Author Davee Jones

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this first Friday Flash Fiction of 2014, our photo prompt is a beautiful woman in red...what sparks your mind? Our group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a designated picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! See my contribution below: I kissed Teresa as she softly pushed me backward onto the bed.  “But, can you imagine having fifty years together, every day? I could wake up to you for hundreds of days, thousands of hours.” Tears pooled and fell down my face. I touched them, still amazed at my human advantages. “It’s a dream come true.” Ever the skeptical creature, Teresa shook her head. “At what cost? What would it be worth to lose what we have now.” “We wouldn’t be Godforsaken statues for at least fifty years!” Anger replaced my tears. “Please baby, don’t do this, let's not argue."   Now that you've read my contr...

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers, this Friday I return to my first recurring blog contribution, the Friday Flash Fiction. A group of writers will write exactly 100 words, no more no less, to a picture prompt. After you read my contribution, please read what the other writers have to say, the links follow. Happy Friday! The leather is supple against my skin and I’m not sure what’s happening next, but, it doesn’t matter. My mind is whirling with a thousand naughty images, each one just as delicious as the other. I’m waiting impatiently for her to remove the gloves and rake her sharpened nails against my tingling skin, hoping desperately her tongue follows. My erect nipples, hard as pegs, will be knobs in her warm mouth.  Yet it’s still just a fantasy in my excited mind. Thankfully now, as I wait for her to rise, her tongue is sliding across my slickened femininity. Welcome 2014. Please visit our main blog for more takes on this intriguing photo - Flash Fiction Frida...