Friday, September 11

Hardhat on the Bedpost (FFF#3)












He sees me watching him from the balcony and tips his hat like a gentleman out of Jane Austen.

He can be a gentle man. Or.... he can slip into my bed - always unpredictable - his taste salty, his voice sweet and his desire spicy and urgent. His work-hardened hands delivering spanks that transform pain into passion. His insistent lips bruising my flesh. Teeth nibbling, nipping. Legs pressing, parting. Masterful fingers exploring and claiming.

I don't ask him when he'll return.
He simply arrives.
Tool belt in the entry.
Jeans in the hallway.
Hardhat on the bedpost.
My man inside me.

9 comments:

Mina said...

Very good Meow, love the punchy short sentences especially at the end, adds impact.

Enjoyed it very much.

Mina

Spanky said...

Super! This is hot! I loved it!

selkie said...

this is sweet, hot and spicy but gives you a warm feeling, lovely job!

Anonymous said...

I like the mystery of when he will pop into your life and into your bed... ummmm me thinks me likes it...

Daisychain said...

WOW, Meow, you have a real talent for this type of writing, WELL DONE! verrry HOT! Hugs n love, Daisy xxx

ronnie said...

Mmmm Meow, lovely one, hot.

Thanks.

Have a good weekend

Love.
Ronnie
xx

Measha said...

Absolutely Yummy! I loved every word!

Meow said...

Thanks all for the kind comments! It was fun! Meow

Mrs M said...

Loved this flash fiction Meow, and there is definitely something incredibly sexy about a a builder with no shirt on and a hard hat!

Actually strike that, I think there is something sexy about a builder who looks just like that with a hard hat on and only a hard hat on lol!

Mrs M