I often wondered why they named the sex shop Adam and Eve. Dildos, cock rings, blow-up dolls, pornography—not very biblical to me. I doubt their customers are even married. Probably horny teenagers and 40-year-old, masturbating virgins.
Then I made love to my neighbor’s college dropout son in his backyard—rain from the previous night’s shower dripping off the plants, kissing my backside. It was only then, as we hid behind the leaves listening to his father stomp through the garden, calling, “Where are you?” that I realized how stimulated I was by the story of man’s first sinners.
word count: 99
It’s amazing how I manage to cut these stories down to 100 words (or less) every week. I’m such a wordy girl. 😉
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