It's been a minute since I've been here. That's largely because I've moved across the country and started a new job and it's taken me all month to begin to get settled. I'm not there yet... It's a big adjustment. A good one, overall, but it's a lot of change and it hasn't lent itself to a quiet creative mindset.
However, it's now June! Hyacinth is again doing her Every Damn Day in June challenge and I am again going to participate. Perhaps all month. Perhaps as much as I am able. We shall see.
Last year I set myself the additional parameters of Naked June wherein I mused on nakedness and nudity via quotes and pictures. This year I may not set extra parameters on my posts but I do want to play around with black and white images. Perhaps not exclusively but more so. We shall see how that goes as well.
Tomorrow is the fifth voting round of the Smut Marathon so I thought I'd share my entry for round #4. The prompt was "Eavesdropping."
Balanced on a thin brick edge, the assassin flattened his body against the building. He curled his gloved fingers into the window frame and slowly pulled himself alongside the window, peeking into the candlelit room.
The target kneeled on the floor, his round belly sagging over a pair of pink satin knickers. A tall woman in tall boots stood over him holding a wooden cane. As she stroked the smooth wood the assassin admired her leather gloves, so finely made and beautifully fit.
The target began to lick the woman’s boots, saliva drooling over the black leather. The muscles in her arm bunched and her cane whistled through air, slashing a long red line across his shoulders. He gasped and arched and the assassin saw the round bulge in his knickers. The woman pushed the target’s head back to her boots, holding him still as he quivered. She unleashed a few more strokes, creating a neat parallel pattern. The assassin whistled silently. This girl had quite the swing. Maybe she used to play baseball?
The target’s hand reached for his bulge and the woman pushed him onto his back, grinding her boot heel into his crotch and slicing a red line across his chest as he whimpered. The assassin recognized her fierce grin, full of joy and bloodlust. He had that same grin! Maybe he could take her for coffee afterwards and apologize for interrupting?
Ok, back to work. He pressed a button and the window glass splintered.
See you tomorrow. Muah!