Daily Writing Prompt

My late husband used to enjoy a good cigar before, during and after dinner. And, before, during and after you know what. The house smelled like a Cuban missile factory.

Now he’s gone but I have kept all of his cigar boxes. Each one brings back special memories. Last night it was Partagas- rich and robust: if I were lucky I’d be well and truly rogered after one of those and, after the rogering, there would be a charming gift.

Tonight I’ll be laying out the Romeo and Juliet coronas. I’ve a hot date coming for a home-cooked supper. I hope he’ll get the hint.