Micro Monday, Flash Fiction
Olive Oil or Butter?
I saw my wife butt-naked on all fours
I was challenged to write a flash erotic story about anything — as long as I included the following 10 words: Dragging; Kitchen; Bedroom; Sofa; Albert Einstein; Closet; Eggbeater; Olive Oil; Rain; Eight.
This is the mild take on my story. The very dark version, that differs greatly after the first paragraph, is over on Redemption Magazine, click here to read…BUT it is not for the faint-hearted. You have been warned!
I’m no Albert Einstein but I figured recreating my wife’s favorite scene from 9½ Weeks couldn’t be that hard. I went to the kitchen and checked the refrigerator — we had strawberries, a can of Dairy Whip, some leftovers, and… eight eggs? I’m sure they only used two in the movie — maybe I should make her an omelet?
Fuck it, the strawberries and cream would do.
As I went back up to the bedroom I could hear the sound of rain falling on the porch outside. The sofa would be soaked now, and I knew I was in trouble. My wife had told me several times to drop it at her brother’s house, but I’d been dragging my heels. If he wanted the sofa why couldn’t he come and get it?
Walking into our boudoir I saw my wife butt-naked on all fours with her head stuck in the closet. She was searching for shoes.
Looking at her exposed ass I had a sudden desire to ditch the Mickey Rourke fantasy in favor of Marlon Brando in Last Tango in Paris. I contemplated dashing back to the kitchen for the olive oil, but then I remembered Brando had used butter when he fucked his lover anally. Ick.
“What’s that stuff for?” asked my wife, snapping me back to reality.
“I thought we’d try that scene in 9½ Weeks” I replied, holding up the tray full of stuff I’d brought from the kitchen.
“Then WTF is the eggbeater for?”
The very dark version, that differs greatly after the first paragraph, is over on Redemption Magazine, click here to read…BUT it is not for the faint-hearted. You have been warned!
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