"So, where do we go from here?" she asked as she lit two joints and passed one to him.
They were sitting on the edge of the mountain. Their feet hanging over, soles staring into the wide chasm beneath them.
He took a drag on the joint, held his breath, and said, "Anywhere you want to go."
"Will you let me drive?" She gave him that look which he could never say no to. Then she batted her eyelashes. It was the straw that broke the camel's back.
He took the keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of her face. Her fist snatched the keys in a flash.
She got up and dusted the bottom of her jeans. He sat there and watched her walk to the motorcycle. There was something ethereal about her ass, he almost felt spiritual looking at her walk. She got on the bike, keyed the ignition and kicked the engine to life. He still sat there, hypnotized by her.
She put on her helmet, pinched the joint between her thumb and forefinger and stuck it between her ear and the helmet.
"Well?" she asked, "do you need an invitation? Get on the bike, bitch!"
He grinned, got up and stumbled for the bike.
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Just.Felt.Like.Writing.
They were sitting on the edge of the mountain. Their feet hanging over, soles staring into the wide chasm beneath them.
He took a drag on the joint, held his breath, and said, "Anywhere you want to go."
"Will you let me drive?" She gave him that look which he could never say no to. Then she batted her eyelashes. It was the straw that broke the camel's back.
He took the keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of her face. Her fist snatched the keys in a flash.
She got up and dusted the bottom of her jeans. He sat there and watched her walk to the motorcycle. There was something ethereal about her ass, he almost felt spiritual looking at her walk. She got on the bike, keyed the ignition and kicked the engine to life. He still sat there, hypnotized by her.
She put on her helmet, pinched the joint between her thumb and forefinger and stuck it between her ear and the helmet.
"Well?" she asked, "do you need an invitation? Get on the bike, bitch!"
He grinned, got up and stumbled for the bike.
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Just.Felt.Like.Writing.
Sexy!!
ReplyDeleteLoved it.. and I love the way you use details in your stories.
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I love this, write more!
ReplyDeleteYou always give us snippets of a masterpiece, I always feel like I'm left hanging afterwards.
finally stumbled back to this post ! the second read was all that made this morning brighter !!
ReplyDeleteI like your writing style!Bang on to the point!lovely punches thrown in.
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