This is is a short flash, Enjoy
“Wow! says the budding author.
“Pooky, my sweet little honey pie pumpkin, you should see what I just wrote. I think I may be a literary genius. In fact, I'm sure of it.” He gives the young woman a great big smile as she enters the room in a sexy little see through nightie, and red high heels. The writer is completely oblivious to her stunning body, and oozing sexuality. He is immersed in his novel.
“Read this. It's fantastic!”
She bends down, and leans against his back, so he can feel her warm body, and begins reading the words on his Apple screen. Loverboy is still ignoring her sexual advances. Tonight she has chosen to wear the perfume that turns him on the most, Instant Gratification.
“So, do you like it,” he says, still not acknowledging her voluptuous body.
“Look, mister Hemingway, are we going to have sex, or not, tonight"? She stands half naked, feet apart, hands on hips, and shoots him a look of total frustration, with her sapphire blues eyes ablaze.
“Well….. Pooky. He hesitates, and glances back at his computer screen, drooling over the beautiful words he has written.
“Is there anyway we can hold off on that until tomorrow tonight. I promise I'll make it up to you. How bout if I wear my Superman outfit?” He winks at her, still not looking at her body.
Now she is pissed. “There's three things I've got to say to you shithead. Number one, you're an asshole. Number two, you're not a genius.” She starts walking out of the room.
“Wait Pooky, Sweetie Pie, you said there were three things. What's the third one?”
She glares back at him, winks, and fondles her breasts, while rolling her tongue slowly around her cherry red lips.
“"Number three, your writing sucks!”
She giggles, and sashays out of the room, her curvy little derriere illuminated by the voyeuristic moonlight peeking through the window. 😛
