Thursday, 7 November 2013

November Flash - Day 6

The Flash Fiction Project at Google+ is at it again! There will be a visual prompt for every day in November (despite NaNo), and I'm going to try to write a (very) short piece for it every day as well. Due to time zone differences, I'll try writing and posting mine early in the morning, so it's a day after the original post for me, but still the same for them.

Let the fun begin! Here is the prompt for November 06:

Beware, NSFW!

She giggled. "I've had this fantasy for years, you know?"
"Arrr! C'mere, me beauty! Let's get 'tis done, get up ye skirt and let me fire me cannon through your porthole."
She laughed again, but the sound stuck in her throat as he threw her around, pushed up her skirt and tore her string apart. With his left he pressed her lower back against his stomach, while his right stayed between her legs to play.
"Ah, I see ye're all ready 'n wantin' more..." His left hand moved up to her breast and squeezed firmly. He leaned close to her ear. "Beware, though, I be a rough lover sometimes. Can nah control meself wit' a sexy lass like ye."
"Show me your hornpipe then, cap'n, 'cause feeling it only through your trousers is so not enough!"
"I don't loot commands from a strumpet!" He growled, indignant.
"Oh, really?" She tore away from him. "Let's see how you'll get your sex then!" And she settled down on the kitchen table, her legs wide apart. "This door stays open only for a few seconds, so you'd better hurry and come inside before it's too late."
"Blast ye, ye evil tease!" He fought with his trouser's zip, which was so tight with the bulge from beneath that it almost wouldn't budge.
"Ten," she said. "Nine."
"Oh, belay that!" The zip finally gave way and he struggled out of his clothes.
"Seven. Six."
She had reached four when he was finally in front of her, pulling her hips towards him, trying to aim.
Grinning, she whispered "three" is his ear and then groaned, wrapping her legs around him for more depth. She leaned back on her arms and watched him, still wearing his shirt, the hat and the eye patch.
His fingers tightened around her hips, the nails biting into her skin. "Don't ye be mistaken, ye will suffer fer that."
"And don't you be mistaken, I'll enjoy every second of it."

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