Loved this saucy and sweet flash story by Stefanie Simpson.
OK, so “saucy” is a bit of an understatement. Have a look for yourself…
I tapped the wooden arm of the bedroom chair, clicking my nails, watching.
The nude man on the other side of the room glided an iron across a freshly washed bed sheet. He neatly folded it and set it down on the perfectly placed pile next to him.
Bored, I got up, but he didn’t lift his face and started on a blouse. I stood next to him, steam rising, the smell of heated cotton and the vague scent of him close by made me want. I palmed his naked bottom, squeezing it, but he didn’t pause.
I leant right in, still feeling him. “You’re doing a terrible job.”
“Sorry, I’ll do better.”
“You say that every time. And yet you never improve. Bend.”
He hovered, the smallest doubt in his eyes as he turned his head slightly, but he obeyed. He held the ironing board and bent a little.
His chest rose silently, and he went further. I pinched hard, making him tense.