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."
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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!
ReplyDeleteI had to do something to get you to come over!
DeleteHaha! Good one, Perry.
ReplyDeleteThe only problem is, it's a huge let-down for me too!
Delete;) ... stains are indeed naughty business tho!
ReplyDeleteTalk about naughty business! You should be ashamed of yourself writing so graphically about Ms. Galore and Mr. Robin!
ReplyDeletePerry, 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!
ReplyDeleteIs 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.
DeleteHad 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.
ReplyDeleteLoved the story, Mr. B. You crack-a me up!
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Thank you, Chico Marx! I was so excited I jumped the gun.
DeleteHa ha! You had me going there. Absolutely loved it!
ReplyDeleteHad you going? I thought I had Angela going!
DeleteOh 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!
ReplyDeleteI'd love to pop next door but I think I'd get popped! The date didn't go that well ...
DeleteI laughed :)
ReplyDeleteThanks! Frankly, I cried ...
DeleteOh dear. '-)
ReplyDeleteGood one, Perry!
Thanks, but it could have been a lot better!
DeleteDon't worry, there are lots of women who are turned on by a man who actually cleans stuff!
ReplyDeleteYes, but all they ever want to do is watch me scour.
DeleteMade me chuckle. Award yourself a virtual "like".
ReplyDeleteBut I wanted virtual LOVE!
DeleteIn all honesty, I could see it coming from a mile away, but ... it was funny as hell!
ReplyDeleteIn all honesty, you must have realized I could never get that lucky and you were right!
DeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteKetchup is the ultimate aphrodisiac! Or is that catsup?
DeleteDarn it I was hoping it was erotica. Good story though. Giggle.
ReplyDeleteErotica by me the planet doesn't need.
DeleteOMG..how gallant..silly man. I am going to go take a cold shower now.
ReplyDeleteWait, I'll get in with you!
DeleteOh 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!
ReplyDeleteI was hoping to do some saluting myself, if you catch my drift!
DeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteGood one!
Nobody would ever believe I could get me an Angelique!
DeleteThank you, Libby, always great to see you wherever I am!
ReplyDeleteWell done!
ReplyDeleteOh, I'm done all right! Thanks, Elizabeth.
DeleteI live for innuendo!
ReplyDeleteNow at long last you've got a reason to live!
DeleteSweet. (RogRites)
ReplyDeleteSweet back at ya!
DeleteYou 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.
ReplyDeleteFun piece so to speak. Randy
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.
DeletePerry, 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
ReplyDeleteI'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!
DeletePerry, anyone that can get out the damn spot will make his way to a lady's heart (did you say ketchup ?)
ReplyDeleteI 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!
DeletePerrotica indeed! Yep. Saw it coming and didn't think to duck. You made me laugh.
ReplyDeleteshalom,
Rochelle
Oh, you gotta duck or you get squirted with ketchup! And my cleaning days are over ...
DeleteAh...hhh Perry, the classic story of looking for ketchup in all the wrong places! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd all I ever find is love, damn it! Thanks for writing, Penny.
DeleteLOL brilliant ^^
ReplyDeleteYou're not so bad yourself!
DeletePerry you sure amped up the excitement just leave us wanting for more!
ReplyDeleteYou think YOU'RE wanting for more?!!
DeleteToo 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.
ReplyDeleteSomehow 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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