Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Week # 44

Welcome back!  This week’s judge is last week’s winner, Krystel H!

Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 44 judge

Krystel H. (@myheroin1) lives in the Pacific Northwest and is a 30 year old wife/stay at home mom of 3 boys. She loves to read (probably reads way more than she should), enjoys escaping into worlds and characters. She writes whenever she can. She has written since her teen years, but since entering the twilight fandom in ’08 has had the confidence to let others read her writing in the form of twilight fanfiction.

If you’re unfamiliar with the usual Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction contest rules, please check them out.

The photo prompt is meant for inspiration, but you must use both prompts in some way. Have fun with it, and synonyms are accepted! (If you use a word other than the synonyms listed, please include that information after your entry.) The word minimum is 100, maximum 200, and don’t forget to include your word count and twitter handle!


Word Prompt


Photo Prompt:

 Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 44 prompt


Disclaimer: The author does not claim to have taken any of the photographs used as prompts. All imagery was found in the public domain via Tumblr.

Get those steamy thoughts going! You have until midnight EST to get your flash fiction in!


  1. The sensual glide of white pearls on her skin, the playful way she bites her lips.

    The curves of her body, glistening with sweat, blinding and inspiring.

    She’s art.

    She’s sin.

    A click.

    Souls have been lost trying to uncover all of her layers, ships have lost their course in the sea of her perfection. There’s danger in her beauty.

    She’s nature’s most precious treasure; a siren.

    A click.

    Everything around her disappears.

    She submits, yet demands attention. She controls with subtle touches that could mean nothing, yet are everything.

    A teasing lick to the pearls she holds in place with her teeth, the alluring brush of her hair on her skin. It’s what people go to Hell for.

    She’s a muse.

    She’s unreal.

    “What’s the name of the portrait?” she asks.

    A heartbeat…

    A breath hitch…

    A click.

    “Desire,” I answer.

    She smiles.

    144 words

  2. @everydaybella89
    Words: 131

    Desire. Desire is a dangerous thing. Desire has wrecked kingdoms and destroyed lives. Desire has made the strongest man weak and raised the weakest to his place. Desire is the currency by which the whole world turns.

    For me there is no greater desire than her. Each curve of her body calls to me. She is temptation and desire made manifest. She would ruin everything I stand for, but refusing her is a wrong against myself.

    The smooth skin of her bare ass, draped in pearls, is offered to me in the sweetest submission. She knows what she’s doing. She knows how to play me and what to do with the desire she inspires in me. I’m helpless as my lips brush on curve of her ass and then the other.

  3. Tension
    By Lisa McCourt Hollar

    Wearing nothing but the pearl necklace he had bought her for their anniversary, she waited for him. Thirty years of marriage, and Lorna was as beautiful tonight as she was the first time he saw her. He went to her, stripping his clothes as he did. He knew how she liked it, slowly at first… build the tension.

    Stroking her cheek, he kissed her, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Gently he caressed her throat. He could felt her pulse quicken and then her hand on his cock. So maybe not so slow. She moaned her desire as he grasped her breast, squeezing her nipples between his fingers and thumb. After all their years together he knew how to please her. She closed her eyes and moaned her desire. He ran his tongue across her neck, teasing her.

    “You know what I want,” she whispered and pulled away, turning so that he was behind her. Evan took the necklace and pulled the strands tight against the skin. Obediently she turned, holding her hands behind her back. He wove the pearls around her hands. The necklace would break if she resisted. She didn’t, giving him complete control.

    Word Count: 196

  4. Forgot my twitter handle! @jezri1

  5. Helena C. says:

    It has been months since I have felt your hands on me. I was looking at my pearl necklace and I remember how your touch was as smooth as the pearls slipping between my fingers.

    The words you said to me the night we met still whisper to me, I want you to feel desire. But I felt more than lust and you knew it. You always knew what I wanted and you anticipated my needs.

    I touched my breasts, but it was not the same. I couldn’t do this without you. A tear ran down my cheek. “How I am going to do this?” I murmured to your beautiful face in the frame. Your eyes were happy but distant. There was a time when everything around me was alive.

    “You promised…” I could hear your plea.

    So, I wore black. You always loved me in black. I even put perfume behind my earlobes, but no makeup, it would only wash away on my tears. I wore the necklace and everything was in place, except you.

    Word Count: 176
    Twitter @HC_Alexander

  6. Gingerandgreen says:

    “Who is responsible for this fucking abomination?”

    The photographer’s shout is so loud, everyone – technicians, the graphics boy, models, strangers milling around – all turn their heads to stare at the print flapping in his hand.

    He points a finger. “Did you do this?”

    “Tony said slice some pounds off…”

    “Tony’s a moron! Here, look.” He shoves the print under the boy’s nose. “See these shadows, these crude cuts – you ruined perfection. Natalia!” He snaps his fingers at the model. “Here, my beautiful. Take off this dress, where are the pearls? Pose for me again, Sweetheart.”

    “Here?” She strips obligingly, half in love with the photographer and comfortable naked.

    “Look at this.” He drapes pearls over skin, bending her forward gently. “See the delicate curve of her spine against the lush flare of her buttocks? See the slight roundness of her belly over the enticing dip of her pelvis? It promises a puffy mound, ripe for kissing. And the thighs, tight and full, begging for fingers to tease their way up to nirvana. The point of the slippery, moon-like pearls is their plumpness, just like this glorious ass. This is desire personified.

    “This is what sells fucking perfume.”

    200 words posted-quickly-while-we-have-an-internet-connection by @Gingerandgreen 🙂

  7. Frank stood along the wall, watching Helen and the photographer interact. “Arch your back just a touch more.”

    “Can you shift your left hand to the right. More. More. There! Perfect!”

    He watched the makeup artist position the pearl strands, placing them perfectly, yet casually, illustrating how her hands were tangled and trapped in them.

    Helen was completely naked. Even at fifty-three she had a heck of a body. Frank liked the curve of her butt. And he’d always loved where her leg turned into her hip, then into her waist. She was more stunning to him than any painting or photograph could ever be.

    Frank didn’t have to check himself to know he felt nothing. No desire. No passion. No need. Watching a gorgeous woman show off her physical form, hoping to start a fire in the ashes of his love life. Watching her pose in revealing, sexy says. With her smoldering eyes, and open lips, begging to be taken.

    And all he could do was watch. Stare at her, memorize her curves, her lines. He could even run his fingers along her skin, feel her texture, need, passion and desire.

    Yet, he felt nothing. Nothing at all.

    199 Words

  8. Jami Denise says:

    Vain and pure, she reeks of class and a grace I can’t describe. She shouldn’t want me. She knows it, flaunts it.

    I duck into the crowd, teasing, playing a game she thinks only she can win. I know better. Underneath the draping of her father’s success, and her mother’s pearls, lives a woman that desires the dirty, uncouth touch of my calloused hands.

    She can’t let go, I won’t let her. She finds me, standing in the dark hall and follows me into an empty room.

    I’ll defile her. She gives it. Eagerly.

    “Take off everything but the pearls. I want you on your knees.”

    The dress slides off her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She’s bare flesh–sin. Mine.

    I run a finger down her throat, between her breasts, grasping the dangling pearls in my fist, pulling her mouth to mine.

    I invade her, taking the innocence and pleasure she possesses. I hold her ass, supple and fat and fleshy. My fingers dip underneath, testing, feeling and soaking her essence up.

    I do this. Gutter trash. Broke fuck. I take her shiney and turn her into filth, wrapping those pearls of her mother’s around her neck, I ruin her.

    Word Count: 200

  9. Seeing her standing there for all the doms to see was aggravating me. I had never before felt what was coursing through my veins this very moment. It was distracting me, making me lose my focus as I tried to judge the other four subs that were available. Without reason, I repeatedly felt drawn to her.

    With her back to the viewing gallery, she appeared calm and collected. Her silhouette was beautiful. She had a lean build, yet had delightful curves. Her long arms bound behind her teased me, as well as her manicured hands that were tied together with a different pearl strand.

    I longed to see her front side, for I was sure she was just as beautiful. Not able to contain myself any longer, I pulled the club manager aside and expressed my interest in the young woman. Arrangements were made, and without hesitation I proclaimed, “I desire you.”

    153 words

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