It was out of respect to his wife that he slept with men. She was the only woman he loved. Playing around would cheapen her and tarts soon want sticky fingers. Better were men, strangers, unkissed, undressed, and handled with emotion left in the discarded clothes. Love has many voices.
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.