Dance Hall (Warning Sign/Karjon 33)
She walked up to me: hypnotizing eyes, full pouting lips, magnificent breasts, legs lethally long.
"Care to dance?"
I stared with bewilderment, confused by the contrast of voice and body.
"Care to dance?" she asked a second time.
I glanced at the bulge in her jeans. "No thanks. I never dance with a woman who has bigger balls than me."
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Comment by: Arley - 2008-05-03 05:45
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| Yeah, that and the five o'clock shadow, heh heh. Thanks! |
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| Nice, Arley. They build them dance halls girls a bit differently in Texas, eh? The adams apple would be another dead giveaway. |
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Comment by: Arley - 2008-04-30 05:58
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Damn, that's what I should have named it, Lee, heh heh. Thanks!
*I walked to the door . . . I fell to the floor . . . I got down on my knees . . I looked at her and she at me . . .* LMBO, Nora, thanks for dropping by!
Glad you got a kick out of it, Karen, thanks! |
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Comment by: karjon - 2008-04-29 13:05
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Hehehe - very good, Arley.
Thanks for the laughs.
Cheers
Karen |
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Comment by: Nora - 2008-04-28 20:24
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| Oh, Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lo-Lola. Perfect, Arley. I could write a rebuttal, but I couldn't hurt a man's feelings just for having bigger boobs than me. It's just not the same. |
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