I've recently joined a group of writers who flex their writing muscles every Friday by writing a bit of 100-word (no more!!) flash fiction, based on a picture posted for inspiration. Here, lovelies, is my first attempt!
Magic means Brennan and Sarayana. I just had an excellent guest post on sex magic here. So I give you my first 99 words of flash erotic fiction.
Damp air danced like electricity on sweat-soaked body; naked
flesh radiating heat and energy. Brennan, chanting, stroked himself, staving
off climax until the sex-charged magic reached its height—the wizard's erection throbbed,
his cock twitched—
Finally the spell took hold and the energy erupted from him;
he took himself over the edge, stroking himself hard to orgasm and gasping out
loud as he came into his hand.
In the silence afterward, he heard Sarayana moving close. One
wing closed around his drenched, naked body. The dragon nuzzled him and he
curled up against her warm hide to find sleep.
