By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
For Lindsay.
“My boyfriend is
in the other room,” she rasped, as his right hand slipped under her skirt and
up between her legs.
“Do you want me
to stop?” he whispered.
The fingers of
his left hand entangled in her hair. He tugged, tilting her head back; exposing
her neck to his lips.
“Tell me to
stop,” he mumbled, his mouth barely leaving her flesh, “and I will.”
“You’re going to
send me to hell,” she objected; already fighting for breath.
In the darkness,
his lips curved into a wicked grin.
“Maybe,” he
allowed. “But, I’ll take you to heaven first.”
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