This is getting tough. Rather, this is getting tougher.
I started with Drabble Fridays, because I was way impressed by Stevil’s work, and I wanted to see if I could curb my chattiness to 100 words. My first one or two attempts were fun, so I started taking part in flash fiction challenges.
Well, the flash seems to have hit the wall, or something. Writer’s block is crashing down on me. I applaud every single person who is able to create a work of fiction on a daily basis.
All that said, I’m still here for another go at a drabble – a work of fiction consisting 100 words. Join me, and tag your post with ‘Friday Drabble’ and use the hash-tag #fridaydrabble on Twitter.
.: Aroused :.
She woke to the caress of her neck. It tickled.
Her back to her husband, she moved her leg, and gently touched his. “Men and their morning inspiration,” she smiled to herself.
The touch tingled down her spine, as she sighed and arched her back slightly.
She moved closer to her husband, feeling the warmth of his chest against her back. She closed her eyes and caught her breath, as the tingle proceeded downward.
Her body warm with desire, she turned to her husband.
He was still asleep.
Unaware of the arousal it caused, the roach crawled under the bed.