More smut-not-love flash from SonicErotica‘s Valentine’s Day challenge. –M

“When I get you home I’m fucking your brains out.”

It was simple fact. She’d been teasing me all night, flashing me thigh, whispering come-ons over dinner. I held her close on the flashing dance floor, pressing my cock between the cheeks of her ass and grinding as I nuzzled her ear.

“Why wait?” she asked, a challenge in her slutty smirk.

“Because you’re going to scream, maybe cry, by the time I’m done with you.”

She shuddered and pressed back against me before twirling away. I almost yanked her back, and she wrapped a leg around me, coming close to bite my ear and say,”Prove it. Now.”

The grafittied alley behind the club was classic dank. Neither of us cared as I pushed her against the tagged wall and raked my hand up her thigh, under her short, frilled skirt. Thin strings of pretty panties I would never see snapped in my fingers, as our lips, tongues, and teeth met. I didn’t need to touch her to know how wet her cunt was, but I did, anyway, sliding two fingers roughly in, unnecessary preamble before spinning her around and buring myself ins her in one vicious thrust.

I fucked her as I needed to, as I promised, her screams muffled by my clamped tear-wet hand.




This flash has the same title as Will’s quickie Promise. I leave it to the reader to compare and contrast. –M

Categories: Competition, Erotica, Flash, Monocle, Public Sex, Rough SexTags: , , , ,


I am the little devil on your shoulder, stroking your neck with my tail, whispering obscenities into your ear, and looking down your blouse. One third of The Erotic Writer blog.


  1. Wow. That’s intense, Monocle.

    It’s unsettling too, mostly because I don’t quite know how to read that last line: “her screams muffled by my clamped tear-wet hand. ”

    I’ll be interested to see how other readers respond, especially women.

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