Pure Slush

flash ... without the wank


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by Mark Rosenblum    Trim Spa  >


She sensed him sneak off the bed; his naked body tiptoed in the darkness, into the bathroom.  A loud click from the light switch cut the quiet silence of the night.  Illumination peered beneath the door and granted dust bunnies on her bedroom floor a peculiar spotlight to dance between her stilettos and his tennis shoes.  Why him she asked her pillow.  Any of the lonely men at the bar this evening would have satisfied the need, yet she chose the boy.  She scoffed at the term, cougar, but tonight, a smile crossed her lips and she purred contently.


published 29 June 2011