Tuesday Tales It's Hard, Rough, and Dirty....what a sandwich
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| Wine Grapes from Napa...random, but, I like this shot |
"It
was Bea.
Andrew
reconnected with the uncomfortable chair and read the message several times.
Was it possible? Thoughts ran first through his heated groin before finally
reaching his brain. He recalled the feel of her smooth skin against the pads of
his fingers. Even her elbow for fuck’s sake, it wasn’t calloused or rough, even her damn elbow was smooth. He could
take her wenis in his mouth and suck on it- maybe teasing her funny bone would
make her nipples hard. The woman made him crazy and brought on bizarre thoughts,
leaning closely into fetish territory. It made him semi-hard at the prospect of
his mouth on any part of Bea.
Wenis? How the hell do I know the slang
term for elbow skin? I watch too much worthless television.
She
wasn’t the tough bitch she so desperately tried to be. On the island, it was
simple because she had a flight to catch and logic took the place of emotion.
Now, they were in the same town and she couldn’t run so effortlessly. Andrew
recalled her parting words from the morning, “a relationship between men and
women did not always involve sex.” Really? From his position in life, he did
not have a single platonic lady friend- unless he counted the female secretaries,
administrative aides, and other workers on his payroll. He never crossed that
line. The last thing he wanted was a sexual harassment suit. Besides, it was
worse than bad taste, it was vastly unprofessional to put an employee in that
position. If his asshole father taught
him anything, it was to remain professionally civilized at all times.
In
the workplace.
Outside
of that, Andrew learned the mannerisms of a chivalrous, yet wildly dirty playboy,
male dominated way of existence. His father played the role well. Who knows how
many other children he conceived in the world? Andrew suspected a knock someday
on his door announcing some long lost sibling. Dear old dad remained faithful
only to himself and his selfish desires. Instant gratification like he was some
starving child from a third world country, at the cost of his vows to Andrew’s
mom.
Nothing
was sacred. But, Andrew was determined to follow a different path, if only he
had a woman inspiring enough to bring forth his hidden loyalty. Possibly Bea.
Sweet Bea."
Comments
Still love this story. I can't wait until it's ready for release!
Great use of the prompts ... and great story!
Even as the room heats up ....