(Very) Short Stories Thread

The sweet, heavy aroma of leather hung in the shop air. The commuters bustled by obliviously outside the shuttered window. From his vantage point on his hands and knees, his nose inches away, a new scent filled the air as she slowly slid her skirt up her thighs.
 
As her skirt slid up, his nose and tongue followed tracing a moist line past her stockings to her V and her naked hairy pussy.
 
She has visitation rights, is what I calls it.
It's time. She visits. Perhaps I am in
the wife Perhaps the sheets are to receive
a so-called wet dream. Perhaps the au pair
has her hand out. Whichever, I will groan
her name, close my eyes and she will visit
and I will cum and cum
 
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