#FiveSentenceFiction: Lipstick

"I have a new one" she said, looking at her lover triumphantly. He, knowing the ritual, smiled the way ancient gladiators used to smile when they entered the circus: at this moment she kissed him and, as she did, he tasted her unpainted lips. Slowly he knelt, all the time holding her gaze, once again admiring … Continue reading #FiveSentenceFiction: Lipstick