I yanked 100 words from the next Blue Moon House volume. I thought it fit with the photo. Check out the other flashes by hitting the blog.
He tasted the salt of her skin, the juices of her sex, different but complimentary. He could feel the changes in her on his fingers, the gentle sway that turned into tight clenching and later thrusting. Probably best of all, though, was watching her. The way her eyes fluttered. One moment they would be squeezed shut, the next wide in amazement. Pink spread, starting in her cheeks and flowing down over her sagging breasts and still tight belly until it disappeared behind the dark curls of her sex. That brought him a new scent. Her blood.