In a 100 words no more or less, here is my 43rd Flasher Fiction Friday. Look to this link to read other great Flasher Fiction posts from great writers. Flasher Fiction Friday
Sara sits, gazing hungrily at the sight before her. A large lump of clay rests on a small table. Her hands glide over the soft clay digging; clawing…forming as her eyes trail over the model’s sculpted, carved, perfected body. Her pulsing core aches, and she knows needs him now.
Her hands work the clay as she stares deep into his eyes. He teases her, lips curling into a grin, pulling on the chains, he draws her in. Her eyes wander towards the chains, as naughty thoughts begin to shape the clay before her.
Sara breathes deeply as she works her…masterpiece.