Shadows

April 13, 2021 17 Comments by Monocle Erotica

This flash was originally published over 9 years ago, and taken down as it was included  in an antthology . It’s now restored here.

For #wankwednesday, with this week’s keyword, #shadow. I’ve visited this theme before. I guess I’m pretty drawn to it. -M

“You get a look, sometimes,” she told me as I lay down beside her. We panted almost in unison.

I turned to her and brushed a damp lock of hair from her brow.

“What kind of look?” I kissed her forehead, taste of her sweat sweet on my lips. I watched her search for words.

“You… darken. It’s like a shadow passes over you, sometimes. You get harder. Not your cock. Well, your cock, too. But your face. Your eyes. Your hands…”

As she trailed off, I watched her hand slide down to rub her hip;  the angry red marks that showed where I’d held her.

I knew what she was talking about, from the other side. I never thought about how it manifested from outside my own head. I was always too busy at the time. I hoped my creeping unease was not showing now.

“It happens just before…”

“Before what?”

The blush of her climax had been fading, but now color came back to her cheeks.

“Before it turns from making love to… being taken.”

I nodded neutrally.

“It feels like I’ve turned from a person into your thing to fuck. But not really… You’re not gone. God, you’re more there than ever, looking right at me. Like you want to, I don’t know, tear me apart.”

Consume might be a better word, I thought. Or possess. Or fuse with. But it’s not like I was going to lie and deny it.

“It scares me, sometimes.”

“I’m… I’m sorry.” Would it make any difference if I told her how no one else did that to me? That I wanted her so much I sometimes couldn’t stand it?

“No. Don’t be.”

She turned to me, catching and holding my gaze. Her hand was on my shoulder. My cheek. Her fingers weaved through my hair and fisted, pulling me down to her lips for a fierce kiss.

When she let me go, and I pulled back, near breathless, hard again. I looked down at her. Her face had changed, darkened. Raw, needy, aggressive, vulnerable. Was that how I appeared to her? A thrill went through me; that shift stirring. I knew she saw it. Felt her deep breath.

“Are you scared now?”

“A little.”

I chuckled, hands flexing in anticipation. I kissed her, gently, on the lips, and whispered in her ear.

“Me too.”

We reached for each other.

Categories: Erotica, Flash, Monocle, Rough SexTags: erotic flash fiction, featured, Monocle, Monocle's Erotica