3/30/2012

Flash Fiction Friday: My Boy Friend's Ex




My Boy Friend's Ex


     I knew there was something about this job he didn't want me to know,  but walking on set to find Trey fucking a chick wasn't on my radar of things he might be hiding.

     She squealed, bucking into him. Acting my ass. I threaded my fingers through the hair at my nape where it prickled uncomfortably. When I realized how closely his grip in her hair mirrored my gesture I dropped it immediately.

     I growled. Trey's head snapped up.

     "I can explain."

     "No, you can't." His ex-fiancée lay on the bed, tiny school girl skirt flipped up revealing glistening flesh. 

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14 comments:

  1. Old lovers die hard....nice post Lee

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  2. Very nice, Lee! I loved the tension.

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  3. Fabulous post. I bet his explaination consists of "she means nothing to me".

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  4. Excellent emotion and tension. Awesome Flash, Lee

    E~

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  5. I loved the grip on his hair and her hair! Wonderful flash, Lee!

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  6. I love the glistening flesh! Hot and great story!

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  7. Please let him explain -- I need to know!!

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  8. *shakes head* She's an ex for a reason - but I'm thinking Trey may have two exes now...

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  9. Naughty! Naughty! Naughty! I would walk away and never show up again if that was me catching them two. Well, then again,I might have joined them. lol Great FFF!

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  10. Fabulous Flash -- but don't leave me hanging like that!

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  11. oh... this was had it all..hot sex and jealousy..wonderful!

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  12. Ex-fiancé! Oh hells yeah, Trey is in trouble. I don’t know how he’s going to explain himself out of this one. Great post Lee!

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