Lying in a pile of blankets, she teases him. She’s wearing leggings, knee-high woollen socks, and a scoop neck tee that he reaches inside and gropes her tits.
Her nipples are hard. So is his cock. Her head is in his lap and she strokes the growing bulge of him distractedly, her attention focused on the screen. He sweeps her hair back behind her ear, plays with her earring, draws absent-minded finger-patterns on her shoulder.
He’s aware of the minutes ticking by. He reaches between her legs and strokes her cunt, pushing the fabric between her folds until her wetness seeps through and she moans, softly.
The screen cuts to the ads, and she bounces to her feet. ‘Tea?’
‘Sure.’
He gives her a moment to fill the kettle, to put teabags in the cups, to get the milk out. These seconds are part of her fantasy – she’s told him that before. She imagines the flick of a million switches around the country, the hiss of the water as it starts to heat, the condensation caused by a million plumes of steam.
It turns her on. As he comes up behind her and yanks her leggings down, she spreads wide for him and whimpers as he penetrates her. They’re alone, but it doesn’t feel like it: right now, she knows, millions of people are making tea. She imagines that, instead of picking at hangnails, rinsing plates, or hunting for biscuits at the back of a cupboard; they’re watching her: all of them.
Three minutes is all they have. Three minutes is all, incredibly, it takes. Around the country, demand for electricity surges. A million kettles boil. And in her kitchen, her cheek pressed to the worktop, her cunt filled with cock, and her fingers pressed to her clit, Sarah peaks too.
Sex blog (of sorts) 
oooooh! yesssssss! i hope you grace us with a friday flash piece *crosses fingers*
I’m not sure I’m going to have time this week, but next week, definitely! x
Oh gosh, wow! Not going to look at tea making in quite the same way now 😀
Thank you! x
Wow, wcked Wednesday indeed!
Wow, wcked Wednesday indeed!
Between the groping and the yanking and graceless penetrating, you’ve got all these bits of biscuits and hangnails and millions of plates that are pretty funny, considering..
I’m kinda fascinated by small details that aren’t sexy. Much more so than by traditionally sexy stuff.
absolutely. where people put the used tea bag, how they squeeze it, the little tics of manners; the wetting of the toothbrush or not, the tapping of it once used on the side of the sink or not; which pocket for house keys and which for phone—all these things carry all the sex stuff to new and original places in time & place..
Oh, I love the things you’ve listed here! So much potential!
so many details, so many devils.
I’ll be watching! But not in the creepy way Sting does. 😉
I really love this! [applause! applause!!]
Wow, thank you! I’m so pleased people like it, because the execution of it felt very rushed to me! x
Do you mean you felt rushed as you wrote it, or you feel the plot rushes from one thing to the next? As a reader, I can tell you the pacing seems good to me. It’s spot on an excellent piece of flash fiction. I also love your interpretation of this prompt.
Oh wow, I really like this. I have never thought about it in this way, many people making tea at exactly the same time. Next time I make tea, I will see fucking people in my mind 😉
Rebel xox
Nice short, sexy, I will think of this and you when I next make tea.
Thank you xx