By Veronique Aglat
He traveled across the gleaming dance floor, rolling his hips, thrusting his pelvis, as if he weren’t a little man trying to pick up a giant. On my left, an idiot laughed. My Romeo sidestepped in time to the disco song.
I hoisted him onto my shoulders, surprised by the mass of his tight, lean muscles. I felt his buttocks on my deltoids. I swung him between my legs, never missing a beat. As the speakers screamed ‘Thriller,’ he moonwalked between my legs, feet on snail slime. Slick.
We left for my place. Two misfit pieces, 40 inches apart, holding hands.
What a funny, sweet portrait.
Thank you for taking the time to comment on my story.
Wonderful!
This is a lovely story.
Cela m’a fait sourire, bravo !!
Merci d’avoir pris le temps mon amie ??
I could visualise this story so easily – so entertaining.
Thank you, that’s what I was going for ??
The ?? Were added when I tried to put an emoticone. Please disregard and thanks again.
Really enjoyed this!
Very funny, loved it!
sweet!
Moonwalk on snail slime! Lovely poetic touch! (No wonder he got invited so quickly to her place).
Thank you for taking the time to read my story. The little guy had moves!
An unusual story, which makes it stand apart. Loved it and its uniqueness.