Flash and Burn: First Five by E.J. Swenson
Authors: E.J. Swenson
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Flash and Burn: First
Five
by E.J. Swenson
Copyright © 2014 by E.J. Swenson
Smashwords Edition
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any
form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information
storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from
the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote
short excerpts in a review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, and incidents either are products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely
coincidental.
1. Alone
"I've never done this
before." She giggles nervously, placing her
bag on the floor. "I guess everyone says
that."
"It's OK to be nervous. I
was nervous, too, when I started looking for women through
Craigslist. There are unsavory people out there. I'd be a little
frightened, too, if I were a woman." He smiles, a little too broadly, like
he's hiding something. His posture is loose and weak, like an old
man's, although he appears to be in his thirties. "Let's get something out of the way right now. I'm
not going to touch you. I have congenital immune deficiency, which
means I have to stay behind this plastic curtain."
She nods. Her expression is
uncertain. "Can't you get a bone marrow
transplant or something?"
He shifts with impatience,
and his smile dims by a few watts. Everyone always asks this
question "No. My condition is genetic. That
means the doctors can't just irradiate all the bad cells and
replace them with good ones. My illness is built into all my cells.
It's a part of who I am."
She stands frozen like a statue. Her face is
both taut and vacant. She can't think of anything to say, and it
bothers her.
"Don't worry about it. I
don't want you to feel sorry for me. I just wanted you to know why
my sex life relies so heavily on commercial relationships." He rubs his hands together, and his posture
becomes straighter and more confident. "Let's begin, shall we?"
She nods.
"Please undress for me."
She shivers from fear. It
has begun. "All the way?"
"Yes, please."
She shucks off her coat and unzips her silky
red dress, the one it took hours to choose.
He shakes his head with
irritation . "No, no, no. Do it slowly, like
you're undressing for a new lover. Someone you want to be
vulnerable with, even though the relationship is new and fragile.
Someone you want to tease."
Her cheeks flush. She pulls one long,
gym-sculpted arm from the dress and then the next. She lets the
filmy fabric slide over her flat midsection. She waits a beat and
steps out of the skirt. She is now wearing nothing but a pushup bra
and transparent panties.
He plays with the drawstring of his pants and
pulls out his cock; it is fully erect. She finds herself strangely
aroused.
"Very nice. Your breasts look as if you've
served them up on a platter just for me. They've done their job.
Why don't you set them free?"
She undoes the back clasp and shrugs off the
bra. Her nipples stiffen into hard, brown pebbles.
"Beautiful," he sighs. "Your areolas are the
size of silver dollars. I wish I could take them in my mouth and
nibble on those stiff little nips."
He strokes himself. She shifts her position
slightly, noticing an unfamiliar dampness between her legs. I'm
only doing this for the money, she tells herself.
"Take off your panties. Show me that slick,
hungry pussy."
She pushes her thong over hips slowly, as if
her boyfriend were watching. He gasps at the sight of her slick,
bare mound.
He takes off his own pants, and then makes a
series of quick deft movements with his hands. The plastic curtain
falls away.
Her hand flies to her
mouth. "Oh my God, what have you
done?"
His smile is toothy.
Wolfish. "We all have to die
sometime."
2. Beach reading
The night is her day, the moon is her sun,
and the asphalt rooftop looking out on the city's lonely, twinkling
lights is her beach. She wears a tiny red
Five
by E.J. Swenson
Copyright © 2014 by E.J. Swenson
Smashwords Edition
All rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced in any
form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information
storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from
the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote
short excerpts in a review.
This book is a work of fiction. Names,
characters, places, and incidents either are products of the
author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to
actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely
coincidental.
1. Alone
"I've never done this
before." She giggles nervously, placing her
bag on the floor. "I guess everyone says
that."
"It's OK to be nervous. I
was nervous, too, when I started looking for women through
Craigslist. There are unsavory people out there. I'd be a little
frightened, too, if I were a woman." He smiles, a little too broadly, like
he's hiding something. His posture is loose and weak, like an old
man's, although he appears to be in his thirties. "Let's get something out of the way right now. I'm
not going to touch you. I have congenital immune deficiency, which
means I have to stay behind this plastic curtain."
She nods. Her expression is
uncertain. "Can't you get a bone marrow
transplant or something?"
He shifts with impatience,
and his smile dims by a few watts. Everyone always asks this
question "No. My condition is genetic. That
means the doctors can't just irradiate all the bad cells and
replace them with good ones. My illness is built into all my cells.
It's a part of who I am."
She stands frozen like a statue. Her face is
both taut and vacant. She can't think of anything to say, and it
bothers her.
"Don't worry about it. I
don't want you to feel sorry for me. I just wanted you to know why
my sex life relies so heavily on commercial relationships." He rubs his hands together, and his posture
becomes straighter and more confident. "Let's begin, shall we?"
She nods.
"Please undress for me."
She shivers from fear. It
has begun. "All the way?"
"Yes, please."
She shucks off her coat and unzips her silky
red dress, the one it took hours to choose.
He shakes his head with
irritation . "No, no, no. Do it slowly, like
you're undressing for a new lover. Someone you want to be
vulnerable with, even though the relationship is new and fragile.
Someone you want to tease."
Her cheeks flush. She pulls one long,
gym-sculpted arm from the dress and then the next. She lets the
filmy fabric slide over her flat midsection. She waits a beat and
steps out of the skirt. She is now wearing nothing but a pushup bra
and transparent panties.
He plays with the drawstring of his pants and
pulls out his cock; it is fully erect. She finds herself strangely
aroused.
"Very nice. Your breasts look as if you've
served them up on a platter just for me. They've done their job.
Why don't you set them free?"
She undoes the back clasp and shrugs off the
bra. Her nipples stiffen into hard, brown pebbles.
"Beautiful," he sighs. "Your areolas are the
size of silver dollars. I wish I could take them in my mouth and
nibble on those stiff little nips."
He strokes himself. She shifts her position
slightly, noticing an unfamiliar dampness between her legs. I'm
only doing this for the money, she tells herself.
"Take off your panties. Show me that slick,
hungry pussy."
She pushes her thong over hips slowly, as if
her boyfriend were watching. He gasps at the sight of her slick,
bare mound.
He takes off his own pants, and then makes a
series of quick deft movements with his hands. The plastic curtain
falls away.
Her hand flies to her
mouth. "Oh my God, what have you
done?"
His smile is toothy.
Wolfish. "We all have to die
sometime."
2. Beach reading
The night is her day, the moon is her sun,
and the asphalt rooftop looking out on the city's lonely, twinkling
lights is her beach. She wears a tiny red
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