Erotica - "Dub Session"

[Irezumi Kiss]

This is one of a series of erotic stories in Flash style that I've been writing with a central theme of excessive wintertime snow...hence the subtitle "Yukiguni."

"Flash" fiction is fiction that is around 500 words or less. This story is a little bit over that, but I tried to keep it as succinct as possible. It's not so much erotic than it is "naughty." So, something naughty for Valentine's Day from me to everyone equally naughty!


Dub Session (Yukiguni 0.1)
(flash, mild erotica; 587 words)
by Irezumi Kiss


I went over to Yoriko's apartment on Thursday after I got out of work. The slush of the two-day wet snowfall had pissed me off to no end because most of the people who owned major avenue store venues in my part of town hadn't bothered to do a complete job of shoveling the sidewalks clear and salting them down before it began to ice over. The recesses of the crosswalks were hell; there were virtual Arctic seas complete with icebergs compiling at the curbs and my distracted-by-a-nearby-honking-jet-black-Nissan-ass stepped into a lake of icy sludge with my dominant foot, stumbling into a lesser pool trying to balance myself with the other, soaking both legs from Nike Air Maxes on up to the shins in the process. I cursed myself for not getting a new pair of winter boots when I had the chance.

Yoriko greeted me at the downstairs entrance. The smile of her full lips warmed my body, making me temporarily forget about my mishap as I followed her upstairs to her fourth-floor walkup, my eyes becoming entranced by the sway of her skinny ass clad in those Miss Sixty hip huggers. Only someone like Yoriko would wear those summertime shits in 20 degree weather.

On the third floor, she abruptly turned around towards me with a frown, her conical breasts poking out of her tummy-baring t-shirt with a twist of her torso. "You remembered to bring that CD with you, right?"

I rolled my eyes. "Of course, chick."

"Good boy." She turned around and resumed leading the journey up to her apartment.

Once inside, she gave the lower part of my jeans eye daggers as soon as I leaned against the wall in her foyer to take off my shoes. "What the fuck happened to your legs?"

"Stepped into that lake of slush off the curb outside the hair salon..."

"Huh. Well, whatever, you're not trackin' that shit in my joint, guy."

"Yori...hello! The sidewalks are barely cleared off! What do you want me to do?"

"Take 'em off and let 'em dry out on the shower curtain rod in the bathroom."

"Take my jeans off? What, right here and now?"

"Did I stutter, motherfucker?"

So I took them off. And as I did, Yoriko crossed her arms and leered at my lower half with eyebrows crooking up to the corners of her forehead, the stimulation of this involuntary striptease for her benefit making my cock tent my maroon Gap boxer briefs before I was even self-conscious about myself getting hard.

There was no longer any pretense for me to hide myself at that point, so I let her ogle me as I cocked my pelvis in her direction, sliding the last soggy denim leg off my wet shin. She took a deep breath, boosting up her boobs in my direction with her crossed forearms. Her bared bellybutton winked at me. "How long will it take to dub that CD, d'you think?"

I shrugged, kicking my soggy bottom jeans to the side. "Ahhh...35 tracks...about 10-15 minutes, I guess..."

"Good enough..." She came towards me and placed a warm palm on my cotton-covered hardness, stroking it like it was a cat as she leaned her lips into my ear. "...I was thinking it's good enough time for you eat my pussy real nice, don't you think?"

I forgot to burn that damn CD for some reason after that.


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