Movie-NUT

Image from “Black Dynamite”-The animated series.

The female on the screen wasn't worth mention. Not compared to what was sitting next to him. Fit, soft, wet, and tight.

Big ol' everything, in all the places he liked. With night eyes, projecting their bright future.

He thought he was directing, because of how she opened up. His fingers helped her go.

He was popping like a trigger; she was struck by the flash. She tensed when it hit. Her eyes and back rolled. After her spasmed finale, his direction continued...

"I'm nexxxt."

He Leaned, back down, legs spread, ready to ball. Her wrist stroke stretched and aired him out.

When they left, he was limping and blue. Stomach in knots.

From one end or the other his time was coming up.

He took her home to see if her lips could complete what her hand couldn't.

(A story from my Freaky Friday series)