She gave the treat a lick and all I could think about was the various ways her tongue could please me. All that time in lock-down and now here we were, out and about again, with her squeezable flesh just inches away, bare for the world to see. She had chastised me for smearing the paint before we left the house, and now all I wanted to do was smear it some more, let the neighbors see, I'm not proud. And all of her was mine.
Just a brief moment. Can't do much more in 90 words. From a distance this "outfit" might fool you, but get within a certain radius and there'd be no fooling anyone. One wonders why this couple chose this way to celebrate the end of lock-down restrictions, but imagine the sweet agony of being an exhibitionist at a time like that.
I like that you can see the place where the paint has been smeared a little, on her left arm. This isn't a pristine picture. Steps have already been taken.
Speaking of taking steps (you knew that was coming, didn't you?) you can head over to Max's blog and take the first step in a long road of enjoyment by throwing your hat into the ring and writing a little flash fiction. It's only 80-90 words. How hard can that be?
Yep, steps have already been taken. :-)
ReplyDeleteSeems like we're all imagining smearing that paint.
Lovely take. Happy FFF!
-- Max
Mmm... what a tasty post! I adore what you saw in this photo. Happy FFF!
ReplyDelete"Just inches away" That can be a promise of things to come or complete torture. I like the idea of doing the painting at home. I wonder what the narrator looked like.
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Nice, What Anonymous said. 'complete torture". Painting in publis would be fun ;-)
ReplyDeleteWhat??? I'm not the only one late with FFF?
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