A Wee Story:
Back In Touch
She ran her hand across his chest, rubbed her nose further into his collar bone, breathed in his delicious scent. It had been so long.
“Can I ask you something?”
He held his breath then released it with a sigh. “Please don’t do this.”
“What?”
“You know what.”
“I’m not looking for a fight or anything, honest. I just wondered…”
“Don’t. Just don’t, okay?”
She ran her hand down to his abdomen, drawing circles on his skin.
“I’m just curious…”
“Don’t.”
“How do you see me? What am I to you? You can be honest. I won’t be offended – I promise. Just tell me. I mean, I know what you are--“
“Don’t do this.”
“Tell me. I promise I won’t—“
“You’re an available orifice. Okay? Happy now?”
She turned onto her back. She knew the answer – she knew all of the answers. She wished she hadn’t asked.
Karen Jones "Salsa Commando!" Inspired
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