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.
©JSMorbius
http://flasherfictionfriday.blogspot.co.uk/2014/04/17-april-2014.html
4 comments:
Yep, I think I'd prefer that version too ;-)
Sounds like a real scene of ancient debauchery. Not very appetizing at all. Well described account of their day..
I can see why his version would appeal, after all who wants to trudge up hills?
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
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