"Flash Fiction" is a series of first-time flashings; willing or otherwise. Each story will center around a new protagonist and will be between 750 and 800 words in keeping with the original meaning of the term. I hope you enjoy these tightly packaged steam stories! Growing up in small town middle America had concreted my resolve to move to a more urban sett...
Ever since Lilly Gilt took over her family fashion company all her employees felt her iron and shallow grip. She embarked on a campaign against anyone who didn't appeal to her physical standards. The day after she took control of the company she immediately fired all the people she considered overweight. She refused to hire anyone over 130 pounds and refused...
During the course of our evening meal, neither of us brought up the invitation for me to be model in the swimwear fashion show. We had been drinking a pleasant champagne all evening and we were both in horny moods. Barry kept teasing me about my nipples poking through the pale apricot colored silk mini dress that I was wearing. It had a central slash from th...
Jack rode the Kawasaki back home like he'd just passed his test; he was shaking with disbelief at his experience and would take no chances on this short journey, and the return. He took one hand from the handlebars to feel the rustle of the letter beneath his leather jacket; yes, it WAS there -- this had been no youthful wet dream. His parents scanned the le...
The mall. Have you ever noticed how many lovely available women work at the mall? In our local mall at Westridge, we have at least sixteen women's dress shops, not counting cosmetics stores, sports apparel, and shoe stores -- all of which cater to women. I should include maternity shops. Obviously the salesgirls at maternity shops are not all pregnant. In...
I would like to extend my million thanks to my editor William D. Harris who volunteered to edit my first short story "Fashion Love and Sex" for this site. ***** Being a fashion designer I have a keen grasp of the human anatomy. Looking at the guy below my car, I knew it was Roberto. Not only because of his protruding muscular legs, I have become familiar w...
During supper one night in mid-October, my wife told me that she couldn't wait until warmer weather to show me the clothes she'd been buying since we returned from Florida, the past August. "Honey, could you make a nice fire and warm up the living room?" she asked. Laughing, she continued, "The fashion show I'm planning will get our horns up, I guarantee it...
The dubious craft of "modeling," posing in front a camera, was the last thing on my mind. It simply came to me, I certainly didn't look for it. People had often taken my picture, just for the fun of it. But in Paris that was about to change. I arrived in the 'city of light' a week before I was to start a summer job, to chauffeur German and English speaking...
The fragile infant wailed as the fire raged around it, seeming to imitate the mouth of hell itself. Smoke billowed and sparks flew from all directions. Creaking beams and shattering glass announced the old building wasn't ready to give up its prize just yet. A small band of men and women out for a night stroll, saw the smoke rising in the distance along with...
"Lukas?" Miki Lee curled up into the plush interior of the Limo. She hadn't heard from her online advisor in over ten minutes. Even though her day had gone off without an arrest for indecency she found herself unable to function without him. The more she got away with the more she worried. One second she was fearless the next terrified of her future. Her L...