Flash Fiction Friday #26
Remember? How could I forget? I recall it specifically because it was the first (and last) time I was told I was a lousey lover. It took me years...well, months anyway, to recover from that devestating blow to my ego. I probably wouldn't have been that devestated if she'd had told me up front she was a hooker, but she didn't. It was my first trip to Vegas, I picked her up in a bar and we (I thought at the time) both got soused. We went to my room, I did my thing and then she asked me for the money. I thought she needed to borrow some and laid a twenty on her. Wow! She smacked me pretty hard and said it was a hundred minimum and I was such a lousey lover she should charge me two hundred.
I found the hookers in Spain a much more pleasant experience...or maybe Italy...or France...or....
I found the hookers in Spain a much more pleasant experience...or maybe Italy...or France...or....
posted by porchwise at 1:14 PM
11 Comments:
LMAO - what an interestng take on FFF - definitely hoping it's not autobiographical!!
Glad you shared your "fictional" effort this week - LOL
Oh Lord it's hard to be humble . . .
A hundred for a Las Vegas hooker. That's a steal!
If a hooker called me a lousy lover after a disagreement about money, I'd take it with a grain of salt. That's just the greed and anger talking.
You gotta be Rocco Siffredi to impress a hooker anyway.
At least that's what people tell me....I wouldn't really know.
no,debby, it's strictly a pipedream
no,justacoolcat, it's easy when it's fiction..oh, sorry, you meant you
no, james, I wouldn't know either..LOL
I was referring to your story, but since you put it that way.
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wow. is there some pent-up inferiority complex here or what? J/K. Fun read.
Funny. Remember, you're only a lousy lover if you care what she thinks. It was good for you, right?
Slut!!!!!!!!!!!!
glad you got your money's worth...
walk good.
Thanks for the laugh.
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