Flash Fiction Friday - Crack

Position #359: The Sharp Crack

Next time you're looking for adventure, why not find an abandoned industrial park with your man. Have him wrap his legs around a pole, then sit on his chest until he begs for mercy.

Warning: Do not attempt if your man has back problems or a history of brittle bones.

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She was there with him, like she promised she wouldn't be. They weren't parking cars or dressed as valets. The hotel had gone out of business years ago.

As she straddled his chest and inched her silk-clad cunt down to his ugly face, I heard a sharp crack. Not his spine; no, I wasn't that lucky. My heart was breaking.

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I could hear a sharp crack as the tattered flag above me whipped in the wind. I had to restrain my trained instinct to turn, look for the muzzle flash. My focus was on him.

"Where is Chernyakov?" I asked again, putting more weight against his bruised chest, tugging the rope around his neck. "Tell me, or I break you."

He talked. They always do, given enough leverage.

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I could probably go on. With pieces this short, it feels almost like cheating not to do at least three. But in the end, three is what we have, because I'm out of ideas and I'm too busy to think too long on this.

I don't even really count the first; it was just the immediate response. I can see some women's magazine running out of Kama Sutra positions to do and moving on to esoterica. Along with "The Sharp Crack," in the advanced class we'll cover:

• The Texas Chainsaw Massacre
• The Creutzfeldt-Jakob Syndrome
• The Mighty Joe Young
• The Internal Combustion Engine
• The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
• The Running of the Bulls
• The Chinese Fire Drill
• The Spinster Aunt
• The DEFCON 1

And perhaps most devastating of all:

• Captain Lumpy's Fun-Time Parade

I urge you not to try any of these positions without consulting your physician. They can be fun but they can also be deadly.

Enough of this gay banter. The second isn't my best work; if you're terribly confused by it, I'm sorry. The third was more fun, although I wish I had enough space to figure out why she's looking for Chernyakov wearing that outfit. Maybe she's a spy disguised as a prostitute. I don't know.

I'm a really, really glad I don't have to host Flash Fiction Friday this week because PB is much better at it than I am. Hope everyone who played had fun last week and didn't miss him too terribly, but now that he's back, if you're not playing this week, why the Hell not? I mean, did we offend you in some way? Don't you like writing short, sexy stories? What's wrong with you? Go! Now! I won't take no for an answer.