And a Couple More Smut-Flashes

So two flashily short stories because I didn’t sleep super well last night, so I’m in a short-attention-span ADHD mood today.

The first is two women talking at another’s wedding, the second is exactly what it sounds like.

Um, if you don’t know exactly what it sounds like, because you aren’t quite as fixated on archaic Roman sex terms as some people are, then here.  And while we’re there, may I point out for the sheer delight of it, that according to that page Latin irrumatio only ever means man-on-man throat-fucking, but English irrumatio means fucking any old body part that’s handy, on anyone.

So basically, we’re significantly bigger and more imaginative perverts than the Romans.

Go us.

Which leads to a second um, and also a huge hey what-the-fuckiness at the spectacular linguistic anality of a culture that has two separate words for blowing a dude based solely on who’s moving, and yet hasn’t worked out either tit-fucking or that women can give blowjobs too.

I mean, just what the fuck, Romans?  No wonder the empire fell apart with that level of critical thinking and astute observation going on.

Erm, at least according to wikipedia.  I’m not saying I’m completely sure the Romans hadn’t worked those out, like not to the point of building a time machine and going back to check, but it sort of says so on wikipedia so it must be true!

So anyways.  Two flash stories.

The Wedding

Irrumatio