"A clear shot"
Clarice opened the box and bent her legs. Naked, sitting in an armchair, her slit was sweating, juice was dripping from her vulva, wetting her fingers and the cock she held.The buzzing and light of the fireplace filled the room....
"Taking a stab at microfiction for the Halloweenie competition"
“What about the jack-o-lantern?” I ask.“Let the gourd watch,” you say breathlessly.I drop the carving knife as you drop to your knees. Zipper down, eager erection rising to meet your devouring grin. Leaning back, elbows resting rudely on the table,...