Flash Friday (Fuck me senseless) Fiction
Ahhh.
Non.
Ah oui mon amour.
Prende moi… maintenant !
Fuck ! Things shouldn’t be this difficult in life. Didn’t you see the weather repot?
There we were. Trapped. My love with me.
Good god, save me. I pray to you my lord. No, seriously. I pray for this storm to last. I grasp, I plead, I beg to you Grace… deliver me. Take me, body, soul, life.
Let the rain purge my sin while I find new ways to define what sin means.
I began to pray again…
Dear god of storms, let this man, my love, my life be reborn when he enters me during your thundering rain.
Give me this.
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July 9, 2010 at 11:14 pm
Welcome back, Cate! Well done, very intense. Happy FFF!
July 10, 2010 at 1:48 pm
Sinning. Lovely!!
July 12, 2010 at 2:30 pm
The taste of sin is a unique one, isn’t it? I note you sinned anew by not providing the key phrase, too. When shall I provide your spanking?
Seriously, this was a totally delightful read. I loved the line about purging sin while redefining what it meant.
Thanks for playing this week, Cate. And welcome back.
– PB
July 12, 2010 at 9:39 pm
Great minds think alike on the subject of praying for rain. Or in this case, one great mind (you) and one addled mind (me). There is something wonderfully purgative about doing things in the rain, isn’t there? Loved it.
July 12, 2010 at 11:09 pm
very poetic, very well done.