Sinful Sunday Week # 38

Welcome back to Sinful Sunday! Our guest judge this week is Kassiah!

Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 38 judge

 Kassiah is a homeschooling mom of three and can usually be found either hacking away at blog code or seeking the next great boy who will make her swoon. She loves to craft (paper, fabric, anything she can get her hands on), read and rec books (on the Fictionators as well as Swoony Boys podcast), and drive her kids around to all their numerous sporting events. Not really on that last one. Kass hates talking about herself in the third person, but she loves meeting new people and thinks you’re pretty.

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: 


There are many possible definitions, but Kassiah wanted to leave this week’s prompt up to interpretation. She did have some musical inspiration for her prompt, though which you can listen to here.

Photo Prompt:  

Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 38 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. @QuinnSkylark
    words: 198

    Goddammit. How did I last that long without fucking you? All those years that you were around, I’d always noticed that sexy swing of your hips as you sashayed past me and into his arms. I’d always wanted to pull you on top of me and beg you to ride me hard until you came, dripping down my cock and onto my thighs.

    I remember that first time, the same as I recall each moment thereafter. My head was buried in the soft flesh of your tits as my hands held you tight against me, groping and kneading your ass so you would squeeze tighter around my dick.

    Now, he knows. He’ll never forgive me; he’ll never move on. So, I’ll leave, and as I go, the sparks will flee as well, leaving only a dull smolder where flames once burned. I’ll forget you and force you from my mind. And you can return to being his proper trophy wife instead of my sultry goddess. I’ll just fade away.

    Tell him I’m sorry—no, not for how I’ve loved and made love to you. I’m sorry that you had to be my brother’s wife and not my own.

  2. “Oh fuck, yeah, mmm,” Cassie panted her desire.

    My girl was a fucking sex goddess, attacking me as soon as she came to my dorm room. Don’t judge me, I’m a resident advisor, a graduate student. I hadn’t decorated my room much, just a couple of movie posters, since I’d only been here a day.

    “Harder, Mikey,” she demanded and grabbed my wild, curly hair.

    I grabbed her supple ass with matching strength as she rolled her hips and continued to ride me. She pulled me closer, and I could hear her heart racing. We came together, and I slid my hand up around her back as she rode out her orgasm.

    Smiling at her thong on a stack of books on my bedside table, I thought back to how an hour ago I was taking pictures of her, with only that on. I had taped a couple of previous pictures of her on the drawer. She was my favorite photography subject, and has been since we met over a year ago. Sparks literally flew when it happened.

    “Hey, baby,” Cassie greeted, and smiled.

    “Hey, beautiful. Marry me?” I sincerely proposed.

    She gasped as I pulled out the ring.


    200 words exactly

  3. Tinsley Warren says:

    I remember the first time I saw him. It was the fourth and sparks flew, literally. He was carrying this multicolored sparkler, and even at the age of nine he could get my heart going with that smile. He shoved the sparkler into my hand and sparks flew everywhere. In my heart and on my skin, I still have the scar.

    He looks at it now as I straddle him naked on his bed. “Please don’t go,” I whisper into his ear as I rock with him, out bodies connecting in such a delicious way.

    “I’l be back before you know it,” he pants as I wrap my hands around his head and tug on his smooth locks. I can feel the familiar burn as he angles himself right where I need him most.

    He knew I was close from the cocky way his hips slammed up into me, but I refused to fall without him. My eyes locked on his as I saw the familiar look of satisfaction.

    He may be leaving in the morning for his summer internship, but I knew we were unbreakable. Just like that first night sparks flew as I looked into his eyes.

    Twitter: @TinsleyWarren
    Words: 199

  4. melfin80 says:

    That song.

    It always takes me back to that night. Do you remember it?

    “I miss the sound of your voice”
    I whispered the lyrics against your lips as you rocked on me.

    “I miss the rush of your skin”
    I can almost feel your arms around my neck; your fingers tugging my hair. The friction between our bodies growing, making muscles tighten and ache for release.

    “I taste the sparks on your tongue”
    My whispered lyrics cut off by your ravenous kiss as we edged closer to the ledge.

    “Just pull me down hard & drown me with love”
    You did just as the lyrics suggested; with a final slam of your hips you drug me over into bliss.

    “I ache to remember, all the violent sweet perfect words that you said”
    You always had them. The perfect words. Did you mean them?

    “It’s all wrong, it’s all wrong”
    Without you, there is no right.

    “Cause everything works, love everything works in your arms.”
    Nothing works without you.

    We always wondered if the come on get higher part was referring to an actual high or the high of an orgasm.

    I know now.

  5. AnnaLund2011 says:

    I untangle from my clothes as they fall freely to the floor. Some even end up on your bedside table.

    There is a seedy lamp on the floor, and we pretend it’s the setting sun. I nestle into you, and feel you closer than ever before.

    When your arms encircle me endorphins rush, synapses sparkle; we sway, the slanting, fake evening light dances over your skin, as you sit us down on your bed. I’m in your lap, feeling small, for once. I whisper all the sweet things you want to hear. It sounds hollow.


    Fuck all that fancy word spinning shit that you make me spew, when all I want to say is that you turn me on like a motherfucker. Hell, yeah.

    Instead of dressing it up in sweet words like a lady, I want to stand up and just shove it in your face.

    Fuck me, boy. Fuck me into the mattress, and make every bite and every thrust and every moan and every scratch and every moment count.

    Because god knows when I’ll be able to do this again.

    So. Come on.

    I know you can do it.

    Grab my ass, and show me sparks.


    Word count: 200, on the nose
    Twitter handle: @AnnaLund2011

  6. GeekChic12 says:

    Being inside you is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

    Every swivel and roll of your hips makes sparks of pleasure ping around in my body, every nerve-ending on fire as you fuck me and suck on my skin.

    Your skirt is pushed up around your waist. You didn’t have any panties on when you walked into my room. You wasted no time.

    Your hands pull at my hair, and I feel your teeth scrape my neck, making my hips pound into you from underneath without my permission.

    My hands squeeze your ample ass as you squeeze my dick, throwing your head back and groaning quietly.

    I’ll never get enough of you, but you’re not mine.

    I don’t know why you come to my room while my brother’s in the shower; I don’t ask. I take what you give me, because I’ve wanted you since the first time you came home with him.

    You stroke my jaw as you climb off me and adjust your clothes. Laying a sweet kiss on my lips that I want to read so much into, you say, “See you next weekend, Edward.”

    Only the walls hear my whispered, “I love you,” after you’re gone.

    Word count: 200

  7. She shouldn’t be here. She should be in my sister’s room, tucked away under pink ruffles, sound asleep.

    Instead, she’s crawling into my lap, wrapping her slender legs around my back, kissing me with lips full of promises.

    I can’t resist her. I’ve tried. She sings to me, pulls me in. Every inch of her body bringing me to life, making me whole.

    Owns me.

    It’s been too long since I’ve held her or touched her the way I need. I enter her slowly, enjoying every inch until there’s nowhere else to go. She’s full, warm, and so soft, and I can no longer hold back.

    She moves as I do, opposite but the same. Back and forth, in and out, I love her with everything I have.

    Our bodies dance, our eyes speak.

    Our secret stays contained between the four walls of my room, the one that sits vacant while I spend sleepless nights thinking about her six hundred miles away.

    It’s that spark in her eye, that twinkle as she comes apart on top of me that makes it worth it. The risk, the loneliness, the pain.

    She’s waiting, will wait, until she can be mine for good.

    Word count: 200
    Twitter: @JamideniseO

  8. I have a magic clipboard, covered in duct tape, emblazoned with SAC. It gets me anywhere, including the half-empty dorm slash green room I stocked with vitamin water and peanut M&Ms.

    He is finally here. Sweaty and smiling. His hair a tangled-curl halo. Mr. Back-Home. Mr. Not-Famous-Yet. Mr. Self-Deprecating Emails.

    At the last SAC meeting I joked about luring him back to my room and everyone giggled.

    Me? Seducing? Hilarious.

    Except, not right now. Not when he is sitting on the bed peeling off his shirt, exposing tight abs. Will he play our song? Dizzy, I fan myself. To do list, double checked–except one silly item–fluttering to the ground.

    I scramble for the paper, accidentally blowing it out of my reach and into his. Flexing fingers towards him, praying he’ll hand it over before he scans to the bottom, I swallow hard.

    “I’m your…liaison.” Double entendre, for the win.

    His eyes flash. He’s seen the last entry. “You know, we can arrange that after the show. Or, right now.” He beckons, all angel voice and devil tongue.

    Finish what we started. Check.

    My clipboard clatters to the ground. We spark.

    200 words

  9. Aleeab4u says:

    You make me lose my mind—the way you move, the way your skin tastes. Pretty baby with nothing but your socks on, surrounding me with abandon. Fuck I love you, can’t get enough of you. It’s the simplest truth I can’t be without you.

    I want this moment to last forever, every spark of your touch, every slick glide of your body against mine. I feel your thighs tighten. You’re so eager, and I wanna get you there. Take you so high, make you feel so good, set fire to any doubt I’m not everything you need.

    It’s all about you.

    I press my hand between us, fingers stroking that sweet clit, hearing the hitch in your breathing.

    I need you to remember this when I gotta let you go. When the dark creeps in and your dad’s screaming and berating, trying his damndest to tear you apart, I need you to know this is how real love feels. Pain free and dipped in bliss.

    “Six weeks till you’re eighteen, baby love,” I whisper as you slowly soar. “I’m gonna get you free, I promise.”

    I’ve got the money. All I need now is the ring and the gun.
    . . . . . .

    200 words

  10. Sparks fly as the lamp meets the floor. The preternatural surviving light casts up, not down. We disregard the glittering broken glass, our hunger seeking another shattering force in the cotton-muffled quiet.

    We cleave ourselves like twin sets of inverted contrasting shades, poised before blending, paused but a moment, then stirred.

    Your breasts are shadows engulfing my face as I search like a babe in the night to suckle. I feast rapaciously upon your inky skin as your nether-mouth makes its meal of my willing flesh.

    Fingers clutch evening-ripe fruit as dusk-imbued thrusts churn our pleasure. Shadowed wine melds with savory meat, twain mixed into ebon-hued desserts of desire.

    Our palms palpate shaded silk, tongues taste luscious lux, all racing toward a black hole limned by seconds between breaths. Benighted gasps delineate proximity with their ravening pace toward an unlit destination on a darkling horizon.

    We launch ourselves finally into blinding honeyed light, an explosion within uniting us at the point where we become brightened breathless one.

    Fed and sated, we descend as if from twilight clouds. Though separate once more, we are joined in the glistening darkness of completion where sweet sleep awaits our arrival at night-colored doors.
    199 words

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