Time stands still… please!

OMG.  Where has this year gone.  I can’t believe it’s already 1 February 2015…   Time is moving way too fast for me!

For someone who is also trying to hold down a full time job, I’ve got way too many projects on the go and tomorrow we’re about to start some home improvements which are sure to add another level of chaos to life.   So I wanted to take this opportunity to live in the moment, so to speak and give you another little snippet for your reading pleasure.

This is another flash fiction I wrote for an online competition (Sinful Sunday at http://www.rebeccagraceallen.com).

Take a moment and enjoy!

She didn’t know how much time had passed since she had entered the room. She had no sense of how long he had watched her. But she knew this wasn’t about her. She presented herself for his pleasure.

Taking a deep breath she sank further into the quiet. She felt the net of her stockings cut into her knees, the soft leather of the couch beneath her hands. She felt the heavy leather of the cuffs that confined her wrists, the cool of the satin that covered her eyes. She felt the soft lace that cupped her breasts and hid her centre.  Soft lace that she could feel becoming wet as her arousal flowed, lubricious, between her legs.

Beautiful,” he murmured from across the room. “Are you going to come for me just like that?”

“Yes Sir,” she whispered, giving herself over to the sensations of his eyes on her body and his vibrator humming inside her. She braced herself, locking her elbows and focusing her attention on that place deep inside. It didn’t take long.

“That’s it,” she heard him mutter, as she broke apart with a shudder and a lewd moan. “Come for me.”

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