Tag: Lesbian Flash Fiction

[Erotica] Behold the Brat

This is Part 4 of what is my Friday Flash serial. Please check out Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 as well. They are all 500 words or under, so nice quick reads for you. 


sculpture-with-rabbit-earsI woke the following day and as romantic as it would be to say I spent my time watching her sleep, I actually spent be moments before she woke marvelling at the myriad of photographs placed around her room. I was looking at one of a strange rabbit man riding pillion on a horse statue when I heard her voice behind me.

‘So … that was all a little unexpected!’

I couldn’t hold back my laughter, and it was through continuing chortles that I replied.

‘Sorry, what? You were the one who whispered ‘let’s go back to mine and do the bathroom thing again’ in my ear, how can you not have been expecting that.’

‘Oh don’t get me wrong, I was expecting us to fuck, but I wasn’t expecting you to be so … Dominant.’

‘Oooh .. that … yeah, I must admit I do love that!’

‘Ha! No shit Sherlock.’

I raise my eyebrow in her direction, and can feel a familiar feeling rising within me. It’s been a long time since I had a kink dynamic of any kind, but something about her was giving me some very Toppy feels and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had some background kinkiness herself.

‘Are you complaining? Or just being plain ungrateful?’

‘Neither!’ She said in mock horror. ‘I swear, but if you think I’ve been a bad girl, then I’m open to hearing your solutions for that.’

She looked at me defiantly, she was definitely goading me, and it was quite clear she was one hell of a brat. Luckily I am keen brat-tamer and while I didn’t want to take things too far without a clear discussion and some negotiation, I was willing to test the waters a little.

‘Get on the bed then.’

That defiant look remained and her feet did not move an inch. I brought my body close to hers, we’d slept naked and our breasts touched, both our chests moving rapidly as the sexual chemistry moved between us. With my mouth against her ear I whispered her three choices, instinct already telling me which option she’d take.

‘Walk out of the bedroom, make us coffee and we will leave this behind us. Get on the bed and take your punishment like a good girl, or have me drag you there by your hair.’

I heard her stifle a giggle, her feet remained in place though, her eyes sparkling with mischief and delight. I wrapped my hand in her hair and tugged, she gasped, one I knew to be from pleasure not pain, now she moved, giggling all the while and stirring up a deep, long forgotten need within me.

She tumbled against the mattress and onto her back, eyes shining up at me, she looked triumphant. I was going to enjoy swapping that look and replacing it with one of ruination and depravity.

Our adventure was about to take a very debauched turn and I for one, could not wait.


I can’t stress enough how much fun I am having with Friday Flash, I am choosing to try and weave the prompts in, it’s part of the challenge I’m setting myself but you don’t have too. Why not write 500 steamy words yourself and get involved.

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[Erotica] Down at the Duck Pond

This is part 3 of my continuing Friday Flash tale, I’ll be honest and say I have no idea where it’s going, I’m just enjoying seeing where the prompt take me each week and keeping their adventure to 500 words. This week is a little less erotic, and it might need Part 1 The Cute Girl and the Pastry and Part 2 Life is Beautiful for it to make any sense. 

My featured images usually come from Pixabay, unless they are clearly of me. For this post though I am using a photo that I took myself. 


‘Pick your poison’ she said, thrusting a list of non-alcoholic cocktails into my hand.

‘My treat. I’ve got a surprise coming too.’

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Image by F Dot Leonora

Jo had settled herself at the same table we’d sat at less than week ago. After she’d taken my order, ‘The Vagilante’ was to be my cocktail of choice, she busied herself at the counter until she returned, drinks in hand and a delightful platter of tasty morsels.

‘I felt bad taking you away from you pastry last time we were here and I wanted to make up for it.’

I grinned from ear to ear, no one had ever done something so thoughtful for me. I didn’t have the heart to tell her I’d managed to retrieve it.

Our time together was so wonderful that I hadn’t noticed the hours slipping away, so when she announced it was time to go I was inwardly, and it seems outwardly, crestfallen.

‘Don’t look so sad, you’re coming too.’

‘Oh okay!’

My daft and goofy grin was back, she responded in kind though and took my hand in her as we left the cafe.

‘Where are we going?’

‘On an adventure!’

I thought I knew the city inside out, but she took me on walk through hidden parts I had never discovered before. We talked about art, well she talked I listened, because it was fascinating hearing her thoughts on the matter. Every now and then we’d reach a place that she wanted to take pictures of, or somewhere she wanted to tell me about. I spent of lot of time listening and watching, simply enjoying being with her.

When we reached on of my favourite places, it was my turn to do the talking. We had by complete chance ended up at one of my favourite nature spots,the prettiest duck pond the city had to offer. We sat beside each other on the grass, and I told her all the facts I knew about ducks and we giggled as we watched them waddle and quack.

‘You’re such a dork Cam, I think I might always love that about you.’

I was startled by her honesty and her use of ‘that word’, she was unperturbed by it though and I realised what a lovely thing it was she had said, as my mind tried to unpick and scrutinise any and all meaning from her sentence, she spoke again, entirely interrupting my train of thought.

‘Do you know what else I love?’

‘Um .. no, I don’t.’

‘That thing we did in the bathroom on the first day we met.’

‘Oh yes, I loved that too. So much so that I’ve actually done it few times since. On my own though, so it wasn’t quite the same.’

She laughed so hard at my confession that I thought she might pass out, tears streamed from her eyes, but when she finally composed herself, she kissed me firm on the lips and whispered an offer into my ear that I definitely couldn’t resist.


If you want to know what Jo whispered to Cam then you will just have to wait until next week. In the meantime check out the other Friday Flash submissions via the link below.

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[Erotica] Life is Beautiful

On Monday I discussed in my Masturbation Monday post how I am trying to challenge myself as a writer. There are certain things I rarely so as a writer. I rarely if ever name my characters, and I am not great at writing pieces that follow on from one another. I thought my recent involvement in #friflash might be a really good place to stretch myself with regards to those things and it would be remiss of me not to mention that F Dot Leanora who runs the prompt, actually is one of the people who inspired me to give this a go. 

Again I ask you to bear with me while I flex my creative muscles. Things may not always be as well rounded as some of my previous pieces, but I hope over time they will start to become better as I familiarise myself with new ways to write. 

This piece follows on from last weeks Friay Flash The Cute Girl and The Pastry.


My hands shook as I dialled her number. I could have sent a text, but I couldn’t handle waiting for a response. Plus I wanted to hear her voice, and I needed to hear the tone with which she responded to my question.

She answered quickly, sure and clear with her hello, the unknown number didn’t fluster her like it would have done me.

‘Hi .. it’s .. errr, me .. from the cafe.’

‘Oh hello errrmefromthecafe. I’m so happy you called.’

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[Erotica] The Cute Girl and The Pastry

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Image by F Dot Leanora

Her hands move deftly, caressing her camera like a lover. I watch enthralled as she captures the fair lady’s face with her lens. All too soon she is on the move, and my eyes fall to the mural of Audrey Hepburn that so appealed to her.

She’s cute and I’m a coward. My feet betray me though and follow her into the cafe adjacent to the mural. Most seats are taken, with many patrons choosing to stand as they chat and devour delicious pastries. She however has found a seat, at a table for two.

Camera in hand she flicks through the images she has taken, her facial expressions mesmerise me as she reviews the images she has procured.

In another lapse of being myself, I ask if the seat at her table is free. It is. I am sitting with the cute girl wondering how to eat a pastry in front of her with getting crumbs in my hair or spilling coffee down my blouse.

Unexpectedly she looks at me, perhaps into me? She makes my insides burn, my outsides too. I’m blushing hard. I should speak, but while she is looking at me at I can barely breathe let alone form coherent sentences.

‘Do you always follow girls into cafes?

‘No?’

I answer it in a questioning tone, kicking myself for not saying something smooth like ‘only the cute ones’, but why be cool when I can be a dork. Apparently that’s her thing though and she bursts out laughing.

‘Well when you know for certain could you let me know? I don’t want to be one of many, but I could be down with being an exception.’

The sparkle in her eyes is wicked.

This is confirmed when she stands up, takes my hand and leads me away. I leave my pastry behind without question. Who am I today?

We are in the ladies bathroom before I know it. Which isn’t always classy, but today it is the greatest adventure.

Her lips are on mine, soft and inviting. Our breasts are touching, clothes from an infuriating barrier, but still it feels amazing. My fingers snake into her hair and she moans, and I think I could come from that sound alone. I come, that’s true, but not from that. I come when her own fingers slip underneath my soaked panties and find in lightening speed that spot that makes the world blur and my body convulse with pleasure.

My hands fall to my side, the wall supports my weight as she steps back from me, the wicked sparkle in her eyes remains. In seconds her camera is back in her hands, she takes my picture and before I can object she has kissed me on the cheek and fled, leaving me bereft and wishing I had her number.

Thankfully my skirt had pockets, which is rare and awesome, and cute girl had business cards.

My pastry was still on the table too.

A great adventure indeed.


This is my first time getting involved with F Dot Leonora’s Friday Flash prompt. Writing less is not my comfort zone but I loved the challenge and hope to do more. Why not give it a go yourself and see what wonderful tales you can create in 500 words or less.

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