Creative writing challenge #4: This challenge is to pick three numbers. The first number will correlate to a book on your shelf, the second to a page within the book and the third to a sentence on that page. Whatever that it is, you then need to start a story using that sentence.
I picked: Book 5 Page 102 Sentence 7
I used my TBR trolley for this task. The book I ended up with was George Orwell’s 1984. And the 7th full sentence on page 102 of my copy is:
“And a ‘ole litre’s too much.”
This is very short but I’ve used a read more as it’s borderline smutty/NSFW. So just in case.
“And a ‘ole litre’s too much.”
Mickey is looking at him from across the bedroom like he has grown a second head. He’s just got out of the shower and is towelling his hair but hasn't done a great job of drying his body yet and Ian can’t stop himself from following the water droplets with his eyes as they drip down Mickey’s chest and into the dark hair above his cock.
“What?” Ian says, finally pulling his eyes back up to Mickey’s face.
“Alright, perv, you really think the small one will last then get that. But honestly, I think we’d burn through a litre in no time,” Mickey says, now rubbing the towel down his front and bending to dry his legs. Ian leans slightly to check out his husband's ass, he can’t resist. It really is peachy. Grabbable.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Mickey smiles, catching Ian checking him out again.
“I already have a picture. Several actually, but they just aren’t as good as the real thing,” Ian says, as he pushes the laptop from his lap and shimmies down to sit on the edge of the bed. He’s hit by the familiar smell of Irish spring soap which makes him smile as he grabs Mickey by the waist, pulls him closer and runs his hands over the soft flesh of his buttocks.
“Mmm,” Mickey moans, as he tilts Ian’s face up with his hands and leans down to kiss him. “You are such a horny bastard.”
“Are you complaining?” Ian asks with a smirk.
“Not at all,” Mickey says, leaning over for another kiss. “But you have pretty much proven my point.”
Ian sighs, knowing Mickey’s going to win this one. “Fine, I’ll order a litre of lube. Not like it goes off anyway.”
Mickey pushes him back onto the bed and climbs up to straddle Ian’s waist.
“It wouldn’t have time to go off even if it did,” he says, rubbing his crotch firmly against Ian’s sweatpant covered cock. Mickey slides his hands under Ian’s shirt and, with a knowing smile, Ian sits up for it to be removed, capturing Mickey’s lips in the same move.
Two days later a large package arrives at a small apartment on the west side containing two litres of strawberry scented lube. Well, they wouldn’t want to run out now, would they?
I can't just sit by and NOT draw Public Domain Cartoon Mouse "Willy". After all Disney's copyrighted and trademarked character Mickey Mouse has red pants gloves, and a voice, Willy only speaks in speech bubbles and has white pants.
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