Here is a list of all the authors flashing this week, along with a brief snippet from their latest free work. Click the link after the snippet to be taken to the complete story on the author’s home page.
This week we welcome a new flasher – Jim Dunaway to our group.
It’s All in the Tips #9: by; A.R. Von:
Our eyes meet and a spark alights in his pupils. His touch…even though it’s just a light brush of his fingers against my flesh, feels incredible. I can’t begin to explain the heat that’s traveling from his digits to the tips of my ears, straight to my erotic core. My pussy is fluttering and soaked to the point I feel it cooling against my panties.
I wouldn’t be surprised if there’s eventually a wet spot on my jeans.
So turned on and unknowing of what I should do. I cross and uncross my legs. Trying to relieve some of the tingles accumulating…
Trouble Comes in Threes – #5: by; M.A. Church:
A sweet scent teased my senses. I sniffed, trying to place that aroma. It reminded me of a burning candle I’d smelled at some little gift shop I’d been in long ago… Cinnamon. That’s what the smell was. And oh God, it smelled really, really good. The blood headed south, my cock going hard immediately. I didn’t mean just everyday hard, but more like pound rocks to gravel hard. The last time I stood at attention this fast was… puberty? A fucking long time ago.
Matter of fact, why let this go to waste? I kicked the sheet off and grasped my cock, stroking quickly.
My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker, CH 12: by Andrew Q. Gordon:
Filled with adrenaline, Alex ran faster than he’d remembered. Fear drove him in a reckless dash across campus. Using his full powers, he abandoned two plus years of anonymity and proclaimed his presence in a blaze even a blind demon or helcor could have seen.
But free from the constraints on his power, he could sense his enemies – and his fellow Helsin – for the first time since he began college. The rush of sensory impulses threatened to overwhelm him after being ‘blind’ for so long. Hiding himself and the necessary loss of his ability to detect even his own kind had been a necessary requirement for attending a human school. He hadn’t realized how much he missed the lost feelings until now.
Constants and Variables, Part III: by Sarah Hayes:
Desmond Hume has two constants. His X and his Y. Penelope Widmore and Daniel Faraday. One is safe at home. The other is lost, thirty years plus from where they should be. There is an island that can move through time, and a organization that’s tapping into that island’s power. In the future, there will be a hatch, with a computer counting down towards its own inevitable destruction. But not if something can be done.
Desmond Hume is no hero, but he’s going to save the world. He’s going to save his constants. It’s a job he’s gotten used to.
Controller – Chapter 23 : by Jon Keys:
Jamie and Michael were making out, and they weren’t being subtle. Michael had his hand down the back of Jamie’s shorts while Jamie was dry humping Michael. We’d started out watching television, but they had moved to kissing and pawing. Somehow the action had gotten to the point where I thought they were going to be fucking in front of me any minute. They seemed oblivious that anyone else was in the room.
The worst part, I was hard as a rock and watching them more than the TV. Moans, sighs and the sounds of wet kisses filled the room. I could see the lump of Michael’s hand sliding up and down Jamie’s ass. It paused and a second later Jamie moaned loud enough to rattle the walls.
Sealed in Stone #30: by Tali Spencer:
“Oh. Fuck.” Blood, so much blood. Blood like a carpet. Bodies like stones. Willem tried to pull Torrey back into the tunnel, behind the hanging they’d had to push aside, but the other youth pushed past him and all but pulled him out of the opening. The corridor around them was silent.
“They’re not all Cyrrhi’s.” Torrey sounded terrified, but he seemed to be thinking clearly. His gaze skipped from warrior to warrior, seeing details Willem missed. All he saw was the blood and the gaping wounds, severed limbs and tangled entrails. “Another queen gained entrance.”
“Through the tunnel?”
“Let’s go back.” Willem didn’t like this place. Too much blood, too much death, and it stank of the nomari.
Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Ten: by Julie Lynn Hayes:
First order of business—where?
That was actually a no-brainer. For what they had in mind, no public place would do. Not even a dive like the Rusty Heifer. So Dallas’ apartment it was.
The when was trickier. Dallas wanted to do it on a night when neither he nor Campbell worked. How embarrassing to have to leave in the middle of one’s interrogation.
Sorry, dude, gotta work. To be continued.
Myths, Secrets and Love 15: by Elyzabeth M. Valey:
“Let’s try this again.” The dragon lord smiled mischievously. “Welcome to my home, Rodric Belavue. I hear you are looking for help. Perhaps, we can be of assistance.”
Rodric narrowed his eyes at the Dragon Lord’s mocking tone. This was not boding well. Sighing, he braced himself to reveal all. While bathing and redressing, he’d been allowed a moment of solitude. In the end, he’d decided that he had nothing to lose by telling the dragon the truth. His only options were to be eaten or to reveal all.
“I am looking for a friend and I need help to get to another plane.”
Return to Aurora: Micah’s Story: by Larry Benjamin:
I was late, the last to arrive, I knew, but I had to make sure the animals were fed and walked and settled before closing up the shelter for the night. It was my birthday weekend, and the start of the summer season.
I saw my dads in the distance strolling down the beach hand-in-hand, passing a bottle of champagne between them. They always seemed complete within themselves, yet they had opened their circle of love to encompass us, their three adopted children.
I’d been the last to be adopted.
Cyan – Ch 2: by Nephylim:
“Would you like a coffee?” Robin asked, as Cyan sat down.
“No thank you. Coffee isn’t good for me. I get hyper.”
“What about tea then? Hot chocolate? Or a cold drink? Coke?”
Cyan stared at him wide eyed, and Gillian’s glare intensified, but Robin didn’t care. He was already on his feet and it was suddenly very important he bought somethingfor Cyan.
“Okay,” Cyan said, nodding. “I like hot chocolate. With cream?”
“I don’t know if they have cream, but I’ll ask.”
Cyan beamed and something about it gave Robin a fuzzy feeling inside.
Lost Inside: Chapter 14: by Cia Nordwell:
Benny kept muttering under his breath. He climbed into bed, though. Yuri’s smile morphed into a giant yawn. “I’m tired.”
“Shut off the light, and we’ll go to sleep. You have more tests tomorrow.”
Yuri paused. “With the guys from today?” He couldn’t remember their names, but he remembered the white coats. “It was a long day.”
“Yes, with Dr. Poinyard and Dr. Vancould. Bashta and Ellis will be there too.” Benny smooshed the pillow under his head. Yuri turned off the light.
He lay back down beside his mate.
Yuri tilted his head up. “No.” Benny’s face
Ghalib’s Decision, Part 3: by Grace R. Duncan:
“I want you to talk to someone for a few moments. If what I suspect is correct, he will know and then I may be able to help you.”
“Help me?” Ghalib shook his head, still lost.
“Yes. But don’t worry.” Teman smiled at him then turned and knocked.
The door opened to one of the men that had been another personal slave of the malik the year before. “Teman!” he called, pulling Teman into the room and forcing Ghalib to let go of Teman’s hand.
Jordan’s Second Chance – #1.2: by TC Collins:
“Stop! Don’t drop that!” Wynter Silvous screamed, hurrying toward the movers and grabbing the box before it hit the ground.
Wynter glared up at the careless man and vowed not to tip him. That box was filled with his grandmother’s keepsakes. She would skin him alive if he let anything happen to it. Their house—the house that he’d grown up in had burned down. The police said it was electrical issue. The loss of the house had devastated Wynter and his grandmother, Kailyn Silvous. It was the only memories he’d had of his parents before they were killed by a drunk driver when he was five.
Hope – Chapter 25: by Chris T. Kat:
Shane blinked at me from unfocused eyes, and I pretended nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Marisa played along, although her expression resembled a bust—cold and emotionless.
“We’re heading out now,” I said to Shane as I pulled at his ears. “We’re going to get those dragon scales, so you can be human again.”
Shane lost all sleepiness. He wiggled in my arms, and his tail thumped against my belly in a frenzied motion. Despite the seriousness of the situation—and the light belly-ache I’d developed in the last few minutes—I smiled.
Sunrise: by Victoria Adams:
Her attention snagged by the delighted tone of J’dol’s voice, Sian glanced over to see what excited him. He held a bottle of wine in one hand and a beer in the other.
“This is ale?” His face animated as he held out the brown bottle.
Sian held back a smile as she sipped her coffee and nodded.
Aunt Mixy chuckled. “There are days I want beer for breakfast.”
“Coffee for me.” Dr. Zoltan raised his cup. “If not I turn into an enraged silverback gorilla.”
Radio Static; by Shelly Schulz:
The uneven ground proved even more difficult as they scrambled from the nest and the tree line. Brody grabbed Jackson’s elbow, “Wait.”
“I don’t see anything. We should make a dash for it.” Killen’s voice was low and steady, eyes wide, tracking everything. “Keep the camera on though, brother.” Seconds passed before Killen took off, darting out from the safety of the trees and bolting across the clearing.
Brody counted his breath, Jackson could hear him counting seconds under his breath. When Killen had gotten halfway across, Brody had hit ‘thirty’, shifted his pack and tore after the tall blond.
Thwarted – Part XXX: by Renee Stevens:
“You’re sure you don’t mind going on the boat again tomorrow?”
Mark turned his head to look at Trey where he rested on his shoulder.
“I’m sure, why would I?” They only had one more day with Trey’s parents before they had to leave. Mark was willing to spend it however Trey wanted to. He’d actually enjoyed the last couple of days with Diane and Gary and was probably more comfortable with them than he was his own parents.
“I don’t know.” Trey pulled away and sat up. He sat Indian style on the bed and watched Mark. “The last time….”
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Love Across Time, Chapter 1: by Jim Dunaway:
It is the year 2931. Man has finally woken up to see what was being done to the planet. All vehicular traffic with the exception of that which was provided by extremely expensive solar-powered hovercrafts has been banned. New transportation technology in the form the travellator system has replaced cars, motorcycles, boats, trains and aircraft. Only bicycles remained. What were once roads are pedestrian walkways and bike paths, lined with all manner of trees and other forms of plant life. Racism, bigotry, sexism, virtually all forms of prejudice has been eliminated. Even crime had been abolished.
The Get Away: by Lily Sawyer:
“Why are we here again?” Tom said after he took a swig from the glass of Guinness sitting on the table in front of him. The dark ale went down smoothly. It did leave a foam mustache on his upper lip.
“Because we have a weekend off and I’ve always wanted to spend time in Old Town Alexandria. I mean Virginia isn’t that far from Lancaster.”
They’d taken an Amtrak train down there and were experiencing all that wonderful place had to offer. They took the King Street Trolley down to the waterfront, took a ton of photos, and started to walk their way back up, stopping at the different shops along the way.