Flash : Temptation

by E. Z. Riter

I'm at my computer table when I hear a quick rap and the door opens.

"Hi, Mr. James."

"Paul's not home, Honey."

"I came to see you."

By God, she's stunningly beautiful. Skin, hair, legs, and of all those, it's the

hair. Gorgeous, tumbling, shining, healthy, free-spirited, spilling and

spiraling strawberry blonde hair. Unencumbered breasts shaping her cut-off tee

shirt. Flat stomach. Hard ass under skin tight jeans. Her exploding estrus

pummels me. It's terrifying that she knows about her power. She's only

fractionally a woman, just over the borderline. But they all know and, at that

age, they use their power like howitzers.

She sways to me, kneels between my legs, and sticks out her thick, pink tongue,

revealing a barbell piercing. Her eyes smolder. Her tongue flicks to lick her

lips. "I got it put in because the guys like it when I suck their cocks. Would

you like that, Mr. James?" she asks in a wanting, guttural tone.

She can see my sex glazed dumbness and she smiles knowing her control is

virtually complete. She raises her tee shirt, exposing full, perfect breasts. My

hands tremble as I reach to cup them.

"I'm only fifteen," she says in a teasing tone.

I freeze and sweat beads my forehead.

In one quick motion, she lowers her tee shirt, stands, yanks my head back by my

hair, and drives her tongue deep in my mouth in a torrid kiss. Her barbell feels

strange against my tongue and shivers run down my spine. Her hand gropes my lap

and her fingers squeeze my erection. She pulls away, sways to the door, and

looks back over her shoulder.

"Maybe next time, Mr. James," she whispers, and she's gone.
E. Z. Riter