Wednesday, 5 April 2017

Do You Love Me - Part of an Occasional Series of New Flash Fiction

Do  You Love Me

Do you love me? she asked as he undressed her, seemingly insecure because her bra and pants didn’t match.  Oh, sure, he replied, hungry, dragging her jeans and knickers down together, desperate to bury his face in the softness of her young bush.  You’re just saying that, she sulked, pushing her cunt into his face, impatient for the feel of his tongue on her clit.  In all honesty, she didn’t much care for foreplay but felt that she ought to make some pretence at insisting on it when, really, she just wanted him to bring her off hard and then flip her over and fuck her, no questions asked.  Say you love me, she pleaded now, as his lizard’s tongue began to worm its way into her slit.

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