The Flash Fiction Project at Google+ has something new going on! There will be a visual prompt for every day in October, and I'm going to try to write a (very) short piece for it every day as well. Due to time zone differences, I'll try writing and posting mine early in the morning, so it's a day after the original post for me, but still the same for them.
Let the fun begin! Here is the prompt for today:
Be warned, this is NSFW.
"Oh god..." Dave gingerly touched his head to make sure it was still where it belonged. It throbbed painfully as he tried to remember the previous night.
There had been glasses with beer, and some with whiskey, on a wooden bar. There had been boobs, hardly contained within a tank top. Beneath them had been a short, tight skirt.There must have been a woman inside those clothes, because the next thing he remembered was a woman undressing him. By then, he must have been too drunk to do it himself. Also, he remembered that awkward moment, fumbling with the condom but not quite finding where it belonged.
Soft, female hands had taken it from him, wrapping him up expertly. He'd swelled so hard under her touch he'd thought the rubber would burst. But that hadn't been what had burst, right?Dave groaned. Was that it - a premature ending to a one-night-stand? Was that why his trousers and shoes were missing? No, there had already been punishment...
When the woman had noticed that he wouldn't be able to satisfy her needs, she'd still pushed him down on the bed. His face had gotten very wet. There had been screams of female pleasure...He wondered how he'd managed that, but then realised it didn't matter. What mattered were the questions where he was and who he was going to call. Certainly not his wife.
"Tony?" He said the name aloud, thinking of his best friend, but other memories fought for his attention. Why would he have a one-night-stand? Sex with his wife was so much more satisfying. Like that last time...
They had already been naked when she'd taken his hand and dragged him into the kitchen. She'd sat on the dining table (he'd briefly wondered about hygiene here) and had wrapped her legs around his hips, kicking his naked ass. She'd always known how to get the most out of him. The way she'd leaned on her arms, letting him do all the work while offering a splendid view of herself...Something was wrong with that memory, but Dave couldn't yet put his finger on it. When was the last time he'd had sex with his wife? And in the kitchen, too? The view changed...
He'd seen her from the side, not front. It wasn't him she'd had her legs wrapped around. It was..."Tony?"