Solace – FFF

watcher looking through an old elevator grating gate at a couple having sex in the elevator

Image credit: Justin Mongroo


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:


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5 thoughts on “Solace – FFF

  1. A very interesting take on sex and the picture. I like your story in spite of the sad undertones.

  2. despite his illness, I’m glad he has the ability to jerk off and watch. “Solace son.” I love that last line.

  3. So much packed into a few words because the few well chosen words packed so much meaning.


  4. Oh, another dark one, I like that. Happy is so over rated…..

  5. Intriguing premise for your story. I can honestly say such a thing never occurred to me, but it makes perfect sense. I love the way the third was consistently referred to as “prop” or “prop cock”. Kind of dehumanizing, but I’ve got to think that he didn’t mind.