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Friday, February 12, 2021

Friday Five 021221

 


First time on this challenge. The words today are: retired, bucket, sit, shout, version.

An empty bottle of Champaign was in a bucket of melted ice. The couple were entwined in an embrace, their lips locked and breathing heavily. Wordlessly Albert pulled away from Joyce and he looked towards the bedroom door. She nodded. 

He wanted to shout "Hurrah," but kept his cool. It only took him four months of dinners, movies, pic-nicks, hiking in the mountains, and finally a romantic cabin in the woods.

They retired to the bedroom and he helped her sit on the bed as he lifted her legs and took off her shoes. He kissed her toes and traveled up her legs. She ran her hands through his curly hair sending shivers up his spine.

She lifted up her blouse and let her perky, pointy breasts breathe. Hurriedly he pulled down his pants and underwear in one motion. He was ready. 

Every version of this scenario he played out over in his mind now was when he'd finally join with her in ecstacy. Pulling down her panties, lifting up her legs and taking them off, the fruit of his long labor was about to be fulfilled.

Rising up he gently kissed her lips and began to move his hips onto hers, but suddenly he was soft. For two hours he'd been hard as a rock and now a limp noodle.

NOOOOOOOOOO, he sat up alone in his bed. Albert had his worst nightmare.   

4 comments:

Marianne Arkins said...

Awwwwwwwwwww... poor Albert!!

P M Prescott said...

Lol.

Judy said...

Poor thing... I bet that's every man's nightmare...

P M Prescott said...

It's up there.