Welcome to Flasher Fiction Friday.
Each writer always has a different take on the picture, but can something meaningful be crafted in 100 words? Well that is always the challenge. Here is mine so you be the judge.
Not The Real Me.
Not The Real Me.
This is what they have come to see. Me. This me clad in
leather, in control, in charge of these three willing subs on their knees,
wanting more than they are willing to admit to the real world. But here they
are protected, allowed to be free.
Is this me? No. This is a role I play for those who can afford
to pay to see me. I will be on good form tonight and these subs will cry out as
my whip lands on their lily white flesh and they edge closer and closer to that
place where they fly.
Why not hop along to the other blogs to discover what they have in store for you.
