Hi, Folks.
My name is Thomas Briar and I write
sizzling hot erotica stories. If you’ve been following my tour, I really
appreciate it. If you’ve just stumbled upon it by accident today, well, that’s
perfectly fine too. Because I have a real treat in store for all of you.
Now, by the tour schedule, this is my
second guest blogpost with only one more to follow.
And guess what…?
I still feel compelled to show you what
I can do in my erotic writings instead of telling you.
So please enjoy another original, never
before published, 994 word flash fiction erotica story with story comments
posted below.
WHAT SHE WANTED
by Thomas Briar
The key entered
the lock on the apartment door with a soft, metallic rasp. A thrill of
expectation coursed through the man turning the key.
Opening the
door, he stepped into the dimness inside the apartment, closing the door and
relocking it. He walked past the kitchenette through the living area. At the
door of the bedroom, he paused.
The only woman
he’d ever truly loved waited beyond the door. He knew all her deepest, darkest
fantasies. Exactly what she needed from him. Why she needed it too.
Heat coursed
through his body, concentrating in the head of his dick. The intense pressure
of rising hard-on quickly followed.
He opened the
door to the bright glow of flickering candles arranged on the hardwood floor
surrounding a canopy bed.
A young woman
knelt in the center of the bed.
Her curly black
hair was fashioned in an elegant upstyle; bright crimson blindfold tied over
her eyes; red lipstick covered sensual lips; lithe arms restrained behind her
back; ample breasts thrust outward; taut nipples decorated with chrome shields
and barbells; slender stomach enhanced by a crystal navel piercing; the fullness
of her shapely hips flowed into sexy legs; knees splayed wide to exhibit a
shaven pussy with a VCH piercing.
But this wasn’t
all that caught his attention. On a small table standing at the foot of the bed
lay a red leather riding crop. A testament to the authenticity of their BDSM
relationship.
His heart
swelled with pride from all that she meant to him.
* * * * *
The young woman
waited with bated breath, heart in her throat, butterflies fluttering in the
pit of her stomach now that real consequences had arrived. She’d done wrong
earlier today, gotten caught, and now it was time to suffer those consequences.
“Why did you do
it?” the man asked sternly. “I watched you on the security camera after I
strictly forbade it.”
She gave no
explanation for it would ruin everything.
“You have no
excuse at all? Even though I curled your toes last night. If I didn’t know
better, I’d think I’m not taking care of all your needs.”
She still said
nothing, determined not to try wheedling out of what was to come.
“Have it your
way.” The rasp of the riding crop being snatched from the table seemed
especially loud.
In a moment of
weakness, fear surged up in a tidal wave to make her try to save herself from
the hatefulness of the crop. “Wait! I tried not to do it. Honestly!”
“No,” he
corrected. “I watched you, remember? You did it intentionally.”
“I won’t do it
ever again,” she squeaked, trembling all over.
“We both know
that isn’t true.” He sighed in exasperation. “You’re only sorry that you got
caught. But you’ll be really sorry
after I’m done.”
“I-I-I…”
Beneath the
darkness of the blindfold, she heard the evil swish of the crop cutting the
air—ostensibly a practice swing.
The next thing
she knew, the surface of the mattress shifted as he crawled up onto the bed.
Without warning, fingers twined in the back of her hair to push her face-first
into the coverlet. Her bare ass now hovered in the air with nothing to protect
it from what was coming.
Swish—Crack! A
horrible streak of unholy fire branded her right cheek and all the air whooshed
out of her lungs. She let out a muffled shriek and tried to break apart the
handcuffs holding her arms behind her back.
“It’s useless to
try to break free, young lady. You’ve earned this spanking. Now take it like
the good girl I know you want to be.”
Swish—Crack! Another
horrible streak of fire kissed her left cheek. She whimpered and squirmed her
ass back and forth, helpless to do anything else to alleviate the horrific
burning.
Swish—Crack! A
third streak seared the delicate curve of her right buttock. She whimpered
louder, wagging her ass back and forth.
Swish—Crack! Another
scalded the right cheek again and summoned a tortuous groan. The first of her
tears also.
Swish—Crack! The
fifth landed on the underside of her plump left cheek hardest of all. More
tears soaked into the blindfold.
She bawled like
an adolescent girl several years her junior now. That she was an adult made no
difference in this instance. The splotches of scalded flesh on the cheeks of
her ass only needed the comforting. Same as she did deep inside.
“It’s over now,”
the man said softly, releasing her hair to pull her up by the shoulders and
cradle her tenderly inside his arms.
She blinked away
the last of her tears after he removed the blindfold, awaiting the delicious
comforting—one of three reasons she’d been bad in the first place. For after
the harsh correction and sensual comforting always came the hard fucking.
She craved all
three.
“You need to be
good from now on to keep from getting nightly spankings.” His fingers began
working their sensual magic, rubbing the burning spots gently, soothing all the
pain away to leave only an intense warming sensation in their wake.
“I’ll try.” She
sighed. “I promise.”
Slowly, his
fingers strayed from the hot cheeks of her ass to concentrate on her slickened
lips and engorged clitoris.
She snuggled
deeper inside his embrace, losing herself in the wonderfulness of what he was
doing. For she already knew that tomorrow morning she would touch herself
inappropriately again. Tomorrow night he would punish her for it. She would be
comforted afterward. And then brought to the brink of orgasm (just like he was
doing right now) before being fucked exactly how she needed to be fucked.
In time, her
feverish arousal demanded to be sated.
“Please fuck
me,” she whispered huskily, kissing his neck passionately while grinding her
pussy in rhythm with his talented fingers. “Please fuck me now, Master.”
The End
Thomas Briar’s Story Comments: Did anyone
notice that I didn’t give the characters any names? They could be your next
door neighbors, the people at the end of the block, even a couple that you
interact with every day without ever suspecting how kinky they really are. I
like the thought of that. I also like writing about consenting adults in
alternative relationships. Especially the kind of relationships that raise the
eyebrows of ‘normal people.’
Always have. Probably always will.
Well, that’s my thoughts on this story,
and a little of my motivation behind writing the type of erotica that I write.
As always, thanks for visiting with me!
Girly-Girl
Thomas Briar
Genre: Interracial BDSM Erotica
Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Thomas Briar
Genre: Interracial BDSM Erotica
Publisher: Cobblestone Press
Date of Publication: 1-18-18
ASIN: B07956K993
Number of pages: 161
Word Count: 47,000
Cover Artist: Rebecca K. Sterling
Tagline: What will Tanisha do when she learns she can’t live without Levi’s wonderful presence in her life?
Book Description:
Tanisha is a naughty virgin with way too many unfulfilled romantic fantasies.
Levi is an unconventional Dom with a penchant for BDSM and kinky sex.
On their first date, after both reveal shocking personal details, they enter a scorching hot D/s relationship based purely on fulfilling Tanisha’s most intimate romantic fantasies.
But nothing perfect ever lasts without first overcoming adversity. As the naughty virgin and her attentive Dom fall desperately in love, a veiled secret on her side and his unspoken desire threaten to snatch away their happily ever after.
Excerpt
# 2
“Have you’ve
seen anything you want to take home with you?” Levi asked.
“Oh, I see
something.” Tanisha purposely let her gaze flow up and down his body to linger
on his midriff. “But you promised not to kiss or fuck me for thirty days,
remember?”
He frowned
wistfully. “I really did, didn’t I?”
“You did.” She
took great pleasure in pointing this out because it was obvious that he now
thought the time frame ridiculous. Same as her.
Wanting to make
him further regret the impetuous decree, she did the most provocative thing she
could think of. While looking him straight in the eyes, she struck a pose with
one hand on a hip. Tilting her head sideways and sending over the most
seductive look possible, she cupped a breast with her opposite hand, using
fingertips to rub the outline of the taut nipple underneath the clinging vinyl.
Then she slowly slid the hand down her body to the front of the ruffled skirt.
Upon reaching the hem, she delved underneath, passing the tip of the middle
finger between the slickened lips of her pussy. Bringing the finger forth,
glistening with wetness, she held it out toward him.
He discreetly
licked his lips, eyes following the finger as she placed it against her own lips
to suck the wetness away.
Withdrawing the
finger and lapsing into a giggle, she raised eyebrows most innocently, asking,
“Still photography next?”
“Your choice,”
he stated in a husky voice. “And don’t do that again. I’m trying to be a
gentleman, remember?”
“Are you sure
you don’t want a little taste for yourself?” She stared deeply into his eyes.
“I’ll give you a little taste if you want?”
About the Author:
Edgy and provocative in his writings, Thomas Briar strives to exalt the virtues of love and lust in every erotic story he creates. To date, he’s written a wide variety in the subgenres of New Adult, Contemporary, Historical, Interracial, and BDSM. He also takes great pride in the fact that he writes the type of erotic stories that twist and turn as the hero and heroine strive wholeheartedly to get exactly what they want from each other.
Which means most of his stories run on the hotter side of the erotica genre with his characters indulging in the type of sex that some would call adventurous. In fact, his descriptive writing style and graphic sex scenes will certainly evoke a reaction.
Hopefully, a positive one, but he’s making no promises. Not everyone likes to be made to feel as if they are present in the scene, surreptitiously watching the eroticism play out right before their very eyes. For, without a doubt, writing scorching hot sex scenes is Thomas’ absolute favorite thing about writing erotica.
Well, that, and making sure his characters end up living happily ever after.
Feel free to check out his website at
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