They
say a picture is worth a thousand words, but on Flasher Fiction Friday, it's worth a hundred, no
more, no less. Enjoy my entry, then follow the link to read how other
writers have interpreted the same image.
My entry is actually a peek into an event that happened between two characters one of my works in progress - Dirty Secrets and Designer Heels. |
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Slyly, Beau cut his eyes
at Marcus, dragging his fingertips suggestively down his bare chest.
Goddammit, the rich
bastard was just taunting him.
Being the scholarship
kid was easier since he and Beau had fist-fought their way to friendship, but
one day, he was gonna fuck the heir-apparent to this damn city, Marcus vowed, picturing Beau on his knees, his
blue eyes filled with something besides arrogance and Marc’s hard cock
replacing that silver spoon in his mouth.
Marcus grinned cockily;
a warning and a promise.
His heart pounded like
the Atlantic against The Battery when Beau smiled back.
That was really clever, Eden. Very nice ending
ReplyDeleteGreat post, love your way with words!
ReplyDeleteOh, now that's just plain sexy! Great Flasher. Well done!
ReplyDeleteNice! Replace the spoon in his mouth with his cock. It just doesn’t get any sexier than that. Beautiful blog spot, by the way. :)
ReplyDeleteOh that gave me a huge smile!
ReplyDeleteOh I just love it!!! I bet Marcus won't be teased for too long now, and Beau will get just what he deserves!
ReplyDeleteGreat post
Excellent FFF post. I'm so glad you joined in all the fun!!!
ReplyDeleteNice! Love this post!
ReplyDeleteDamn that promise is smokin', Eden! ;)
ReplyDeleteOh wow! Very good FFF. Loved it!
ReplyDeleteYUM! Love it. This was was great!
ReplyDeleteVery sexy, nicely done!
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I took one look at the banner picture on this Blog and my heart started pounding like the Atlantic against the battery. I almost forgot to read the FFF post - almost. This is a hottie, just like Beau. Very well done.
ReplyDeleteHot, spicy, and wow!
ReplyDeleteWow. Intense. Nice FFF!
ReplyDeleteGreat post!
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