She came every week, same day, same time. He counted on it. But she brought a different man every time. That was important: just props.
He waited for the creaking of the decrepit stairs as they climbed to his floor. Where the antique elevator was frozen. Where the porphyria imprisoned him indoors.
She and prop cock stepped into the elevator car, pulling the iron grate gate shut. He padded silently to a spot where she and he could see each other, but prop could not.
Clothes shed, she eased her dripping pussy back onto prop’s fat cock, eyes locked on him. He savagely pumped his own prick as she braced herself and mouthed to him: “Solace, son.”
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Your challenge for today was to use the picture above, and to write a flash fiction piece of 117 words or less, excluding the title. Additionally, I provided this key word to be used somewhere in the story:
If you are playing along this week, please leave your link below using the widget you see. Your link will appear in the widget itself, not in the comments, so everyone that’s playing will be listed here below. Go check them out, and thanks to all who played along. Authors: remember that you may choose to put in a general link to your blog, or a specific link to your fiction post. I recommend a specific link so that readers passing through days, weeks, or months from now will go straight to the story.
- The Bacchanalia, The Butler and The Blindfold – FFF (ramthesunlover.com)
- Kentucky Honey – FFF (ramthesunlover.com)
- Every Man’s Fantasy – FFF (ramthesunlover.com)