The lovelies, Rochelle and Na’ama, teamed up to tempt my darker, speculative, micro-fiction side. It’s 100 words. Fewer is fine, but more is too many. My story follows Na’ama’s enticing photo. Click on it to bat fly over to Rochelle’s place for rest of the tantalizing story.
Genre: Erotic Spec-Fic
Title: Leave the Light On
Word Count: 100
Drunk at midnight. The doorbell. Instant love.
She said, “I saw your light. Would you like to donate blood? Invite me in. Vodka Collins, please.”
“Yes. Come in. I’ll get your drink.”
Her phone. “Party at David’s. Sunrise. I’m getting bloody marys now. Maybe a sperm bank donation too. Cute guy, but older.”
I handed her the Collins. “I thought y’all bit us on the neck.”
“Too messy. We’re high tech now. Like Red Cross. Instant disease tests and all. Join our frequent donor, blood-bag club.”
“Really? No more biting?”
“Nope. But I give a hell of a hickey.”
Look both ways for erotic vampires.
Mind the gaps and floss daily.