One Hundred Words (ok, 93) of flash, inspired by reading. –M
Walking down the hall, past the bedroom door, I stop dead in my tracks and double-take. She is on the bed, reading. But she’s naked, crouched on her knees, turning the page on the pillow-propped book, her adorable butt upraised.
Before I can even think to utter anything other than a wordless exclamation, she turns to look back over her shoulder at me. That look.
“Well?” She asks, back arching ever so slightly, tush poised just so.
I have no argument to make. Her case is unassailable. Fortunately her ass isn’t.
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Otherwise known as Literatus Interruptis.
I think I would be equally persuaded, if not dissuadable – as it were. Something about a woman offering herself like that…