He has her in the window again.
Does he do it for me, or for him?
I think they know I watch.
I think I am part of what they do.
She has been there some time.
My pot of coffee is gone and I should get on with the day.
I am about to go when he appears behind her, running his fingers over her and kissing her neck. She leans her head back against him.
She must ache, frozen like that, a live statue.
Leaning into my own window, my hand slips into my boxers.
It’s a surprise to us both when the knife appears and we share a moment of fear and confusion.
The light catches the blade and my cock jumps.
In one swift movement he slices through the lace of the material and I watch it fall slowly to the ground, the aggression of his action contrasting with the sensual undressing it causes.
One hand rests the knife against her throat and with the other he thrusts his fingers deep into her, fucking her for me.
The muscles in her neck strain as I hold my cock and together he brings us both to climax.
I have continued with my flash fiction this week as I am quite enjoying it being a Saturday thing. This one is a little longer at 200 words. Follow this link to see another of my images or this one for more fiction, or find my recent Saturday flash pieces below.