Red neon flashed through the window, where the worn drape didn’t quite meet the wall. Linda leaned on an elbow and watched the flicker on Rick’s bare shoulder.
“Do you really love me?”
Rick forced his left eye open. “Uh — I sure did there a minute ago.”
“Rick, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Linda swung her legs off the bed, sat up and stared at the wet gleam on
her inner thighs. “I mean, where are we going?”
“Dunno about you, but I’m goin’ to sleep.”
“For chrissake.” She stood and padded toward the bathroom.
Rick rolled his head on the pillow. “Nice ass.”
She paused and wiggled. “How’d you like to kiss it?”
The bathroom door slammed.
All time RayCo favorite!!! Five shooting stars!
Now he’s thinking ‘what’s wrong?’ Too funny!
Very sexy, I felt like a fly on the wall…
Loved the layers in this peice and (yes I have to say it) the cheekiness. Pun intended. :D
Wild! Love the intimacy of the humor-flecked ‘insults’. Most excellent. peace…
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