head up and her lips agrazed the side of his mouth. God, when had he moved that close?
“Two years. I stayed away because we were partners and I told myself it wouldn’t be right. Then you were with Brad, and I knew I’d screwed up. I’m not losing you again.”
His mouth claimed hers in a toe-curling kiss and she twined her arms around his neck, holidng him tight.
She wasn’t going to screw this up either.
Emily stood outside by the lake. Her friend Mandy told her to cover her eyes and wait for her birthday surprise. She wished her friends had not insisted on throwing her a party for her birthday. It was just another day to her but her friends said that the big 3 … 0, was not something to ignore. But that was what she wanted to do more than anything … ignore it.
She was 30 years old and what did she have to show for it? She wasn’t married, didn’t have any children. She had a college degree in the Arts but never followed her dream of opening her own art gallery. She was still working as a secretary for her attractive boss Jamison at the same company she had worked at for the last five years.
Her friends were all married with kids. Their common goal now was to try to fix her life by setting her up with an endless number of blind dates. She wasn’t into any of them because none of the guys compared to her ex-boyfriend Luke.
She met Luke when she was in college. He was a new recruit at the nearby Army base. A couple of years into the relationship and they were head over heels in love. She thought they would marry and start a family. But it never happened.
Emily felt her heart ache at the memory of what had happened to her and Luke. Luke began to pull away from their relationship. He became irrational claiming that her boss lusted for her. Luke allowed his fears to push her away. They fought about it and finally broke up.
A few months after their breakup Luke begged her to forgive him. She said that she would think about it. But then fate had stepped in and he was shipped off over seas to serve in the army. She had gotten a couple of letters from him, but then they just stopped. God she missed him.
“Happy Birthday beautiful.” A man’s voice said from behind her.
She turned and her heart leaped. Luke.
“Dammit Josh,” Molly groaned as he flicked a strip of leather over her ass. “Last time we played like this you had me naked doing hide and seek all over The Moss. What with midges and eager hunters it so wasn’t good.”
She could hear the humor in his voice even as her pussy quivered to the dominance that laced it.
“And your problem is?”
“Well, last time we did anything like this, we played Hide and Seek, and I ended up bound gagged and over a branch in the forest, and I couldn’t sit down for a week.” she shuddered, not only with the thought of pain. “It was…well different to say the least. This time? Well I’d like to experience something different.”
That was the problem. She had no idea. Except she was sure she and Josh had more to explore. Even if it ended up not to be her perfect ideal of a relationship, well she had to discover the outcome.
“So, pet, you trust me?”
The casual use of the word pet, made her wet. There was no contest, of course she would. The question surprised her.
“Of course, Sir.”
He nodded, pleased at her reply. “Assume the position.”
That confused her. What position? Josh and she had always had a fluid arrangement. If she fancied it she did, if not she said so in no uncertain terms.
This time it was different. Josh had met her from work…not normal. Demanded she let him talk…also not normal. Then, as she was about to freak he asked her one simple question. “Do you like me telling you what to do?”
The only answer was yes. With a proviso. “If it’s safe, sane, and consensual for both of us. Yes.”
“Then, my sweet. Cover your eyes. And wait.”
Her heart beat the proverbial twenty to the dozen. Her skin tingled, and her scalp felt like one hundred spiders played the Super bowl on it.
“Molly my love. Will you be mine? Collared sub, wife, the light of my life?”
What could she say?
Thank you so much to all of the authors who participated! I hope you’ll encourage us by letting us know if you would like us to continue our specific stories. Just leave a comment for us in the comment section. We’ll be back March 31st with another one!
As always Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!~Lori