Flash Fiction Friday – Detached

*Warning: This story contains adult sexual situations and bad language. Read at your own risk.

Detached

I cupped his shaggy face and scrunched my brow. “You don’t look like him at all,” I said.

I was submissive and moist underneath his body, and he was too heady to care for my usual musings about the man I truly loved.

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