The story below is actually the first draft of the story I eventually published yesterday but this one is so awful I couldn't use it. I changed it completely and made it something a lot lighter and possibly a little humorous [see here]. If you choose to scroll down and read the dark version please don't mistake me for a misogynist or a psychopath - it's just a work of fiction!! #TriggerWarning
Instruction: Create a short story using the words below. It can be funny, sexy, sad, quirky, kinky and/or intriguing. Get those creative juices flowing!
Dragging; Kitchen; Bedroom; Sofa; Albert Einstein; Closet; Eggbeater; Olive Oil; Rain; Eight
I'm no Albert Einstein but I figured recreating my wife's favorite scene from 9½ Weeks couldn't be that hard. I went to the kitchen and checked the refrigerator - we had strawberries, a can of Dairy Whip, some leftovers, and... and... eight eggs? Maybe I should make her an omelet?
I threw her onto the kitchen bench, face down. She fell with a lifeless thud. I picked up the Olive Oil and poured it over her naked ass. Fuck 9½ Weeks, let's try a little Last Tango In Paris instead! I slathered the oil all over her crinkled crease and then fucked her asshole. She was tight, making it the best fuck we'd had in a long time. Better than the one last night.
Do the dead remember anything?