How to Deal with a Surprise Penis (or Victoria, Your Twenty Minutes Start…NOW!)

Flash fiction time again. My writing group didn’t have to write about surprise penises, but I wanted to. The exercise involved choosing a headline from a magazine. And the headline I chose was:

 

How to Deal with a Surprise Penis

 

Oh! Is…is it?” Tamara perched on the mattress, her feet tucked up near her bottom, her knees squashing her chest, and darted another glance at hishis…and tried to ignore the fluttering inside her tummy.

He seemed to make a sort of strangled sound.

Her eyes flew up. Oh goodness gracious, if she could just keep staring at his face, then everything would be alright. Hewhat did he say his name was? Michael?had such a kind face. Since she had to haveshe shuddereda customer, she supposed she was lucky to have him as her first. He had an easy grin, a few freckles sprinkled across his nose, and blue eyes that seemed to have a reassuring twinkle.

Is it what?” His deep, gentle voice shook, but he tilted his head and gazed into her eyes, politely ignoringwell, the rest of her.

Oh my goodness! The bed creaked as he lay down on his back next to her, lazily stretching himself out. His eyebrow lifted in enquiry. And she wasn’t mistaken. There was that twinkle. But her eyes seemed to have a mind of their own, for they drifted down the length of his long, lithe, naked body. He rested his head in his laced fingers. His biceps bulged.

She forced her gaze away and stared at her toes peeking out from the bottom of the sheet she’d hastily wrapped around herself. It doesn’t matter what this man looks like. Close your eyes and think of

But that picture of England’s green hills and valleys escaped her. Her eyes drifted again to that sprinkling of hair across his chest, then down to his defined abs, trim belly, and down to his

He reached for her hand. Reluctantly, she let her fingers release the sheet she clutched to her chest. It fell to her knees, revealing her far too voluptuous breasts. Her mouth dried as she saw his gaze move down to her chest. She was too big, wasn’t she? Guys liked pert, perky little boobs, didn’t they? Not huge ones, like hers.

He twined his fingers with hers and rested their hands on his chest. His eyessuch kind eyesflicked up to hers, waiting.

Um…” she replied, feeling her face heat to a point when she could fry eggs on it, “isis it supposed to haveyou know…”

He shook his head. Such a handsome head. Curly, tobacco brown hair, lovely sensual lips that should be kissing some lucky ladywhy on earth was he with her?were at the moment twitching at the corners. “No, I don’t know, Tamara. You’ll have to tell me. Is it supposed to have what?”

She stared down at the part of his anatomy currently under discussion and gulped. Long seconds passed. Still he waited. He seemed to be almostin pain? He was breathing hard. Goodness, she thought miserably, I’m so totally useless at this. Why were his lips sort of wobbling?

Tamara?”

Isis your penissupposed to have a bend in it?” she finally blurted.

He burst out laughing.

 

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About V.K. Black

I write sexy romances, and have had many published - one with Cobblestone Press (called "Lies and Seduction"), one called "Unexpected Places" and published by Escape Publishing, and several published by myself - "Tempting the Billionaire", "How to Deal With a Surprise Penis", and "A Bubbly Holiday".
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