Here we go with another Flash Fiction Friday! The terrific Tom of Three Spelling Mistakes has put up a “moving picture” to inspire us to write this week. Click over there to see what he and other top notch bloggers saw in this photo. My take is below.
Here’s the challenge:
Word Limit: 300
Bonus Words: +100 if you tell us your opinion on ObamaCare.
Required Phrase: “First, do no harm”
Forbidden Concept: Don’t make it about blue balls.
Extra Credit: Throw some medical mumbo jumbo in there.
“What are you watching?!!!” my wife asked. I nearly jumped out of my skin, instinctively minimizing the browser. I can’t believe I didn’t hear her come upstairs! Crap.
“Go back!” she insisted. “I want to see!”
“It’s just a .gif,” I answered, trying to put her off. She reached over me and maximized the screen… staring at the nurse being fondled by the patient.
“Wow… that’s hot!” she exclaimed. Definitely NOT what I thought she’d say!
“Yeah… “ I replied, treading very lightly.
“He’s a dish. She’s stunning!” She continued.
“Yes, yes… very nice,” I admitted, wondering who this woman was.
“Is that Stoya?” she asked. My mouth dropped open wide.
“I think so… how do you know her name?” I asked, completely flummoxed that she was familiar with my favorite porn star.
“Oh… she shows up all over, very distinctive,” she said. I could not believe this.
“Yes. She’s… my favorite,” I confirmed.
“Hunh… thought you liked blondes?” she posited.
“Sure… they’re great. But there’s no one like Stoya,” I stated. “She reminds me of you, in high school.”
“Oh go on…” she chided me. “I had dark hair… but not much else in common.”
“You have that… impish spark,” I explained. “But your tits are way better!” I grabbed them and gave them a nice squeeze, then reached lower down.
“Have you seen her reading aloud sitting on a vibrator?” she asked. I stared.
“Oh… yes. It’s… funny!” I settled on.
“Sarah Rogers from church sent me that… it’s priceless!” she opined.
I can’t believe I’m talking to my prudish wife about porn videos.
“I like what his hand is doing… can you do that?” She requested, lifting her demure business skirt.
“Um… okay,” I said, reaching for her slit.
“Remember… first do no harm! Ha ha ha…”