Sinful Sunday Flash Fiction Week # 49

Welcome back! And happy first day of Autumn/Spring (depending on where in the world you are). Today’s judge is Lolo!

Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 49 judge

“Lolo” began exploring her love of literary arts penning  poetry as a child. But these days, she can be found writing stories of  a more ‘grown up’ variety. Though new to the flash fiction scene, she can already see a new addiction forming and she’s loving every second of it. Currently Lolo resides in Florida and can always be found writing … on anything she can find.

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:

SassImpudent talk; to speak impudently (or disrespectfully). See Also: back talk, backtalk, lip.


Photo Prompts (there are two today!):

 Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 49 prompt
Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 49 prompt 2

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. Missy Melissa Gardener says:

    200 words

    Her mouth is what had attracted me to her.

    The sass she gave me with every command I’d give her made my dick twitch.

    I was her boss and she was supposed to be my subordinate. That never worked.

    I could have sworn she was sent here to test me, but all she did was tease.

    We were in my car the first time I touched her.

    She’d tested my resolve with her short skirt, bare legs, and filthy mouth that berated my driving.

    I broke as I put a hand on her thigh and squeezed.

    Her eyes blazed and her thighs parted.




    Looking out into traffic, I slipped my palm up her thigh.

    My fingers met warm, damp lace as they pressed into her panties.

    Her lips parted and for once, there were no words.

    Slipping a finger under the lace, I teased her until her noises filled the car.

    At a red light, I sucked those fingers into my mouth, grinning as she watched, her lips pulled between her teeth.

    I couldn’t have that.

    Reaching out, I parted them gently, letting my finger linger over her bottom lip, and asked, “Was that what you wanted?”

  2. Louise Lewin says:

    Louise Lewin
    175 words

    It never stopped. Her teasing, her sensuality, the constant stream of sass falling from her tempting lips, only silenced with a brush of my thumb and a promise of more.

    I would watch with hunger as she coquetted, always dancing just out of reach of others, her words enticing them. It excited me. It pissed me off. But sometimes … sometimes I just had to shut her up. I found my ways; ways she loved. Gritty, sexy, dirty ways that brought me some respite. Then we would start all over again.

    The time or place didn’t matter. Grinding on the dance floor, her arousal would seep onto my pants. Licking her pussy in the copy room, her smooth, toned legs would lock around my head. Cruising down the highway, my fingers would slip under her skirt, finding her bare, and begin to pump in and out of her slick heat.

    Anytime. Anywhere. Any way she wanted.

    Then she would raise an eyebrow and ask, “Is that all you’ve got?”

    It never stopped.

    And neither did we.

  3. @everydayBella89
    words: 176

    She’s all sass and cotton as she twists the steering wheel. My girl loves to drive and I love to watch her. She grins, whoops, and hollers as she speeds down another curve.

    She straddles the line between safety and danger, between love and hate. She a live wire, sparks flying, and turned on by the danger. I know I’ll get burned, but I have to touch her.

    I start at her lips tracing the curve of her smile. Then its down to her neck, lingering at her thundering pulse point.

    My next stop is her breasts underneath the thin cotton of her strapless dress. Her nipples are already hard and I hear her gasp as I pluck and squeeze.

    I tease with soft fingertips as I go lower. She squirms and the car slows. She knows where I’m going.

    Finally, I can’t take it any longer and dive between her thighs to her soaked panties.

    Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one turning her on, or if its the blissful edge between heaven and hell.

  4. AnnaLund2011 says:

    In the roar of an antique engine—the sound of blood rushing through my veins.

    What we’ve got here is complete and utter bliss.

    She is beautiful at this old wheel. She is beautiful anywhere. But right now, she is beautiful here, with me.

    I drag my thumb over her bottom lip and I both see and feel her respond to me—a small sigh, a nibble, a flutter in an eyelash.

    She is stunning.

    There is lip, and then there is sass, as she opens her eyes and says, “Come with me.”

    I go. I will always just go.

    Word count: 100, on the nose
    Twitter handle: @AnnaLund2011

  5. @MadiMerek
    words: 200

    Respect and attention are demanded merely by her presence. Her sass captured me from the moment she insulted my drink of choice at the bar, making my dick twitch for the smart-mouthed beauty. I like my women strong-minded and opinionated; I prefer a woman who says words like fuck and bullshit.

    Now that I found such a WonderWoman, I can’t keep my hands off of her. I lift up her skirt as she drives down Sunset Boulevard. She spreads her legs apart and pushes my fingers deep inside of her. I can smell it from here – that musky, damp scent of her perfect arousal. My head spins with want.

    Our sexcapades are on her terms, and I’m perfectly fine with that. She can tie me up and slap my ass, or she can ride me to her heart’s content. I don’t care what she does to me, because at the end of the day, it’s my cock that she’s climaxing around.

    She nips the pad of my thumb as I play with her sweet, cherry lips when I think she’s asleep.

    “Don’t be a lovey-dovey pussy,” she says with a smirk.

    Yes, hot damn… She. Is. Mine.

  6. we’re late!
    don’t stop!
    we’d be there already if I were driving…
    I huffed a breath
    you had to drive your
    ‘classic car’
    I looked out the window, sighing…

    he parked in an alley
    away from the traffic snarl
    patted his knee, said
    come here, doll

    that undertone
    the whispered threat
    I looked across
    to his silhouette
    his clenched jaw
    the muscles jerked
    I lowered my gaze
    and missed his smirk

    I’m waiting, he said
    I slid across
    turned to straddle his lap
    face forward
    grip the wheel
    his voice now a rasp

    one hand snaked around
    started at my knee
    glided up my inner thigh
    hitching my dress to underneath
    parted legs
    tilted hips
    a soft sigh escapes
    your sass, my dear
    I love it so
    but you forget your place

    satin and lace
    pulled aside
    dextrous fingers
    one then two
    in and out
    penetrating a third
    I shout
    I moan
    I plead for more
    riding the edge
    and then


    hand withdrawn
    left whimpering
    shifted off his lap
    he reached across
    to trace along my lips
    pushing a finger to my tongue
    plans have changed
    we’re going home
    thanks to your mouth, my little one

    Word count: 200

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