Micro-Fiction: ‘Dirty Martinis’

Friday Flash No. 72 – Red Heart: I’ve missed writing for this flash fiction challenge. Still despite being busy, I decided to ‘just do it’ and write a quick drabble based on the   image prompt . If you like what you read, be sure to leave a comment. Enjoy! ~ B.


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Dirty Martinis

We’d meet in the alley behind our neighborhood bar most Friday nights. Lust and alcohol was our common cocktail, made up of poor decisions that usually ended with my legs spread, and him deep inside me. With him I’m shaken and stirred…pumping, grinding in the semi-darkness.

Ours was a soundtrack of forbidden desire, a slow jam that merged with traffic jams in the inky city night. My husband’s brother did more than tend bar. He filled my ‘glass half empty’, deeply with each pour. Barring an unexpected intervention, I’d always seek that neon sign, where my ‘dirty Martin’ awaits.

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2019 © Beatrix_B | @ThePinkSeam


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Micro-Fiction: ‘Wife’s a Beach’

Friday Flash No. 63 – @LoveIsAFetish: This week’s image prompt conjured up thoughts of a couple’s vacation, where a wife is more likely to relax…and a husband is more likely to get lucky. I hope you enjoy my mini-story! ~ B.


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Wife’s a Beach

He looked down her reclining frame and admired the golden view, anticipating another leisurely trip to the places on her body where the sun didn’t shine. Of all the inconvenient places to get sand, he thought. But it was worth it, escaping to the beach and sinking his body deeply into the wetness before him.

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Micro-Fiction: ‘Feminine Ingenuity’

Friday Flash No. 62 – We Can Do It: Imagine a world where women engineered machines that would lead the way in evening out the playing field with attributes inherent to womankind. That was the idea behind the narrative inspired by this week’s image prompt. If you like what you read, be sure to leave a comment. Enjoy! ~ B.


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Feminine Ingenuity

Management watched, riveted, as the factory version of Rosie5.0 flexed her muscle, effectively controlling its soft machine. This model had the strength of twenty men, yet gently held her test subject suspended in mid-air while her life-like tongue delved between the woman’s splayed legs, demonstrating what mankind had yet to learn—true strength embodied gentleness.

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Short-Fiction: Carside Pickup

The image prompt for Masturbation Monday (#257)—provided by Mx Nillin—fondly reminds me of the kind of sex I miss out on as a singleton. However, the rather lengthy story I wrote this week also served as a reminder that although I don’t have ‘a bird in hand’…I can have a ‘hand in bush’. 😉 ~ B.


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“So…are you going to show me how you jerk off or what?”

I felt kind of stalkerish leaning against Danny’s car, waiting for his shift to end at the 24-diner where he worked as a short-order cook. The highlight of my weekend was sitting across from him at the counter, flirting mercilessly.

I’d be the first to admit that things had gotten a bit out of hand when masturbation came up in conversation. But, the diner had been pretty dead, and we huddled off to ourselves—separated by my ignored plate of cheese fries—and spoke in hushed voices.

When I asked to watch him masturbate some time, his response had been the smug retort,  “Anytime…any place, sweetheart!”

Seeing his surprised response to my bold question, I doubt he thought I’d ever take him up on his offer.

“You mean that wasn’t just sexy banter—you were serious!”

Danny was a tall, lanky guy, not the type I usually found attractive. He wasn’t handsome, but he was funny in a self-depreciating way that was cute. He also had a wicked wit and dirty mind that resulted in double entendres delivered with a cocky smirk.

“I was serious then…and I’m serious now, I said, leaning back against his passenger side, displaying my breasts to their best advantage. He was interested, even if a bit uncertain. Gone were his trademark smirks and relaxed vibe.

“What?! You want me to whip out my cock and go at it right here in the parking lot?” He was a bit incredulous, but his hand went to his fly as he looked around, checking for witnesses.

It was 3 a.m. The parking lot was empty. He was probably going to do it if I didn’t stop him.

“Not this time. Why don’t you take me for a ride instead?”

Hours before, Danny had been calm and collected as he explained how he planned to go home and edge as long as he could stand it. I listened with rapt interest, as I was turned on beyond belief. If his admiring gaze was any indication, he knew it. A quick look down showed my nipples jutting out from my pink tee shirt. I was glad I’d decided to go braless tonight.

Danny spared no detail—sharing the kind of porn he preferred, how he liked to sit, how he held his cock. I grew wet with every sentence he uttered in hushed tones. Danny was just as aroused…if the obvious bulge under his apron was any indication. My mouth became dry as I watched his hand slowly moved over it.

And then a bunch of rowdy college students slammed into the diner, ruining the moment and sending Danny back into the kitchen.

I was quite horny when I set off for home and could think of little else other than Danny slowly stroking his cock in the way he’d described. To be honest, I had every intention of going home and getting off myself, but then I thought about how he’d said anytime, any place…which is how I ended up waiting for his shift to end and for him to answer my question.

“Yeah…okay.” He moved quickly then, as if to open my door before I changed my mind. I’m sure he didn’t get many offers to watch him work his meat outside of the diner…especially not from bossy brunettes with big tits.

Shutting the door after me, he got in on his side and looked me over. The interior light revealed that my too short skirt had lost its battle to contain my tanned, toned thighs, which left my bare legs on display.

“Do you like what you see?”

“Of course I do.”

“Good. You can think of me as a substitute…since you won’t have your porn to inspire you. But, I’m not taking my close off.”

“You being here is inspiration enough,” he said. His voice had gone hoarse. He cleared his throat, “I’m okay with you keeping your clothes on. That’s… kind of hot, actually.” He was looking at my tits when he spoke, and I watched his cock strain against his jeans.

“Glad to hear it!” I smiled in return and looked down at his package. “Now, it’s my turn to say I like what I see. But, I want to see more. Let’s get outta here.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Any lonely road will do.” I smiled. He did his best to adjust his raging hard-on and started the engine.

It didn’t take long for him to find a secluded spot. Even less time to unzip and pull down his jeans and his boxer briefs at my bidding. His cock made a thick, meaty sound as it sprang back and hit his abdomen in his haste. I checked my mouth to make sure I wasn’t drooling.

He was of average size, straight, and meticulously shaved. But, I was especially drawn to his dusky glans, that seemed to grow more bulbous as I stared. I couldn’t help imagining what he’d feel like sliding into my wet pussy. I didn’t try to stifle my low growl, which resulted in him pulsing his cock under my appreciative gaze.

“Holy shit,” he said, tensing, “I think I could come hands-free from you just staring at me and growling like that.”

“I can’t help it. That has to be the sexiest cock I’ve ever seen. If ever there was a cock meant to be admired…it’s yours. I could stare at it for hours.” That was a lie. If I stared at it much longer, I was likely to climb on top of him so that I could feel his swollen head stretch me.

“Shit…if you keep saying things like that, you are going to make me come. Can I stroke for you now…please.”

“Yes.” Within minutes of speaking the words, his left hand went to work on his dick. His fingers shook a bit at first. I imagined it was from a mixture of nervousness and excitement. But, once he got going, there wasn’t anything hesitant about his smooth, slow movements as he used his pointer, middle finger, and thumb to glide up and down his shaft and occasionally rubbing just under his wide head.

My breathing matched his as I watched him and took in the musky smell of his pre-cum within the close confines of his car. Soon, my wetness coated my flimsy panties and oozed beyond to moisten my inner-thighs. My musky scent joined his, filling the car’s interior with the scent of sex.

“Jesus, I can smell how hot this is making you,” he said, leaning in closer towards me, his hand continuing to move over his flesh. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer.” He stopped stroking then, but I could see that he was so close.

He thought to edge longer and put on a show for me. But, I didn’t want him to back off. I needed to see his cum shoot out of him. I wanted to hear his grunts moments before his spunk glazed his chest. I wanted to smell the sharp scent of a man well-satisfied…and I wanted it now.

“No, don’t stop. I want you to come for me—I need you to come for me right now…or I’m going to lose it.” My tone was brisk and demanding due to my heightened state of arousal, but he didn’t seem to mind. He simply did as he was told, this time using his right hand.

He moved quicker now, knowing that the end was near. Without even realizing what I was doing, I began to clench my thighs together and writhe in my seat as his impending orgasm grew near.

“God, watching you is making me so fucking turned on,” I said as the pulsing pressure of my thighs squeezed in against my swollen clit. “But, I want you to come now so I can come with you.”

The desperation in my voice must have sent him over the edge because he came then. His breath caught and his head flew back before he shouted his release, amplified by the car’s interior. Thick ropes of cum spurted out of his cock landing on his shirt and on the driver’s side window. Moments later I felt my own orgasm ripped through my clenched thighs, robbing me of words. As I gasped for air,  I could feel the warm liquid from my orgasm spilling onto his car seat. He was going to have to clean up my cum.

That thought had me smiling into the silence as we both recovered…and then my stomach growled. Danny laughed. “Yeah, you didn’t touch your cheese fries earlier. I guess you were hungry for something else.”

“I suppose I was,” I replied, still smiling as I basked in the waves of dopamine coursing through my body. My stomach growled again…louder this time. “Apparently, I still am. I could go for ‘seconds’.” He laughed again.

“God, I love how greedy you are. How ‘bout I make you breakfast. Then we can talk about seconds.”

“As long as I get to order curbside again.” ■

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Micro-Fiction: Shelly

Wow…it’s been a while since I’ve participated at Masturbation Monday (#253) . However, the lovely image—provided by a frequent ‘tweeter’ I follow who goes by The Other Me —held so much story potential. I went with the first thought that came to mind. How fitting that it happened to be a ‘tongue twister’. (Check out the image to get the joke!) I hope you enjoy my little naughty ‘drabble’.


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She sold her seashell by the seashore, a decision resulting from her husband’s boat never returning to dock. Her prized possession was her milky-white conch whose large, pink interior was fingered often and filled with brine by the many sailors who came to port.

Her husband resented her shell, forced by manliness to never acknowledge how he’d wished a shell of his own. His cruelty grated as he insisted hers was worth a dime a dozen. Yet, her wares brought in much more bounty than his fishing boat ever did…which is why she made sure it capsized at sea. ■

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Micro-Fiction for ‘Horseshoe’

Friday Flash No. 38 – Horseshoe: I’ve been a bit slow getting back into the swing of things. But, here’s a set of 55-word stories involving this week’s image prompt. If you like what you read, be sure to leave a comment. Enjoy! ~ Beatrix_B


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Out of Luck

“Fucking horseshoe pendant!” she swore as the charm caught and shattered her bracelet. “Whatever…I have all the luck I need.” She fixed her tousled hair, readying herself to return to work. He wondered if she realized his seed ran down her bare leg. If it didn’t take this cycle, they’d seriously consider IVF treatments.

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A Gift Horse

“Why do they call him Mr. Ed?” The newest production crew member looked at the actor’s elongated face and thought she knew why. Then he dropped his robe, revealing a huge cock that would need to stay hard on set.

“It’s because of the horseshoe-shaped birthmark on the actor’s ass. Now, get to work, Fluffer.”

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Truly Bucked

Rough sex was to blame for Daniel’s divorce. He’d been so busy fucking his ranch hand, that he didn’t notice that the horseshoe on the wall had tipped over, spilling all of its luck just before it broke the window, Daniel came into a broken condom, and his wife walked in to see it all.

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2018 © Beatrix_B | @ThePinkSeam


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Micro-Fiction: Wedding Keepsake

Friday Flash No. 34 – Vintage Pin: When I saw this week’s image prompt the idea for the 55-word story below immediately came to mind. Unfortunately, I didn’t find time to execute my micro-story until late in the week. Enjoy! ~ Beatrix_B


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Wedding Keepsake

She wore him like a vintage pin on her lapel, long after the pungent scent of him had faded. She’d treasure the dime-sized keepsake of their night behind the reception hall, where his ‘I do’ was for another woman, but his man-dew glistened on her chin. Wet and salty was his lust…and her tears.

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2018 © Beatrix_B | @ThePinkSeam


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Flash Fiction: The Hunter

Writing prompts provided by
Masturbation Monday (#221) and Friday Flash (#33)


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Composite Images: @sexblogofsorts, @more_matters, and Pexel.

Love was the only four-letter word Maven vowed never to speak, despite having named her sex club ‘AMOUR’.  She’d been in love once—or thought she had been. Looking back, she still wasn’t sure.

She’d traveled to Europe to further her religious studies, but found herself skipping class to visit museums. That was how she met Michael.

With the face of an angel and a devil’s charm, he’d been a patient hunter, showering her with words, wine, and candlelight. Well-studied in rhetoric, he plied his skill in a similar manner that pastors mesmerized congregations—except Michael peddled sin as salvation. He’d teased and seduced until on a cold winter’s evening, he hadn’t even needed the hotel room he’d reserved.

He fucked her in an alley against a rusted rail, like a common street whore, and she’d loved every second of it. He’d released her inner bad-girl that night, transformed her with every thrust of his cock.

She’d been so ready for him that her sex should have steamed when he lifted her dress and tore a hole in her tights to reveal her naked and shaven beneath. He didn’t hesitate to sink his fingers into her syrupy warmth.

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“God, woman, you are so wet. There’s no better kind of condensation than this,” he whispered as her loud moans and dirty words floated into the night’s sky.

“Oh…fuck! Don’t stop! Shit…damn…fuck…!” She said, pouting profanities with each thrust. She became the carnal creature she’d hid in the shadows of herself as he pumped two fingers inside her, slowly stretching her. Like a snake, she felt herself shed her skin as he gently ruptured her hymen.

The snowflakes kissed her eyes while he took her mouth, his tongue mimicking his fingers as their breath mingled, melting the snow on her cheeks that mixed with her tears of elation.

“I’ve been dying to do this from the moment I saw you primly standing before that Rodin with raw passion transforming your face.” His voice was rougher now as he turned her, forcing her to bend over the rail.

There was the sound of his zipper then she felt his hard shaft replace his fingers, splitting her, finding her molten core as he took her from behind. His nearness blocked most of the cold as he pumped slowly within her body.

Through squinted eyes, she watched as puffs of water vapor left her lungs laced with words that belied the depravity in her soul. Every wanton aspect was perfectly aligned as her first orgasm shot through her body.

“That’s it…come for me?” She did…over and over in waves as he’d rubbed the pulsing nubbin of flesh at the crest of her sex.

Michael awakened a beast that night. One so powerful, that he alone could not feed it…or tame it. There were other men…other women, but never love. It was lust that fueled her shadowed-self and taught her how to hunt…leaving Michael out in the cold. ■

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Beatrix_B | The Pink Seam © 2018


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Micro-Fiction: Churned Cream

Friday Flash No. 32 – Listen: As always, this week’s image prompt really spurred some interesting story ideas. I decided to go with the strangest one I came up with which reads like historical fiction and involves a butter churn. Enjoy! ~ Beatrix_B

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Churned Cream

From the closet, the scullery maid churned butter, listening to the wet ‘thwacking’ sounds of Cook’s oiled fist as she handled Butcher’s meat in the adjoined pantry. Pumping the plunger with one hand, Maid worked the other between her thighs that she might climax with Butcher. Cook was adamant about the timely delivery of cream.

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Micro-Fiction: ‘Boudoir’ Done Two Ways

Friday Flash No. 31 – Boudoir: There’s nothing simple about a door, which was the  image prompt this week, for one never knows what lies behind it. Still, at #FriFlash, you can expect something at least a little risqué. Hopefully, my somber stories fit the bill. Enjoy! ~ Beatrix_B

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Leather-Bound Lust

Her boudoir library consisted of two leather-bound volumes he’d handwritten for her. Inside were accounts of their mutual sexual depravities. She knew each page by heart, a small solace in his absence. Only by sliding her wet pussy back and forth over the rounded spines did she come alive, his words penetrating her mind anew.

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A Closed Door

They met on social media and fashioned a lust-filled boudoir from their private messages. He had her in every way imaginable— on far off planets, in bowling alley bathrooms, upon his unmade bed….

Then he vanished like a mirage, taking his words—their words — leaving no trace of what they’d been.

She’d known he was a man made of shadows. But in their darkened corner of the internet — he’d attempted to share her light, to be as majestic as she believed him to be… until darkness reclaimed him.

With one last look at what they’d built, she closed the door.

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