flash fiction Archives

I am the Moon – part 1 – Werewolf Lust

Posted on 27th October 202027th October 2020 by Tabitha

Header image for Werewolf Lust by Exposing 40 I am the Moon – part 1 – A story of Werewolf Lust Content warning…

What Are You Sorry For?

Posted on 3rd December 20193rd December 2019 by Tabitha

What are you sorry for? What could you achieve if you weren’t so busy fucking apologising? What are you sorry for? Debbie was…

Maisie Loves Spanking Stories

Posted on 21st October 201912th November 2019 by Tabitha

Gorgeous spanking image courtesy of Frolic Me Maisie Loves Spanking Stories part 1 (with audio) And there it was. Maisie loves spanking stories….

Pinhole Prick Tease

Posted on 9th October 201912th November 2019 by Tabitha

Pinhole Prick Tease CW: ambiguous flirtations My stepdad’s brother called me a prick tease. I didn’t know what it meant at the time…

I’ve Got This Fever

Posted on 22nd July 20193rd January 2020 by Tabitha

I’ve got this fever.
Every day it haunts me with its exhausting fervour. I wake
up hot and agitated, with you by my side sleeping gently, chest rising and
falling without a care, drifting on a sea of calm and rest while I burn beside
you.

The Huntsman – Erotic Photography

Posted on 2nd June 201912th June 2019 by Tabitha

The Huntsman – a soft focus on hard edges *Blog Update* Super proud that this post was chosen as one of Molly’s Top…

Insomnia Love Lock

Posted on 18th February 20195th February 2020 by Tabitha

Awake but in stasis, I should just get up, start my day but everything feels so wrong. Blood runs fizzy in my veins and my head throbs. Why can’t I be one of the sexy insomniacs from the films, pounding the streets or hunched over a laptop writing wretched dark novels while chain smoking with gaunt cheeks and staring eyes.

The Archer of the Night

Posted on 1st February 20191st February 2019 by Tabitha

The night skies are clear enough for Orion to flirt.
He tilts his hip on the brow of the black horizon, thrusting his shoulders to pull back his bow.
Restless in my bed, I throw off my covers and pad outside barefoot.
I gaze up at him as my burning need singes the frosted earth.