Nothing.
Rhythmical beeps.
A hand milks my shaft.
Familiar lips around my knob give silent salvation.
Her voice, choked: “It’s over…”
Shrill beep, dying.
Nothing.
In June I wrote 30 'Eroshorts', stories in 25 words. This is the translation of nr.26. Thank you May More!
Some other Ultrashort Stories:
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