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Adrea Kore, Desire, Flash Fiction, Friday Flash, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, sexual relating, sexuality
It had become their sweet mid-week ritual.
Pasta at their local trattoria, served in huge parmesan-laced bowls, with a shared bottle of red. Their legs, under the table, intertwined like strands of tagliatelle.
Afterwards, they’d stroll three doors down for gelati, choosing their cool palette of pastel flavours, sampling from each other’s cups as the sweet mounds softened in the summer-night air.
They’d walk home through the quiet back-streets, taking slightly different routes, yet always arriving at the playground.
Carrie had come to think of it as their playground. Their twilight play-time world, after all the children were gone for the day.
Along the back of old wooden palings separating a back yard from the playground, the words “Love is Love”, in florid spray-painted flourishes, always made her smile. They had joked that the graffiti artist was no philosopher.
Chris would settle her on the swing, seat generous enough to cup the ample curves of her very grown-up buttocks. Standing behind, he’d wrap his arms around her, swaying gently, allowing the swing to take their gravity. Then he’d start to push her, sending the little girl in her skyward, squealing, higher and higher.
Carrie had come to think of it as their playground. Their twilight play-time world, after all the children were gone for the day.
One night, while she was still dizzy from the swing, he knelt in front of her, running his hands up the inside of her thighs.
“You haven’t got any underwear on.” He gripped the chains, pulling the swing towards his waiting mouth.
“Too hot …” she murmured, as his tongue delved into her depths. Head back, gasping, she swallowed stars.