Friday Flash Fiction - Rain

Rain fell against the bedroom window, tapping out a sexy rhythm the lovers moved too. Every thrust and withdrawal timed to match the slow sound of the Angel’s weeping. The writer in her ached to put words to the perfectness of the moment. Hot, sweaty, furious, pounding, delectable…. The woman she was begged the writer to shut up and enjoy the moment. Live outside her head for now and feel the highs her husband was taking her too. They had so little time left. Time she needed to say goodbye. She prayed the rain would continue long enough for her to wash away the pain and loss of their end.

Friday Flash Fiction - Dances

“Damn you, AnnaMarie,” Baylomb bellowed. “Shift!”
The juice pouring into her body moved her limbs in an obscene sort of sexual dance. One he controlled, while her mind grasped the last thread of her humanity. He would not win.
“Don’t make me increase the voltage, my dear.”
“f-f-f… eww”
“Fine, have it your way. Increasing to 440 volts.”
Thank the gods he didn’t know the real secret to a dragon shift lie not in the pain of the electricity coursing through her, but in the after spark of pleasure the white heat left in her muscles.

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