It’s hot, sultry, weather guaranteed to make the senses lethargic and the body crave that sweet, sweet, afterglow from an erotic encounter.

Where? You pick the place and the partner…anywhere is good.
How? Let your imagination loose and tell all. Was it illicit? Did you almost get caught? Was it slightly wicked? Were naughty things done your mother warned you about?

Tell us…WAS IT WILD???

Come play flash fiction with the Sunday SEx crew. It’s already hot and the temperature is rising.

Just for a warm up exercise, here’s 100 words (more or less) to get started.
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From: River’s Edge

Acutely aware of the big man next to her, River Prescott sat uneasily on the slip of ground next to the water. As always, Edge Grayson’s close proximity brought heightened senses and unnerving arousal. As though unaware of her disquiet, he took off his shirt, lay it to the side, and reclined on the blanket apparently intending to stay awhile.

Heat coiled in River’s belly and she had to resist the urge to reach over and touch his naked chest. Dark curls scattered lightly around tan nipples and when he stretched and put his arms behind his head, he displayed the dark tufts of hair that grew from his armpits.

Now it’s your chance. Make us pant…turn us on. We’re pushing the limits on flash fiction today.