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“Looks like a good crowd,” Brent remarked although his eyes were on one woman in particular. She wore jeans, cowboy boots, a blue plaid shirt and a cowboy hat. Her long dark brown hair was braided into two plaits.
“I’ll be right back guys, I’m gonna rope me a city girl,” he said grinning.
Sliding off of the bar stool he walked over to lone woman in the corner.
“Hey there sweetheart, wanna get roped?” He asked.
She turned toward him and raised an eye brow, brown eyes roamed over his form.
“No, but do you want to be roped?”
Mischief sparkled in her eyes.
“Sure darling, anything you want.”
He held out his hand but she didn’t take it.
“I think your meaning of roped is different than mine. When I want to rope me a cowboy that means, less talk, more action,” she said.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him off the dance floor, down the entry way and out into the parking lot, passed all the cars to the edge of the brick building, pulling him into an alleyway between the bar and the twenty-four seven Stop and Shop.
“Now cowboy, let’s have some fun.”
He pressed her against the wall, his body leaning against hes.
“What’d you have an in mind?”
She pushed him down to his knees.
“Now cowboy, eat me.”
She pulled up her skirt showing him that she had no panties on.
“As you wish my sweet wife, as you wish.”
I hope I'm doing this right....
How did she allow herself to get roped into this nightmare? Literally. Damn it, Jace shouldn’t be so gorgeous. She never could say no to her best friend. Emily was sure she’d finally learned her lesson this time.
Being trussed up like a Christmas goose wasn’t what she’d had in mind when she agreed to go out with Jace’s buddy, Trent. She also hadn’t anticipated agreeing to Trent’s sexy suggestion to have a bit of fun. After years of lusting after Jace, she’d finally decided she had to get over him. Trent seemed to offer the perfect way to break out of her shell.
Where had the damn man gone after he finished tying her to the bed in Jace’s guest room? He’d just looked at his handiwork, winked at her sporting his wicked grin and walked out, turning out the light as he left. He’d ignored her protests about leaving and hadn’t answered any of the questions she’d yelled after his retreating form.
Finally, Emily heard sounds from outside the door.
"Trent, get your ass in here and let me go!” She yelled loudly.
She heard footsteps making their way to the guest room.
“Where the hell have you been?” She asked angrily. “Get me out of this mess!”
The light flickered on, momentarily blinding her. After her eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, she groaned when she saw it wasn’t Trent standing in the open door. Oh shit, not him!
Jace just smiled before stepping into the room.
Oooo, Selena, love yours!! Very hawt!!
Thank you Robin. I love your story! Need more. lol. *Grin* Great job. :-)
Selena, you are very kind. Thanks a bunch! I've only done a couple of flash fictions (the others were the very short 100 words ones). This was my first 250 words Flash.
These are both great! Thanks for putting some "spark" into my day!!! We're having flood conditions here in the Northeast...and I got water coming into my basement.
Very nice, ladies. :)
How had Paul roped him into this? Literally, as it happened. James glanced down and immediately closed his eyes wishing he hadn’t. Despite Paul’s reassurances, James didn’t feel comfortable at all. The safety harness fitted around his backside, and gripped his nuts far too tightly for his liking. Now if Paul were gripping his nuts…
“Hey, you okay?”
James opened his eyes surprised to see that Paul dangled beside him.
“How high did you say this wall was?”
Paul smirked. “A little over forty feet. You’re only going halfway. Make that ledge over there and then we’ll drop you back down.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Say what?”
“Drop.” James closed his eyes again despite the beautiful sight of Paul’s face.
“You’re not enjoying this, are you?”
That was an understatement. “What’s not to enjoy? I’ve never climbed higher than a chair before today but…”
“Why did you come then?”
“To be with you.” Oh hell. He couldn’t believe he let that slip. He wasn’t entirely sure Paul was gay; he suspected. James opened his eyes. To his amazement, Paul was smiling at him. “I mean, I didn’t know you meant climbing…”
“Ah…So when I said ropes, what did you think we’d be doing?”
“Um…”
“Um?”
James swallowed. Paul leaned in to whisper, “Let’s finish this climb, then I’ll take you home and show you other uses for all this rope.”
Was he really dangling twenty feet in the air? It felt as if he were floating.
Love your Flash Sharon! Sounds like the start of a sexy read!
Thanks Robin. I liked yours as well. Made me laugh in a wicked way. LOL. And hmm... yes, I struggled to keep this short. I suddenly had story-lines in my head going off all over the place. :o)
“You God damned, rusty bucket of nuts and bolts, drama queen of a fucking car!” The huge old car that had seen much better days only groaned and sank deeper into the mud when she kicked the corroded chrome hubcab. “I can’t believe I paid for this piece of shit.”
“You paid for that old heap?”
The dark, deep voice that came from behind her shocked Mel so much she froze mid fuckity-fuck-fuck-fuck-that-hurt leap only to slip and land on her ass in the mud… right beside her decrepit hulk of a car.
Long, lean legs encased in worn… err, cow crapped on denim bent until the rest of what those legs supported hunkered down into view. Wow!
“Wow?”
“Crap… I said that out loud, didn’t I?”
The guy looked as worse for wear as she did, but she got the feeling he’d scrub up pre-e-tty damn nice when out from under all that mud… and cow shit, ewww! Her friendly farmer smiled and Mel’s heart about stopped dead in her chest.
“Since that’s my puddle of mud you’re stuck in I should really give you a hand getting out of it.” A big, sun and work roughed hand reached out, wrapping around her much white, plumper… and muddier hand and hauled her up. He turned and made to walk off.
“Hey. I thought you were going to help get my car out.”
“I’ll be back ma’am.” Her supermodel farmer smiled again, and this time her stomach dropped to her feet as she read the look on his face: hot, lusty, predatory. Yum! “I can’t get your car roped up and pulled out without a rope and a tractor now can I?”
okay, I'm a bit over. Sue me! ROFL
Nice job, ladies!! :)
Very hot...:)
Trista
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