MICRO MONDAY, Suggestive Flash Fiction

Sublime

The lightest brush of a feather against my clit. Micro Monday

Zac was right, the track he’s playing me is sublime: intense, trippy progressive psytrance but with its fast, pounding bassline swarmed by metallic tones, and subtle, cleverly woven melodic threads creating a gossamer net to buoy my mind. I feel like a spider, waiting excitedly as a feast of robotic flies descends onto my web.

Only the vocal sample is bothering me because it hovers on the edge of hearing, a whisper that tickles my mind like the lightest brush of a feather against my clit.

Wow! I don’t know where that image came from. Zac’s still waiting for my thoughts; I definitely shouldn’t share that one!

The rhythm changes again, but it’s the same vocal. Is it louder now? I can almost make it out. “That’s so hot,” maybe? If it is, the lyrics are appropriate, because this track makes me feel hot. It’s probably a subconscious reaction: memories of EarthPsycle 2019 in Sydney, the last time I lost myself to dance before the world went crazy. Hundreds of sweaty, practically naked people, all crammed together under canvas. I’m only half-dressed now, so my mind probably feels it’s back in that tent, and it thinks my body is hot.

My body is hot. Why am I covering it up? Even half-dressed is too dressed; I should be naked. I can’t stop listening, though; this track is so sublime! But if I can’t take my top off, I can at least let my pussy breathe.

I wish I had wireless headphones. I’m having to practically straddle my laptop to take my knickers off.

Oh shit, I’m on a Zoom call with Zac! He can see this!

Well, that’s okay. It would be a shame for a pussy this hot to go unappreciated. I’ll lie back and spread my legs wider. If anyone deserves to see me this way it’s Zac: we’ve been friends forever, he helps me out so much, and he might be the only guy I know who I’ve never fucked. I don’t know why. He’s geeky, but he’s hot.

So hot.

Zac’s so hot.

And he’s watching me.

“I wish you were here, Zac. I wish it was you doing this.”

My finger brushes my clit, light as a feather.

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