Ghost Pepper Mondays: Skirt Sex (NSFW)

Over the weekend, a piece of erotic flash fiction that I’d submitted for an anthology was rejected. It’s not my best work: personally significant, but full of intentional awkwardness and aggressive use of gender-neutral pronouns. In short, probably a poor choice of topic for a flash.

This morning, a colleague sent me a link to an article on the importance of failure to a writer. I’d already decided that, rather than try to shop around that flash, or bury it in shame, I’d just give it to you. Reading Margaret Atwood describe the novel she never wrote has inspired me to do a bit more: I’ve been wanting to commit to blogging several times a week, but afraid of failure.

Heck with that. Here’s the first in what I intend to be a regular Monday feature: Ghost Pepper Mondays, a day for something intensely sensual, in honor of of Naga Jolokia, the hottest pepper on record. Decadent food, strong drink, and sex are all in the offing.

So, with no further delay, I present “Skirt Sex.”


“Do you want to?” she said.

“Yes,” ze replied softly. “Please.”

Taking zir hand in her own, she led zim into her bedroom.

Their mouths met, the shimmery gloss on her lips mingling with the wine-red of zir lipstick.

“You kiss like a girl… is it weird for me to say that?” she ran her fingers through the soft, fine beard below zir full, red lips.

“It’s okay,” ze replied, blushing a little.

“God, you are so cute!” she pulled zim down onto the bed.

“I… can we take this slow?” ze whispered, “I don’t want to rush.”

“You want to do this, right?”

“Very much,” zir voice was husky “I really like you.”

She kissed zim again, and watched as zir eyes fluttered and closed. Their hands began to wander over one another’s backs and sides. It was just necking and petting, but it felt deliciously kinky to her.

Zir hands slipped up inside her t-shirt and she stripped it off, then unhooked and removed her bra. Fingertips grazed up her sides and over the curve of her breasts. She sighed.

She reached out for zir blouse then paused. “May I?” she asked, her hands on the buttons.

Ze nodded in reply.

The white silk parted revealing a chest that was broad, and covered in fine hair, like zir beard. Ze gasped and jerked when she touched zir nipple.

“Are they sensitive?” she asked.

“Ahh, yes.”

Pressing the hair out of the way with her hand, she leaned in and covered that small, hard nipple with her mouth.

Ze moaned as she licked and sucked at it, first gently, then harder.

“Haahh…” ze shivered as she turned her attentions to zir other nipple.

Then she lifted her head to look at zir flushed face.

“Are you ready now?”

Ze just nodded.

She was about to pull her skirt and panties down together when zir hand alighted on her own.

“Wait,” ze said, “can we leave the skirts on?”

In answer, she reached up under her plain brown skirt and pulled off her striped cotton panties.

She heard zir intake of breath.

“Let’s see what you’ve got under there,” she said, pressing zir charcoal pencil skirt up over zir hips to reveal a lacy black bikini brief with a tell-tale bulge in it.

“Roll onto your back,” she said, and ze complied. She pulled off the brief, and ran a finger up the length of the shaft that emerged.

“That’s a nice…” she paused, uncertain, “cock?”

“Sure, whatever,” ze shrugged.

“I want to feel it inside me.” Her voice was low and insistent in her own ears.

“Hold on,” ze said, producing a condom.

A few moments later, she was descending over zim, taking zir cock into her hungry heat. Her skirt fell over them both, veiling their sexes from sight. She moaned as she came to rest on zir hips, and heard an answering whimper from the beautiful creature below her.

She rose and fell over zim, and ze thust zir hips in countertime until pleasure overtook zim. The painted lips parted in a shivering moan as ze came, and she gasped in vicarious pleasure.

Zir hands slid under her skirt to caress her thighs as she rested on zim. Zir fingers, with their short nails and swirly green polish, tangled in her bush, just above her clit. They moved in small circles there, manipulating her in a way that made lights flash and sparks crackle all the way up her spine.

She hadn’t realized how close she was. She cried out as her orgasm rippled through her, and then collapsed onto zir chest.

“Mmmmm….” she mumbled.

“Thank you,” ze whispered.

“You’re welcome,” she replied. “Thank you for the great… skirt sex.”

Ze laughed softly. “Skirt sex. I like that.”

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