The lady and her maids bathed in the afterglow of their sapphic festivity. One maid emerged from beneath her lady's dress, hair disheveled, still tasting on her pouty lips the juice from noble fruit. While the one had serviced under the dress, the other, taller maid had held her mistress, caressing her cheek and staring intently into her eyes, their noses touching, their breath warming each others' faces. She had watched her lady over the course of la petite mort, guiding her to death and back. The three women turned their heads to the mirror, the maids diverting their gaze from their lady to each other. Their panties were soaked in anticipation of her departure, though their eyes were somehow accusing each other of trying just a little too hard to win the young domina's affection.
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Your challenge for this Friday, 8-20-10, is to use the photo above to write a flash fiction of 87-137 words. Since everyone seems to be enjoying the required phrases, please use this phrase in your submission: "...their eyes were somehow accusing..."Photo courtesy of Charles; artist and source unknown.