It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Welcome back! This week is our picture prompt week, and all posts must reflect the chosen image. Our picture prompt posts have to reflect the chosen image and can be no longer than 300 words.
Do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
I watched him as he spoke, the words falling from him with ease and passion. When he opened his eyes our gazes locked. Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald were singing “Dancing Cheek to Cheek” inside the little yellow cabin, the song floating out the open windows.
“Amazing,” I said, my smile sincere. He took a theatrical bow, righted himself, and then offered me his hand.
“Would you like to dance?” The moon was still hidden behind the trees, so the only light in this private copse was from dancing candles and one small square of illumination from the rectangular kitchen window.
“I’ve never been asked by another man to dance,” I confessed, slipping my hand into his. He moved closer, his raspy cheek brushing mine causing my breath to hitch. He slid the palm of his left hand around my back as he began softly singing along to Louis.
“That is a crime against humanity,” he whispered into my ear then resumed his song. I let him lead. No reason really other than I had never experienced it before. His chest moved against mine with each swaying step. My free hand came up to rest on his shoulder. We never moved much, just a few steps one way then the other, the rub of his erection jolting me from head to toe. His cock stood out proudly. “Yes, I am not wearing anything under my kaftan. I rarely do at home.”
Thanks so much for dropping by!
Copyright 2023 ©by V.L. Locey
Click on the link below to return to the Tuesday Tales main blog for more great reads from the Tuesday Tales authors.