She has closed her portfolio and rehung her drab suit. She no longer clouds her mind with analysis or calculation. The professional has retired for the day; the animal emerges. Her dark mane, only minutes ago bound tightly by pins, now plays freely on the sheets. Her breasts, buried all day under cotton, now bask in the open air.
She feels him, but even as he lifts her, she seems almost unaware of his presence. Tonight is not about romance or the meeting of souls. Tonight is about her: selfish sex. Not about connection, but about release.
Her cry swells as her body arches further. Tense in her loins, calmed in her mind, she savors the oscillating rhythm. From the apex, she is drifting, floating, crashing to earth as the cycle completes. She reaches for climax, the summit of her day. As the undulation continues, the pulsation overtakes her. Her body tensed and stretched, a final cry drives out the burdens of her work. At the ebb, her mind is relaxed and her spirit renewed.
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Your challenge for this Friday, 8-6-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 134-184 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission: "...drifting, floating, crashing to earth..."Image courtesy of Samantha Wolov, via Erotic Flash Fiction.