Marks of Possession

This started out as a hack at #5minutefiction. It turns out not to work as well with the cue, which was a line from Pink Floyd’s Wish You Were Here. So I messed with it and post it here as a little flasher. It’s much shorter and lighter than the title might imply. And it doesn’t have sex (sorry – I’m not providing you with much sex these days. Thank the gods for Will and Ximena), but it’s flirty, and hopefully keeps me rolling along. It also is on a theme that I’m hoping to explore with more depth soon.-M


“Oh my God, Tori! What did you do?!”

I grinned at Rose, having gotten exactly the effect I’d been after.

“Let me see!”

In the dark club-lighting she reached for me and pushed my head to the side. I obliged and pulled my hair out of the way. With the beat, the pulsing strobe flickered to the unearthly purple of  black light and Rose gasped.

“Jesus, Tor! A chain? And eek! Around your wrist too!”

She grabbed at my wrist to pull the blacklight tattoo closer for a better view.

“Whatever possessed you?!”

“Cal,” I replied looking over at him. He was talking to Rose’s beau-of-the-week, and gave me a wink and a leer. “Cal possesses me.”

“Fuck, Tor. Let me guess – both wrists?”

“Yes,” I showed her, “And both ankles.”

She looked at me like I was crazy, but also maybe with a little something else. Something wistful I used to have.

“Did it hurt?”

“Damn straight it did. The neck felt like the guy was unzipping my head from my body.”

Rose looked over at my Cal with narrowed eyes the next time the UV lights came on.

“Doesn’t seem fair. He doesn’t have anything to show he’s yours.”

I smiled.

“Oh, yes he does.”

She looked back at me and I grinned. Her eyes widened.


“Yes. And I bet it hurt more than my neck did. And he did it first.”

Now there was a look in her eyes I’d never seen before. Can you be hungry and sad at the same time? Oh, yes.

“Can… Can I see?”

“Rose!” I feign shock badly. I was still grinning. “Ask him. After this.”

The song and the lighting had changed, and Cal was reaching to take what was his to the dance floor.

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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. ximenawrites

    I don’t know… it was enough. As the reader we’re left to imagine exactly how much Pisco they drank off each other’s bodies before getting those tattoos.

    It made me nostalgic for a time when doing crazy shit like that was something my ‘near and dear ones’ expected of me.

    (I haven’t quite stopped, but you get me.)

  2. filledandfooled

    I loved this, and the sex part was unspoken perfectly. Thank you for referring me to this erotic flash fiction!

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