A short, sexy horror story inspired by the title picture.
“Come in,” she turned and looked at me, her short dress riding up and revealing a glimpse of her cheeks, the lipstick poised in her fingers.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise this cubicle was occupied,” I started to back out.
“No, do not worry, you are welcome to share.” Her eyes fixed on me reminded me of a cat hunting its prey.
She turned and reached up for a top hanging from a hook in the cubicle. The dress rose up a little higher.
Gripping the hem of the dress she yanked it over her head. She was wearing nothing underneath.
“Err, I know these are unisex changing rooms but…”
“Why, you do not like my body?” She turned toward me.
“Yes it’s fabulous - I mean wonderful…”
I looked at the smooth creamy skin, pert breasts topped by pink nipples and then could not stop my eyes dropping to the neatly trimmed curls that hid the delights between her legs.
She slipped on a top and a short skirt and stood in front of the mirror. “Tell me, what do you think? It is so hard to judge…”
I glanced at the mirror, “When you haven’t got a reflecti…”
Why was somebody screaming?
Want something a little longer?
The Girl on the Bus More sex - less horror and still free.
Nice! Vampiric flash-fiction! But perhaps this would be micro-fiction? Sorry, Simone--I can't keep up with the proliferation of the patois surrounding the short fiction world? What the hell is "hundo" anyway? I keep seeing that word all over Medium, usually as a tag on erotica content, I assume that's another category of truncated fiction. I know it's very popular, but I'm not known for parsimonious prose!