She lay back on the bed and slowly spread her legs. I tell her to roll over and put 3 pillows under her belly, so her ass is the highest part of her body.

             “Don’t you like missionary sex?” she asks.

                    “No, I prefer you naked on your hands and knees, baying like a hound.”


This is the beginning of a story that keeps my interest.


Or to take a page out of Mickey Spillaine’s book:

        He was lying in a pool of blood, dead as hell.

         sHE was naked, kneeling in the corner, giggling.

I walked over and looked down at her closely.She was licking something red and sticky off her hands.


        Mother died today.                         Camus

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