This flash story was
written for the
Second Irregulary
Flash Stroke Festival.
"Fred, that's ridiculous," Wilma said, both of them
laying in the bed.
hot sex. Under the blanket he was already naked and he
rubbed his cock for getting him hard and ready. "Fred, you don't hear, what I am saying. The morons
from the WMO did name a hurricane after me. I am not a
hurricane, Fred, am I?" "No, you aren't," Fred answered. She was the boring
wife, he was married, for ages. He began to stroke his
cock, again like he did Monday, Wednesday, and tonight
-- the third night within a week he didn't ffuck Wilma,
because she didn't want to be a hurricane!
Vinnie proposed to write a story including Flintstones
only. The story-idea came from a picture I received by
email.
The picture was obtained
from an unknown resource
and published as parody
to illustrate the story.
No copyright infringement
is intended and no profit
will be made from this.