Wordy Wednesday: Drunken Mistakes

His kisses make me squeamish. It’s unnatural for a man to have lips this soft. They feel like old bubble gum I’ve chewed through my sleep, turned into a slimy film coated on the roof of my mouth by morning. He pushes his long, skinny tongue between my lips, swirls it around as if he’s beating eggs. He moans loudly. I’ve barely touched him and I can already see the bulge in his pants. His dirty words don’t excite me.

I bet you got a fat clit.”

“Let me bite your nipple.”

He’s disgusting. But I sleep with him anyway.



This flash fiction piece is part of Wordy Wednesday at Blog-A-Rhythm.


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