Black Satin

Masquerade (flash fiction)

“Don’t I know you?” a sexy voice calls out to me from behind. I turn around to find an equally sexy figure wearing a sleek velvet corset, a black mini skirt, high heels and mardi gras mask.

“Well, the voice sounds familiar,” I respond. “But you definitely have me at a disadvantage–I seem to be one of the few partygoers without a mask tonight.”

“Oh, no worries,” she says, while straightening my tie. “It would be a shame to cover up that handsome face.”

I smile. “Well, it only seems fair that since you know what I look like, that you should show me your face.”

The beautiful stranger takes a sip of her martini. “Why don’t you take it off for me?” she says, more in the form of a command, than a question.

Taking her not-so-subtle cue, I grab her hand and we duck into a hallway door. There, we find an old wooden stairway leading down into a wine cellar.

We feel our way down, the wood stairs creaking with each step we take. There’s an old dusty window in the far corner of the room, where the moonlight filters through, half illuminating the cellar.

Tonight, there are no kids. No partygoers and no party. Only our silhouette against the wall, her lips around my cock, and the best anniversary gift in a long time.

~ by Jacque on May 5, 2011.

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