Flash Fiction Friday

The Game
by Jude Mason

Breathless from his frantic flight, Kyle peered around the base of a giant Cedar, searching for his pursuer. Seeing nothing, he dropped his hand to his naked crotch. Excitement stirred his loins and he thought of the possible prize.

The net whispered as it fell, trapped him, entwining as a lover's embrace. Too late, he lunged ahead, crying, "No! I'm so close!"

The huntress leered down at her catch. Exhilarated by her success, heart racing, her pussy clenched. "Close, but not close enough," she teased. "Kneel; I take you as my prize."

Secretly elated, he complied, erection burgeoning.