So, I was hanging at the Changeling Bar & Grill on Friday night and posted this bit of flash fiction for readers. Check it out and tell me what you think:

“Mine.”

“Mine.”

“Ours.”

Born of one womb, two brothers sharing one woman, their woman.

In unison…two lips, one body. Kissing and licking the sensitive nipples beneath their mouths.

In unison…four hands, one body. Stroking, caressing the trembling skin beneath their hands.

In unison…two cocks, one body. Thrusting, one above and one below, bringing their lover closer to climax as hands and mouths worship her.

Sex fills the room, her cries echoing off the walls. So close. Stroke, lick, flick, fuck. Their lover is close. One thrust, then two, in counterpoint. Assaulting their love, demanding her release.

And then it comes.

Okay, admittedly, it reads a little like poetry. Not sure how that happened. But it is 100 words and a bit sexy, so… Woot!

Ce