My Pleasure, Miss


We met in a coffee shop.  A spilled purse, a helping hand.  “I’m Jimmy.”  “I’m …”

Her small breasts were my latte; her arched belly begged for my downwardly slurping engine.

We connected as lifelong lovers: she wrapped me in delicate verse, I filled her with sticky prose. 

“Thank you, Jimmy.”

jimmyblue jimmyblue
41-45, M
5 Responses Jan 8, 2010

Thanks Spring. ;-)

Yes, the 50 word rule makes it seem like a quickie even when it shouldn't be. Hmm.

Thanks bellas. (Or maybe you are referring to destry's comment above; it wouldn't be the first time I've publicly said thanks for a compliment not intended for me.)

Nice !!!

You use notes! Wow, I'd like to know more about your method.

Thanks Lilly. I'm glad you liked it.<br />
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destry, that would be a very disjointed novel. Besides, my 10-words don't make any sense without yours. It would have to be a co-authored thing.

Thank you destry and Laurie. My first 50-word story! I guess I'm no longer a virgin. :)