Eileen Griffin provided the picture for this week’s flash fiction short. For reasons I won’t go into here, this story was written with Eileen in mind and especially for her. I hope those of you who aren’t Eileen enjoy it too.
With special thanks to Tiffany Reisz for allowing me to steal some of her wonderful words.
I slowly stroked myself as I read. This book, these characters, had captured my imagination and fed my fantasies.
‘”I want to own you,” Griffin whispered into Michael’s ear. Michael smiled, and for the first time in his life knew exactly what to say and how to say it. “You already do.”’
“Stop.” I looked up from the page and stared at Chris.
“Stop here? But we’ve still got 45 pages to go.”
Today was the third day in a row we’d spent lazing in the hammock while I read my favourite book, Tiffany Reisz’s The Angel, to my lover.
“It’s perfect. The story should end right there.”
The wistful expression on his face took me by surprise. I allowed my gaze to travel down his tanned body until it reached his engorged cock.
“Perfect, you say?”
I smirked at Chris as a blush started on his chest and slowly crept up his neck until it charmingly brightened his cheeks. I moved my foot and rubbed my big toe against his balls.
“You want Griffin and Michael’s story to end there?” Chris nodded.
“And what about ours?”
His smile was shy and lopsided.
“Can we start a new chapter?”