Hoeing Stories

A horror short-story with 487 word count. The picture is part of the drawing Philippe Lozinski posted in the Daily Spitpaint group on facebook a while back. That was the inspiration for this story.

"And do you regret your actions?" "No," I tell him as I lift myself off the couch. "Why should I feel bad for liking sex? Men love it, why can't I?" "The amazing feeling of having different types of men in me, fulfilling both of our lustful desires." I say just above a whisper as I sit on the table directly across from him, gently grabbing his hand and bringing it close to me as I spin the silver band around his finger. "And you know, I don't think I'm the only one in this room who likes it." WARNING This story is explicit

i can be ya MARTIN you can be ma GINNA.