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Flasher, flasher, who's got a flasher? No, I'm not talking about a guy in a trenchcoat that runs by and shows you his you-know-what. No, I'm talking a literary flasher. This is a complete idea in very few words. It tends to be subjective on how many words, but the current incarnation at the blackglass message board is 100 words or less. Now, I've only written one - and it's not fit for kids - but I'll post it here for your review. Again - not fit for small fry. So those of you under 18 - bugger off! Always wanted to say that. Anyway. For your reading pleasure - my flasher.
Paper Thick
“Show me.” His voice was demanding. Her body quivered as her eyes closed, her legs parting slightly. “Show me!” His hand was rough, grabbing her left thigh, pushing it, careful not to tear the bonds that stretched over her legs. As he parted them for his viewing, a smile spread over his features. He slowly slid his fingers over her, working toward the heat of her body. His fingertips cleaved within, ripping the paper that she had strung across the opening. Her body arched up at the penetration, her form writhing as his hands finished tearing her bonds . . .
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