Friday, 18 April 2014

Flash Fiction Friday: Re-enactment Weekend

Re-enactment weekend

I know re-enacting scenes was how we spent the weekends but if It had been my choice to pick a scene from the Spartacus TV show we would have been sweating, not because we were trudging up this fucking hill, dressed as fucking Roman slaves, in one hundred degree heat but because we'd spent the afternoon training, in readiness for the games of the arena, then heading back to where we were held captive and sucking and fucking until none of us had any more to give, before we collapsed in a tangled mass of nakedness, sweat and the stench of sex.



Doris O'connor said...

Yep, I think I'd prefer that version too ;-)

Pablo Michaels said...

Sounds like a real scene of ancient debauchery. Not very appetizing at all. Well described account of their day..

Michaela Rhua said...

I can see why his version would appeal, after all who wants to trudge up hills?

Muffy Wilson said...

I believe that might just be the longest, fuckin' sexiest one line paragraph I have ever read. And then I took a breath, not because it was long but because I couldn't read and breath at the same time, I so enjoyed the final image. Outstanding, Julez. xo