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?”
