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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic

Horror. Humour. Flash Fiction.

Submitted: May 18, 2018

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Submitted: May 18, 2018





  I love my wife's stilettos, the erotic curves of their patent leather,

their sharp stiletto pointed heels. She's got a wardrobe full of them, 

I play with them when she's out, to give myself satisfaction.

  My wife doesn't love me, she's a gold digger, she only married 

me for my money, she's always screwing around, but I don't care,

I've got here stilettos to play with.

  I love putting my Choo Choo train in her stilettos, moving it up

and down, and around and around, I also put candles, carrorts,

zuccchinis, and other stuff in, but I always put a condom on them 

first, I like to practice safe sex.

  Last night I thought I'd try someone else's stiletto, so I stalked 

a long legged beauty and tripped her with my walking stick,

bashed her unconscious and took her stilettos home. I sat them

in the dining room, lit some candles, and played some sexy mood

music, and moved my Choo Choo train around in them, but they

weren't as good as my wife's.

  Today I've finally gone all the way with one of my wife's stilettos, 

there's blood everywhere, but what do I care. I used my wife's 

sewing scissors. 

  I can hear my wife walking around inside the house, she's home

now...That's her opening the bedroom door...

- James what are you doing with my shoes on the bed?

  I move my bloody penis around inside her stiletto...

- Choo! Coo!




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