Sinful Sunday Week # 37

Welcome back to Sinful Sunday! This week’s judge is last week’s runner up, QuinnSkylark!

Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 37 judge

Mother, wife, and feminist by day, writer and shameless reader of smut, by night. Quinn is a country girl who married a rock ‘n’ roll-loving city boy. Quinn was recently offered a publishing deal for a novella that she wrote, and she also has several other novels in the works. She is writing multiple works of fanfiction in the Twilight fandom as well. Write on!

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:  

Pearl necklace

Semen ejaculated on the breasts or chest of a partner , especially during coitus-a-mammilla .


Photo Prompt:  

Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 37 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 blenders and toasters are long unwrapped. Thank you notes, sent. Pictures, framed.

    We are curled on the couch watching House re-runs.

    “Put it on.” His breath is warm. The dart of tongue against the shell of my ear, lascivious.

    The dress–now hopelessly wrinkled and losing beads–that I should’ve packed away for safekeeping.

    “Again?” I gasp when he nips my sensitive lobe.


    A knock at the door tells me which game we’re playing tonight.

    “I’m getting married in the morning.” I shout, filling my voice with all the mock-protest I can muster.

    I always let him in.

    He hesitates, eyes as bright as they were at the end of the aisle. The dress hasn’t lost its magic.

    “You’re not married yet.” He growls, pushing me against the wall with greedy hands and mouth. My partially zipped dress falls to the floor.

    “I’m saving myself for him.”

    He cups my bared breasts, squeezes them together. “I can work with that.”


    I finger my clit while he pumps his thick cock into my cleavage. Both of us slick, panting, then finally shuddering in release. I’m a beautiful ruin, like my dress, wearing his pearl necklace. Another wedding gift.

    200 words

  2. lellabeth says:

    His stubble is rough as it burns a path down my neck, his soft lips soothing as they follow. His frantic hands tear at the knots holding my dress together and I gasp when it falls, the cold air hitting the moist skin between my thighs.

    “I couldn’t wait,” he says, and the moan that leaves my throat tells him I couldn’t, either.

    “Seeing you up there… I know we should be at the reception, but I can’t sit there for hours without knowing I’ve had you.”

    I press my face further into his rough stubble, relishing in the bristle of it against my skin. He sucks behind my ear as I move one hand between us, palming him until he’s close.

    He pulls back, pushing me down and unzipping his trousers in one quick movement. His cum is warm as it hits my chest, but not as hot as the tears wetting my cheeks.

    “I’ll find some way for us to be together, okay? I promise. I wish it was me you had married today.”

    I nod and turn away.

    We both know that pearl necklace is as close to jewellery as he’ll ever give me.

    200 words

  3. GeekChic12 says:

    “What the hell is with these tiny fucking buttons,” Edward growls as his fingers fumble at the back of my dress.

    “They’re fake,” I pant. “There’s a zipper.”

    “Thank fuck.”

    Edward groans when I fall to my knees in front of him, white fabric billowing around me.

    I wrap my hand around his perfect length.

    “Kiss it,” he commands.

    I bring my lips to the swollen tip, spreading his pre-cum across them.

    He moans and grips my hair. I love his dominant side. I love him with everything in me. I want his pleasure. Sometimes even more than my own, but he always takes care of me.

    When my mouth engulfs him completely, he grunts and begins thrusting just the way we both love.

    I keep up the best I can, swirling and flicking my tongue.

    Just when I feel him begin to pulse, I reach up and pull the cups of my pure white bustier down.

    Noticing my movements, he pulls free of my lips with a roar and pumps his hand along his glistening cock until he paints my chest with my favorite pearl necklace.

    He smirks and strokes my cheek. “You look good in white, Mrs. Cullen.”

    200 words

  4. BellaScotia says:

    “Leave it on,” he demands, stopping my fingers from undoing my dress. I comply and stand watching in confusion as he arranges the pillows into a pile.

    Taking my hand he leads me to the bed and instructs me to lie back propped on the pillows. His kiss is long and hard as his fingers pull the bodice of the dress down to expose my breasts. He feasts on my nipples as he undresses.

    “I’ve been thinking about your pretty mouth all day,” he murmurs, fiery passion lacing his tone. “And about how much I want to fuck it.”

    My heart pounds in anticipation when he straddles me and nudges my lips with his glorious cock.

    He grips the headboard as he begins to pump in and out of my mouth. “You okay?” he grunts increasing his pace.

    I moan affirmatively around his cock, enjoying the familiar taste of him.

    “Do you want me to come on your tits, baby?” His voice is rough with arousal. “You have my ring, how about a pearl necklace too?”

    Three more strokes and he pulls out, spraying my breasts and neck with his hot cum.

    He gazes down. “I fucking love my wife.”

    200 words

  5. Elle T. says:

    I remember that night as if it was yesterday.

    I took you out of that beautiful dress and embraced you.

    You were finally mine.

    We couldn’t wait, so our first round was right there; against the wall, close to the entrance. It was fast and frantic because we were so fucking giddy.

    I tripped a few times with the long trail of the dress. You laughed that breathy laugh I love.

    That night was a blur of love making and fucking. One minute I was worshiping your body, being soft and gentle. And the next I had you wearing a pearl necklace on your breasts. You loved it all.

    I remember.

    Our honeymoon truly was the best part of our marriage.

    I never thought it was going to go this way.

    Most of the time, I wish I could sit you down and talk. I wish I could ask you if you honestly didn’t remember that night anymore.

    Then you get home sneaking in like a thief in the middle of the night. You smell of another man and there’s no need to talk.

    It’s clear you’ve forgotten.

    188 words

  6. Gingerandgreen says:

    I won’t waste words on the heat and idiocy over here. I spend my free time dreaming of you.

    Remember the day I made you mine forever? Christ, you were beautiful. We didn’t make it into the bedroom. I was kissing you, you were unbuttoning my shirt, and it had barely been four hours since your daddy put your hand in mine.

    Dancing with you in that dress, in front of everyone – that was a holy experience. As soon as I could, I had to get you out of it. Your flesh, firm, soft and lush in my hands, so fucking sweet smelling, fucking mine. I wanted to eat you like a monster, but I wanted to be real gentle with you too, baby.

    I don’t know what came over me when you knelt down to undo my pants. I gave you a pearl necklace out of sheer possessiveness. I’m lying here recalling you, in a pair of silky panties smearing my gift all over your gorgeous tits, and I am so rock hard I could drill for oil…”


    She startles as her mother-in-law’s hand comes to rest on hers. “Can I read his last letter, Dear?”


    200 life-is-like-that words by @Gingerandgreen

  7. “I always wanted to fuck the bride in the wedding dress.” He stood behind her, undoing the hooks and straps.

    “I’m not a real bride,” she reminded him. “I’m a model.”

    He’d had fun watching her show off the dress with its oceans of lace. “I love the way you flirted with the photographer.” He let the top of the dress fall forward, revealing her breasts.

    She turned around and pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her breasts against his chest, her tongue seeking his, as she kissed him hungrily.

    He carried her to the bed where he removed the rest of her clothing and his. He raised her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her, every stroke as deep as he could get. But he wanted this fuck to be different, memorable. So he withdrew and straddled her waist, sliding his cock between her breasts squeezing them around himself, and fucking her breasts.

    “God, I love your body,” he almost whispered.

    “God, I love yours,” she answered, as he fucked her chest, until he finished, leaving a pearl necklace across her breasts.

    197 words

  8. Tinsley Warren says:

    “We don’t have time, take it off,” I growl as I press my lips against hers like a starving man. I have to hold myself back from ripping the dress off her, she needs it still.
    “Maybe I need to remind you who you belong to, if you’re good I’ll give you your gift.” I find her cleft and she’s dripping. She knew I was coming, she knew this was happening and damn does she want it. I’m so painfully hard as I line myself up with her and thrust into my paradise. The feel of her around me is incredible as I bite her ear and pound into her. “You better not say a word; your family is in the next room.”
    I keep up my pace until I feel her clench around me and I know her gift is coming. I pull out of her and she drops to her knees. “Wear this with pride baby,” I say as I come with hot spurts on her breasts.
    Later that day as I watch her walk down the aisle to my best friend I know she may not wear my ring, but she’s still mine. I will have her.

    Words: 200

  9. They replaced recollections of a food-poisoned wedding night with a do-over: fine dining dressed in wedding attire, a limo ride home.

    Tonight he carried her across the threshold instead of joining her at the hospital.

    They were needy after recovery, work, and celebratory preparations. By the time he kicked the door closed behind them, they wanted each other—immediately.

    She clutched at him, afraid to be parted again, her hunger urging her on.

    Her dress fell away as he clawed at her fastenings. No fancy corset this time; she learned the hard way it meant little. In his desperate scrabbling to bare her flesh, he broke her pearl necklace.

    “So sorr—”

    “No. Don’t apologize.” She pressed her lips to his to stop his words, stepping out of the gown to kneel down upon it.


    She stopped his words again, with her warm, eager mouth, working his turgid member with her lips and tongue in rapid strokes.

    “Love, I’m so close—”

    She pulled away, using her hands to finish him. looking into his desire-heavy eyes as he moaned through his release.

    “There. A new necklace.” She smiled, craning her neck to the side, to show her now-relaxed husband her handiwork.
    199 words

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