Ford Fucking Cortina
Fifth, filthy, and final entry for Raymond G. Taylor's "Oh Jeff flash fiction challenge"
"Oh, Jeff... I love you too... but... butter on my lips, melting butter melting on my lips, chest, and perky pink nips is far more interesting, enthralling and arousing than another fact about your fucking Ford Cortina.
Oh, Jeff... as my pale flesh glistens, I can feel the cherries and strawberries on my thighs. I want you to remember this image the next time you are caressing and polishing off your beloved Ford Fucking Cortina. I want you to think about what you're missing, about how she... that Ford Fucking Cortina won't feel, smell or taste as good as me. I’m feeling hot under the collar—guess I’ll open the windows soon.
Oh, Jeff... the fact I'm leaving a voicemail suggests you are too busy to speak to me. Say hi to the Ford Fucking Cortina - I hope you will be happy together. I doubt she will ever be a match for what you called the "Fuck of your life". It won't be long before someone else comes along who knows how to handle this and drives a fucking Lexus!"
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Author's Notes: My mind works in mysterious and maddening ways. It was the but, turning into butter and the idea of "Ford Fucking Cortina" that kickstarted this story. I am sorry if this is 100% relatable for anyone reading this, as it is, broadly speaking, a work of fiction!
This is for Ray's impossible-to-ignore challenge that has taken over Vocal!
Here are all of my entries for this challenge:
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