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Casual S*x Friday – Observation Car

August 9, 2013 by Z.A. Maxfield

thThe train lumbered through farmlands. It traversed dense forests. It crossed bridges that spanned impossible gorges. It snaked its way through mountains, clinging to the edge of cliffs high over rivers that sparkled in the afternoon sunlight.

My companion and I gazed out on all this wonder in comfortable silence.

My new friend was older than I. He wore a tweed jacket over a handsome nubby sweater vest. He seemed to be a seasoned traveller. From what little passed between us, it was clear he had a sturdy intellect. The miracle of his countenance — as his was a very fair face indeed — was due to high cheekbones, a strong jaw, and the straight, narrow nose of a greek statue.

He had golden hair and nearly colorless blue eyes, from what I could see beyond his lightly tinted glasses. I had yet to see him without them.

Richly scented pipe tobacco perfumed the air as our train lumbered over a mountain pass, lurching and groaning with effort. Our little window to the world filled with glorious white capped mountain peaks, and in the very next instant, a tunnel plunged us into a Stygian void.

I froze, seized by sudden, juvenile anxiety — an old and familiar fear of the dark. My heart thundered as I waited, counting the seconds until the train passed through the tunnel and into daylight again.

Hot breath caressed my neck. “Come with me,” a voice invited.

Christ. Darkness and childish nightmares forgotten, I remained paralyzed for an entirely different reason. Lips I’d seen smile sweetly at herds of contented dairy cows — lips too absurdly full and soft to exist on a man’s face — caressed the sensitive spot just beneath my ear.

“Come. With. Me,” he punctuated each word with a nip.

The hair on my neck rose and my breath left my lungs in a shudder of longing. The tip of a tongue — moist and hot and sinuous — traced the shell of my ear. Heat crackled all over my skin.

“Come with me,” he said again.

My entire body tightened with desire. Hunger and dread warred within me. Yearning like I’d never known.

Light flooded the car and I could breath again. I glanced around and found my companion leaning indolently against the exit. I met his searching gaze. The only hint he gave of what he’d said — what he’d done — was in his momentary hesitation before leaving the car.

He didn’t look back.

I struggled to catch my breath — to find my feet — and then I followed him.

Filed Under: Casual Sex Friday, Flash fiction, Free Reads Tagged With: casual s*x friday, flash fiction, free reads

Casual S*x Friday – Blue Jean Flash Fic

July 26, 2013 by Z.A. Maxfield

pantalon-bluejeans

Connor’s jeans are frayed at the hems. He isn’t the kind to bother hemming them and his momma don’t pay that kind of thing no mind. Mine has fits, so I take up a hem when I need to. I keep my things nice, ’cause my momma told me she didn’t raise no savages. When we were kids she said if I wanted to run around with a boy like Connor I should do for him too, so he don’t reflect his momma’s lack of pride.

When we were kids, I mended Connor’s clothes when I could catch him.

Nowadays, he don’t let nobody do nothing for him. He says clothes only cover what folks don’t want you to see and he’s got nothing to hide. Connor throws off his jeans and jumps into the lake bare-ass naked nearly every day. After, he falls asleep on the lakeshore as the sun goes down. He told me once if it’s real quiet he can hear the grass whisper. He believes when he figures out what the grass is telling him, all his dreams will come true.

So…Connor’s jeans are frayed and burnished in all the right places — at the knees and the curve of his seat. They’re loose around those front pockets where change has collected — where sweat and heat have stretched and warmed and molded the fabric over his skin.

When he raises his arms, I see a strip of bare flesh between his jeans and his white T-shirt and my mouth goes dry with longing.

He asks me for another beer and I dig down deep into the cooler to get him the iciest brew I have, even though my hand stings and comes out dark red. He smiles at me when he pops the top off using the edge of the picnic table. I think it’s cool how he does that and he thinks it’s cool to impress me. His eyebrow lifts and we share a secret smile.

I watch as he brings his beer to his lips and then I swear to god, I feel myself flow past his lips, over his tongue and down his throat — exactly like I’m that beer and he’s consuming me and I’m taut…I’m rigid with nerves.

Connor flushes and looks away, but seconds tick by and I’m still watching him. I’m waiting, and then his gaze slides back to caress me when he thinks no one is looking.

I smile at him, like I always do — like I always have — because I like to throw my clothes off and go for a swim. I like to lie on the lakeshore and make music from the night sounds.

I know what the grass is whispering.

 

 

Filed Under: Casual Sex Friday, Flash fiction, Free Reads Tagged With: blog, casual s*x friday, free reads

It’s Blogalicious!

February 4, 2011 by Z.A. Maxfield

I’m going to be part of a new blog group, Truly Madly Deeply, which will be posting new free reads from different romance authors EVERY Saturday. It launches with a big contest on February 12th, and once you get a chance to see the site, you’ll see why we’re all getting excited about it! There are quite a number of authors representing all different aspects of the romance world!

Be sure to come and check us out, Feb 12th, 2011, as we celebrate the start of something you will surely fall, Truly, Madly, Deeply in love with! For a peek, Click on the this:

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