"Mr Goodfoot" Acrylic on paper. Copyright 2012 Totsymae
His fingers, like icky putty to the touch. She didn’t want him touching and nibbling her neck. Why they ended up in the bedroom for him to prove he was no good at fucking, again, she couldn’t rightly fathom. She felt like a dumb ass while her head banged and knocked whatever sense she had left against the headboard.
She looked him over. Sweat beads lining his forehead. Him feeling good and shit. Suddenly, came the ugly face, ’cause he was no looker anyhow. Then, he collapsed and fixed his mouth to ask, “So Babe, when you riding the pony?”
(c) 2012 Totsymae
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Great expression…. hmmm and enjoyed reading the post my dear good friend
Zahir
You WOULD like that, huh…:-)
Hahahahaaaa dear Tots
This is terrific. What a visual. Love the title and the last line. Brings a smile. Great writing, as usual!
An awful visual, isn’t it?
This guy’s been getting by for too long. Somebody needs to tell him.
You nailed that one, Totsymae!
That’s it Totsymae a bit of smut for the weekend LOL
Smut? Oh, no!
I love the painting, but you knocked it out of the park with this one. I snorted my coffee! Hysterical. (And been there, done that.)
This has to be every woman at one time or another, you think? They must be stopped.
I felt and saw this one so very clearly. Oh my…been there and don’t want a repeat. Totsy, that’s a great painting. Your colors and compositions are stellar – in watercolor and acrylics.
Having a flashback, were you?
I love your work, so I appreciate your liking Mr Goodfoot.
Hope she told him he was like taking a drag off a cigarette and not inhaling.
Oh dear … been there, done that.
Oh dear, is right. What a mess to be in, huh…
Well this was certainly different. For some reason it reminded me of that old joke, “Why do keep hitting your head with that hammer / it feels so good when I stop. ”
Wonderful painting – unusual textual context.
Yep, I think that old joke applies here perfectly.
Love the first line!
Kind of one of those small things she kept ignoring. Now, she knows why.
That’s what you’d call balls. Probably all he has anyway, bout he wants her to ride the pony. Don’t you just love those people?
I do. It’s a world crisis. Let’s address it.
Definitely is a crisis. How to address it though?
“then came the ugly face”, ha ha. Too true and soo visual.
Such a prosaic memory she’ s weaving … Totsymae! Just love Mr Goodfoot, cheers catchu8r molly
Thanks, Molly.
Perhaps she will begin creating fond memories from here forward.
Too bad them evil headboards don’t knock some sense Into people.
I think I’ve known guys like this one. The way you write, Totsy, I feel like I’m reading jazz. Cool post!
***and knocked whatever sense she had left against the headboard***
Excellent
Xx
So many women identified with this story. A downright shame, ain’t it?
So girl, was it as good for you as it was for me? Whew, I need a cigarette…
I hope never to have a sexual encounter like that. I sure never have.
Oh, Tots, you make me cry and laugh all at the same time! These men simply do not know how hilarious they are in the sack, do they?
i love 100 word stories and am looking forward to all of yours. hugs