Rose Strailos Flash Stories - 1. Prompt: 1, 2, 89

It was pretty in its own way. It shined in the light so nicely, even when it was me that was moving. It laid on the white tile so innocently, beckoning me to pick it up again. I know I really shouldn’t, but oh how I wanted to. It was my escape, it was my defeat. It was my life. It was my death.

I thought I had destroyed this craving so long ago, but…now it was back. It was so addicting to me and I didn’t know what to do. How was I able to stop myself from picking up this pretty little piece of metal and using it on myself? How?
Reaching forward, I pick it up and stare at the sharp edge with something akin to wonderment. That edge would part my skin for me, letting my blood flow. That edge would help me find my release. I smile softly as I used that edge against my skin once more.

It was pretty in its own way really, and it became even prettier with the red on the silver.

Prompt: Marshmellow
Prompt Number: 2

White and fluffy and oh so sweet, they remind me of better times of spending nights in front of the fire place with my friends surrounding me. The very fire place that now held a small flame where a little popcorn pan sat, heating up.
I pick one up and squeeze it, watching as it puffs out on either side, before letting it go, the shape popping back into place slowly. Looking at where I had squeezed the white fluffy sweetness, I notice that the once solid shape is now slightly smooshed and deformed.

I bite into it, the bite spongy against my teeth and tongue, the utter sweetness coating my taste buds. I smile and hum in delight at the taste as I sit back and let the sensations take me back to better times, when they would float in my hot chocolate, instead of calling me to eat them.

Prompt: Black Velvet
Prompt Number: 89
Talks about sex, but nothing major. It's not beta'd, but I did have a friend look over it.

It’s simple really. It’s nothing more than a strip of material the color of night that was sewed so that it wouldn’t irritate the skin, and so something can hang from it, but it went so well with his black hair. It went so well with his chocolate eyes. It went so well with his olive colored skin. And when it was the only thing on him, it made him want his lover all the more. So yeah, it’s simple really. It may have only been a strip of material, but on his lover, it was an exotic choker that was meant to tease him until they got to the cover of their room.