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MICRO MONDAY, FLASH FICTION, VALENTINE’S DAY

In The Moment

Flash fiction in exactly 100 words

Before I fix my gaze on the floor, I take one last look at him and smile. I lower myself to my knees, lean forward and rest on my hands. One deep cleansing breath removes a weight from my shoulders. My love for him lifts me up, makes me feel light.

I’m in the moment.

I am.

I crawl towards him. Slow. Savoring every minute, I feel the tension build, the distance shrink. His eyes beckon me. My nipples are hard, my cunt wet.

But, sex is not in my thoughts.

I’m not thinking at all.

I just… am.

His.

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Another flash tale by M. E. de los Establos

Microfiction
Valentines Day
Kneeling
Fiction
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