Incestually Disappointed

Massively Micro Flash Fiction presents: Incestually Yours

‘Cunnilingus, now!’

‘Yes mother.’


Men Swear

(Inspired by today’s Daily Prompt)

‘I was an orphan at six, sent to foster parents in Dundee, and made my own way back down to London when I reached 18.’

The sex is great; the conversation is dull. And getting duller. That was the third mention of his being an orphan.

‘I got a job selling coats. Expanded that to outerwear of all kinds, and in two years I was running three menswear shops out of the East End.’

I might have replied but for the ball-gag. Making any noise now would just make him think I was enjoying the conversation instead of the sex. Beginning to think this talk excites him.

‘Sold it all when I was 50. Retired to Spain. Even played golf with Ballesteros. Couldn’t stand the heat though. Came back last year. Bought this place. Did it up. Added 30k to the value too. Estate agent thinks it will sell quickly.’

Please just come already. Pretty please, just fill that condom and be done.

‘And then he tried to hit me with a forklift.’