Like being the object of affection? This girl did, even if it was a little on the cheap side…
Each week Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a pic to write a 100 word story about.
This week’s story is about a hot object, so to speak.
Okay, so he called me Hot Stuff.
I liked it.
Hot Stuff, get me this or that, he’d say.
Yeah, he ordered me around, but it made me feel needed. And when I brought him whatever it was he wanted, he’d grab my ass or my breasts, or pull me over and lay a wet one on me, whispering with his warm breath in my ear, love you, Hot Stuff, you’re the best! Shivers. I loved it.
So when he pulled the plug, I didn’t get it. Couldn’t get it. Everything emptied out of me.
I sold the trailer. Never returned.
That’s quite an odd relationship they had, but I guess it they were both happy… It’s a sad ending.
it was an odd picture. Randy
Dear Randy, Good story and it really was a weird relationship they had. I think I would have clobbered him with a skillet if he kept grabbing me. She must have not minded it though. Nan 🙂
I like skillet meals. Lay one on me baby, he would say.
Ah that’s a really touching ending.
Some things are never to be returned to and left as it was. Randy
That’s the way things go. You have to feel for though. Hope she gets over it soon.
I’m sure she’ll find another trailer man soon.
Trailer trash at its best. I like the way you described the relationship (or lack there of) through his actions and her response to them
Very funny! I mean all the comments. “Trailer trash at it’s best!” LOL I enjoyed the story too. 🙂
There was a story?
Addicted to love?
I think you’ve hit the trailer on the head. Randy
I remember seeing the ad. Single wide trailer complete with party lights down the front and plastic flamingos in the yard. I had no idea her name was Hot Stuff. All the other guys in the trailer park just called her Debbie-do-me.
Quite unsettling this one. I understand why she felt love and needed, but it’s a funny sort of love he gave. You give us a great sense of both their characters told from just her POV. Well done.
Really depressing for me.. I hope she got something better out of it than the money for the trailer… and what next? Tepid stuff.
Who knows where and how love will be expressed next – if at all.
She may swear it off, swear it off for a while, jump right back into the same style, or learn from her neediness and go slow.
This makes me shiver..at how creepy this guy is!
I guess he finally got bored of her and found someone else to use. I love the way you wrote this as a kind of internal monologue, and a nice take on the prompt.
This stirs up some rather disturbing images. Nice job.
Thanks for disturbing you?
Now she knows all about losers. I wonder what sort of past she had to fall for the likes of him? The ending is hopeful – for her at least.
I liked this take on the prompt.
Thank you. Randy
Must feel really used.
Really good story! You’re turning serious on me, what’s going on?
No. Never. Not on you.
Well, maybe a little.
Maybe for a little while.
You gonna leave me? Drop me like I’m hot?
Sparks gone? Pull the plug?
This language,reminds me of some of those old movies except they wouldn’t have shown things being grabbed. They left a lot to the imagination. Was his name Joe or Al by the way? Did she wear a Gypsy blouse and have hair falling over one eye. Just wondering,.Randy. Well done.. 🙂 — Suzanne
Mmmmm. I got the picture and I like it. Randy