Paint My Love: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction
Moira has stationed herself seductively on the chaise. The air hinges on love and smokes. It’s his first time. He won’t do anyone but her. Love’s true calling, as they say. “Paint my Love” plays in the background. She is no Mona Lisa, and he no Da Vinci. But the easel and paints are ready. “Hun, those lips; curve them into that sensuous smile, please.” The door swings open. It’s Uncle Fred and his hyperactive Cocker, Asher….