Flash Fiction Friday 2022 – Week 1
Flash Fiction Friday continues in 2022. New pieces appearing every Friday on my Patreon throughout the year. Minimum pledge $3 per month. Find out what they’re all about and read some excerpts from the latest update in this post.
Excerpts
Any Moment Now
The hybrid emerged from the closed-off heated pool. a mane of red hair cascading over her dark shoulders. Drops of water glistened like diamonds on her impossible silhouette that defied both Physics and gravity. No pictures or tales of yore could ever do her any justice. For lack of a better word, she was simply…
“Perfect,” Henry said, eyes glued to the thick dividing glass panel, “but how did you do this?” he asked his friend and former lab partner, Thomas. “I thought the tech was lost in The Great Purge.”
“Buried and forgotten, yes, but never lost,” the blonde-haired entrepreneur whose distinctive trait was one big serrated scar running diagonally from the middle of his forehead to his lower lip replied. “It’s been in our possession for years now, and we’ve learned to perfect it ever since.”
“Perfect it how?”
(…)
Pantheon
Edgar cracked his knuckles and confronted the blank Microsoft Word document that had been mocking him for the last half an hour. Of all the tasks Mistress Lynn had assigned him over the last couple of months, this was supposed to be the easiest of all, and yet it was giving him a run for his money. The task consisted of writing
“… something about the women that matter the most in your life, not counting myself. Two or three sentences about each one should suffice. I expect to see your report in my e-mail inbox before the end of the day. Get to it, pet!”
“Yes, Mistress,” he responded enthusiastically. A little typing exercise came as a nice change of pace after all the hard work she had put him through the week before.
(…)
Preliminary Talk
Mallory Owens, Dr. Carruthers’ secretary, left her workstation and approached the sad-looking, balding man hunching in the farthest corner of the waiting room. His name was Dan, this was his first consultation, and the data on his preliminary file told a tale of utter distress and woe. Looking at him with gentle blue eyes, she said,
“Hello. I’m sorry this is quite unexpected and not professional at all, but when I saw you here all alone, I had to come talk to you. Please don’t be scared. I want you to know you’re not alone in your plight, okay? I know exactly how you feel.
“Now, you probably heard this a million times before, and it’s understandable if you think I’m just running off at the mouth here, but I meant every word.
(…)
Restraint
Stella glanced over her naked shoulder, guiding her slave in the way she wanted to be worshipped that day.
“A little lower now… right there, that’s the spot! Now, work your tongue and don’t stop until you’re completely numb, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the wrinkled woman replied, eyes feasting on the pure perfection of her Nubian curves. To be in the presence of a living deity was more than she deserved, and she knew it.
“Good,” Stella smirked. Power suited her like a second skin, and she would stop at nothing to wield it.
(…)
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