Rules to Live By

This week’s Flash Fiction piece was inspired by one of my sister’s random questions.


Rosalyn dreaded waking up. Her fiancé had ruined mornings for her.

There were certain rules she had to live by. Some she didn’t mind, they were rules she would have put in place.  There were others that she didn’t like. The worst rule was having to give him a blowjob every morning before she could get out of bed. It didn’t matter if she had to go to the bathroom, she had to take care of him first. She’d made that mistake before.

This morning was going to end differently. Rosalyn waited for the alarm to go off. She couldn’t wake him up early or he would know something was wrong.

There was a time that she liked going down on guys. She liked the control she had over their orgasms. Now it was a chore.

The alarm started blaring from the other side of the bed. He turned it off and threw the covers back. Rosalyn sighed and went over to his side of the bed. When she got into position, one hand holding his pathetic prick, she looked up at him and smiled. Turning back to what had become the bane of her existence, she took him into her mouth.

Rosalyn enjoyed herself this morning. She knew it would be the last time she would have to do this. She got him nice and hard. Glancing up at him she smiled and then bit down.

Rosalyn thought she would feel bad, but all she felt was elation when her teeth she’d spent a week filing razor-sharp severed his cock clean off. She sat up, blood dripping down her chin, and spit the lump of meat onto his stomach. Then he started to scream.

She got off the bed and looked at him. She didn’t feel anything. Leaving him scrambling for his phone and blankets to staunch the blood, she walked out.


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