THE BARBER SHOP (from travel memoir Dream Window)






NEW STORY OVER AT FUCK FICTION. FROM MY TRAVEL MEMOIR DREAM WINDOW. TWO POLES MEANS IT IS NOT REALLY A BARBER SHOP:


The kneading continued. My face was more gently kneaded. And my temples. I closed my eyes. I opened them when I felt something warm and wet on my face. It was a hot towel. It covered my whole face. I couldn’t see anything. I heard the zipper unzip before I felt it. It was my zipper. I felt something squirt and my penis went up. I slid inside. I thought: is this safe? Then I forgot. Someone was moving up and down on top of me. I put my head down to see underneath the towel. It was a different lady. I couldn’t tell what she looked like. I didn’t last long. Maybe three minutes. When I came I felt a stinging on my penis. A burning. The lady must have had an acid balloon up there and popped it when I came. She flushed me out. My penis was burning. – See more at: http://fuckfiction.net/#sthash.c91kPMO6.dpuf

Published by Marcus Slease

Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His latest book is Never Mind the Beasts (Dostoyevsky Wannabe 2020).

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