Flash Fiction Friday A Dish Best Served Cold.

tell his mother…she nailed it!

Adventures of a Word Wytch


He peeled her leather skirt down with his teeth. Next her panties. She spread her legs wide and he began to tongue her sweet wet pussy. As she began to arch in orgasm, she grabbed his head and held him tight.

Almost there… almost…”

Then the doorbell rang. He looked towards the door and pleaded with his eyes to answer it. She nodded.

“Don’t take too long.”

He shook his head no, wiped his mouth and ran for the door.

She looked around and decided to sit on his ‘oh so pristine couch’. Stretching out her legs, she leaned back. “Waiting…” She drummed her fingers. She thought of watching TV, hoping that the noise would bring him back.

The clock ticked. She looked up and saw that it had been fifteen minutes. She growled under her breath. “He is so going to pay for this. My ass is…

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About dave94015

interested in alternative relationships, visual artist, erotic romance writer and reviewer of erotica, drug rehab clinic intern - early 30's
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