This one is almost too easy ...
The date had gone far better than Perry had ever imagined it would.
"Hurry, help me out of this dress!" Angela cried as they returned to her apartment.
Perry's nervous fingers trembled as he unzipped the back of her dress and fairly well ripped the garment from her body.
"Do it now! Please! Now!" she shouted.
Perry began rubbing and stroking, ever striving toward full and total satisfaction.
More! More!! Harder!!! Harder!!!!!
Finally, he was spent.
"Didja get the ketchup stain out?" called Angela from the next room.
"Yeah, kinda," Perry replied. "Maybe you ought hang this thing outside now to dry."
My first X-rated post for the Friday Fictioneers! That is, X-rated as in X marks the spot where the ketchup stain used to be.
Wherever the stain was, the picture prompt is up above and the story's below, and this week I came in (poor word choice!) at a respectable 102 words, two above the prescribed limit. If you're ready to slip into something more comfortable for the other Friday Fictioneers, well, X marks the spot to find them here.
"More! OMG! Please More!" Yep, more Flash Fiction next week.
Oh Perry! You tease!
I had to do something to get you to come over!
Haha! Good one, Perry.
The only problem is, it's a huge let-down for me too!
;) ... stains are indeed naughty business tho!
Talk about naughty business! You should be ashamed of yourself writing so graphically about Ms. Galore and Mr. Robin!
Perry, you really assaulted my senses with the peppering of spice in your story. Phew! I had take off my coat! Plus you made me laugh a lot! A word of unsolicited advice. Don't ever go into professional dry cleaning!
Is your banner new? I LOVE it!!
Given my talents in the story, a dry cleaning business may be the only way I'm likely to meet women.
Had the banner a short time, though I don't understand where the artist got the idea I'm a hapless, harried, insecure guy. What an imagination he must have!
Where do you live? 'Cause it's Thursday, where I am.
Loved the story, Mr. B. You crack-a me up!
Fantasies, mysteries, comedies, recipes
Thank you, Chico Marx! I was so excited I jumped the gun.
Ha ha! You had me going there. Absolutely loved it!
Had you going? I thought I had Angela going!
Oh dear, oh dear, there's a semi- clothed Angela in the next room and you're playing with her dress? For shame Perry! Step up for the dry cleaning bill and pop next door!
I'd love to pop next door but I think I'd get popped! The date didn't go that well ...
I laughed :)
Thanks! Frankly, I cried ...
Oh dear. '-)
Good one, Perry!
Don't worry, there are lots of women who are turned on by a man who actually cleans stuff!
Made me chuckle. Award yourself a virtual "like".
In all honesty, I could see it coming from a mile away, but ... it was funny as hell!
I didn't see it coming... but I don't get out much. And certainly not to any place where ketchup is available. :) Nice one, made me grin.
Darn it I was hoping it was erotica. Good story though. Giggle.
OMG..how gallant..silly man. I am going to go take a cold shower now.
Oh Perry, you old trickster!!! Got me good with that one! I can always count on a good laugh when I come your way. And for that I salute you!
What desperation... to use your own name in a story... All I could think of as I read, was that why couldn't it be Angelique instead of Angela.
Funny and unexpected as always Perry! Nice to see you have another outlet where others can read your stuff!
Thanks, but it could have been a lot better!
Yes, but all they ever want to do is watch me scour.
But I wanted virtual LOVE!
In all honesty, you must have realized I could never get that lucky and you were right!
Ketchup is the ultimate aphrodisiac! Or is that catsup?
Erotica by me the planet doesn't need.
I was hoping to do some saluting myself, if you catch my drift!
Nobody would ever believe I could get me an Angelique!
Thank you, Libby, always great to see you wherever I am!
Wait, I'll get in with you!
Oh, I'm done all right! Thanks, Elizabeth.
I live for innuendo!
You got to stop spilling ketchup on your dates and convincing them to come to your apartment so you can wash them out. It's getting old, and besides it's not working - except that us neighbors get to see all these different clothes hanging from your fire escape and know that you're at it again.
Fun piece so to speak. Randy
Now at long last you've got a reason to live!
Sweet back at ya!
It sure isn't working. Once I get the stain out, I'm out too! But it's nice my neighbors are enjoying the fashion show outside my apartment ... Thanks for so speaking, Randy.
Perry, I should have expected as much from you with this pretty little dress! Very funny. I worked with the idea of stain as well, but not nearly as colorful as yours. - Amy
Perry, anyone that can get out the damn spot will make his way to a lady's heart (did you say ketchup ?)
I'm so happy everyone's enjoying the fact that only way I can get a woman to take off her clothes is squirt them with Ketchup! Thanks, Amy!
I seem only to be able to make my way to to the lady's stomach, as in nausea. Oh, well, at least I got most of the stain out!
Perrotica indeed! Yep. Saw it coming and didn't think to duck. You made me laugh.
Oh, you gotta duck or you get squirted with ketchup! And my cleaning days are over ...
Ah...hhh Perry, the classic story of looking for ketchup in all the wrong places! :)
And all I ever find is love, damn it! Thanks for writing, Penny.
LOL brilliant ^^
You're not so bad yourself!
Perry you sure amped up the excitement just leave us wanting for more!
Too bad you weren't there to teach Monica Lewinsky your stain removal techniques. Of course, that would have meant SHE would have to come over to YOUR apartment and remove her dress. While she's there, she could tour the Presidential Library.
You think YOU'RE wanting for more?!!
Somehow I think she already got the complete tour. As for my Presidential Library, no one has ever signed up for it!
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