Sanded
100 word flash fiction
Published in
Apr 10, 2022
“I have sand everywhere,” I laughed as we rolled around. I couldn’t decide what I wanted more: A shower to get the grit off my hot skin, or him.
When he pinned me down and sunk into me, the answer became clear.
Both.
But the shower could wait. Something about the sand exfoliating my folds with the aid of his deep thrusts made the experience delectable. I cried out with pleasure.
When I felt sand dollars rubbing my ass, I cried out in pain.
“I promise I won’t forget the blanket next time,” he said as he made me come.
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