The Blonde – A Flash Fiction

At the end of my bed, the gorgeous blonde sat, watching me intently, her dark brown eyes gazing longingly into my mine. Her slender face suggested a restless yearning for intimacy, but she waited with due patience, waited for my command. The corner of my mouth rose to form a smile, and I beckoned her closer with a tender nod of my head. In an instant, like a match being struck, her face lit up and her face went from one of impatience to excitement. She pawed her way across the duvet, nestled herself into my arms, and lay her head against my bare chest. I kissed the top of her head. She barked.

– James –

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