Saturday's Storyteller: There's Another
There's Another by Belinda Roddie All she can think about is that there's another. There's another woman she'd love to soak in her wife's jacuzzi with. There's another dame she'd drink rum and coke with at the bar in her wife's kitchen. There's another lady she'd love to fuck in her wife's king sized bed. There's another red lipsticked renegade she'd smooch all the wax off of, like a flame eating away at a willing candle - the kind her wife would light with jazz playing. She'd adore swimming with her in her wife's pool. Or devour leftover fettucine alfredo from her wife's refrigerator. Or drive to the bay with in her wife's convertible. Meanwhile, the crescent moon gives a crooked, sardonic smile to the two adulterers. And it wants to laugh. It just can't bring itself to. This week's prompt was an original from yours truly.
