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Flasher Sunday
By Nancy Lindquist | March 12, 2007
This is a take off on one I did a couple weeks ago.
Copyright 2007. All rights reserved.
Word Count: 174
Erotic Encounter
His hand moves over my ass, leaving tingling shivers in its wake. “Mmm, that feels so wonderful.”
His grin has that evil sensuality only a man about to get fucked senseless has. He leans forward and captures my nipple in his mouth.
I love the feel of a hot male mouth on my breast.
“God, yes. Please.” At least that’s what I mean to say. Most of it drips from my lips as incomprehensible, needy moans.
I’m almost desperate now, with the need to feel his cock inside me. I drag the zipper down on his jeans and free it with a lick of my lips.
No condom is needed. No condom required. I laugh at the mixture of bad joke and need for sex. Any sex. Good, bad, indifferent. It’s been to long. Way too long.
The back door bangs. “Mom, we’re home.”
Shit, four O’Clock already? I twist off the vibrator and jam it in my drawer.
What’s a girl got to do to have a quickie with her favorite movie star?
