For
today’s Sunday Snog, I’ve got an impromptu bit of flash fiction
inspired by my recent visit to Scarborough for the fabulous Smut by
the Sea conference. One of the great things about an event like this
is that you don’t have to hide. You can be your deviant self and
nobody will bat an eyelash. Indeed, in my Victorian costume—long
black velvet skirt, frilly high-necked blouse, a cameo at my throat
and a rose in my hair—I was far less extreme than many of my
esteemed colleagues. Where else could I read an explicit excerpt
(from Rajasthani Moon) about anal training using graduated
butt plugs and elicit polite applause?
The
kiss below didn’t happen. Indeed, the characters don’t exist,
except as bits and pieces of people I met at the event. But I hope I’ve
captured the ambience, the sense of acceptance, freedom and yes,
erotic possibility, I felt that day.
For more kisses, visit Sunday Snog Central and your hostess there, the lovely Victoria Blisse.
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She
dressed like a whore. She wrote like an angel. My cock still ached, a
full fifteen minutes after she’d finished reading her excerpt, a
searing vignette about an anonymous fuck under a railway bridge. I
had to pee, though, and we only had a ten minute break before the
burlesque performance. By contemplating the the long, slow train ride
that awaited me at the day’s end, I managed to get my equipment to
subside—until I got to the unisex loo and discovered her ahead of
me in line.
You
know how it is in bathroom queues. You’re too embarrassed to talk.
You look at the dripping faucet, or out the window, or at your shoes.
In this case, I couldn’t stop myself from staring at her ample
tits, so artfully exposed by her corset-style top. She’d pasted her
name tag across the bare skin of her left breast. Asking to be ogled.
She
noticed my focus of attention and flashed me a lascivious grin.
Mortified, I dropped my gaze to her black patent-leather stiletto
heels. They only contributed to my swollen discomfort. Shifting to
her shapely, stocking-clad legs or the hemline of her leather
miniskirt didn’t help either. Finally, I looked into her
startlingly green eyes.
“Tom,
isn’t it?” My name tag had gone missing early in the day; how did
she know me? “I read your short story collection a couple of
months ago. Brilliant!”
“Um—gee—ah,
thanks.” We authors are so articulate. “I—um—your reading was
amazing, Isabella.” The act of voicing her name drew my attention
back to her annotated bosom. Damn. I swear those tits winked
at me. “Amazing. I want you to know—I’m a huge fan of your
work...”
“That’s
so sweet.” She stepped closer. Her patchouli scent swirled around
me. My cock screamed for release. “I’m always so pleased to
learn that my writing has the desired effect.” Her plump
hand, with rings on every finger, fluttered downward to settle on the
lump in my groin.
I
sucked in my breath. Was I going to have to walk around for the rest
of the day with a wet patch on my jeans?
Then
she leaned in to plant her purple-painted lips on mine. I tasted tea
and peppermint. I smelled the ocean. Gulls swooped and reeled in my
chest. Her tongue flickered into my mouth—oh my God, was it
pierced?—as she pressed her pillowy breasts against my tee
shirt and ground her leather-covered crotch against my straining
cock. I’m screwed, I thought, but dizzy with lust, kissing
the sultry, inspired Isabella Black, I really didn’t care.
The
bolt on the loo door clicked. Bella stepped backward, swaying on
those fuck-me heels, just as the current occupant emerged. I didn’t
recognize her, a petite, matronly woman with wild curls wearing a
Victorian outfit, but she looked startled to see us. Only later did I
discover my cheeks were smeared with plum-colored lipstick.
Bella
Black leaned against the wall, crossing one trim ankle over the
other, and smiled like the devil. She ran one scarlet fingernail down
along my distorted zipper. “You can go first, Tom,” she purred.
“I think you need it more.”
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