If you’re looking for our other Flash Fiction Friday post for today, it can be found here.

He sat naked on the bed, watching intently as she stripped.  He stroked his needy cock as her familiar curves came into view.

She gyrated slowly as her skirt fell to the floor.  She hadn’t meant to, but in the back of her mind she remembered that it was what he liked.  Then she reminded herself that what he liked was no longer important, and tried to rationalize his presence in her bedroom.  He may have been a selfish, thoughtless liar, but she wanted sex and he was willing.

Despite her disgust, she was as aroused as he was.  Her soaked panties halfway down her thighs, she raised a hand to her pussy to dam the flood, then doffed them completely.  Naked, she turned to face him, briefly regarding the cross above her bed.  She averted her eyes, which landed on his stiff, throbbing member.

“Bring the condoms?” she asked.

He shook his head.   She wasn’t surprised by this broken promise, but as far as treacheries go, this was easily the most subtle perfidy he’d ever committed.  She climbed onto the bed. (182)

-Jack

Behind the Scenes

This is the second of two Flash Fiction Friday prompts posted this week in Panserbjørne’s absence, this one courtesy of Ram the Sunlover.  The word range was 144-188, and the required phrase was “subtle perfidy”.  I can admit to having to look up “perfidy”.  Given its meaning (deliberate breach of faith or violation of trust), I initially considered having it refer to an extramarital dalliance.  However, that seemed too easy.  While shaping in my head the relationship between the two principles, I considered that the man was likely a serial cheater, but I wanted the phrase to refer to a less obvious offense.  Hence, the forgotten condoms.

Among the details in the prompt photo that I tried to include were the man’s reclining pose and his erection; the woman’s stance and the placement of her hand; and the cross hanging on the wall.  I found the latter unfortunate, as I lacked the necessary space to go into any real depth about the woman’s spirituality, and I could think of almost nothing to say about it briefly.  Thus, the cross is relegated to a brief mention; I felt that omitting it completely would be unfair as it’s such a prominent part of the photo.

Soundtrack

Some sort of slow, sultry mid-nineties alternative rock would work well here, ideally something with a female lead vocalist.  “Trigger Hippie” by Morcheeba, “Angry Johnny” by Poe, or either “Sleep to Dream” or “Criminal” by Fiona Apple would be ideal.