Monday, February 15, 2010

To My Friend On Her Birthday


Happy birthday, Lila! I love you this much:


His choppy hair brushes your eyelashes as you tenderly kiss him. You move it out of the way so you can peer admiringly into his eyes lined with makeup. He gets a little annoyed because he spent over twenty minutes flat ironing it to its asymmetrical perfection this morning. You get the point and move down his torso, pulling up his black and white striped shirt. You gently kiss his navel, but he shies away because the safety pin piercing he gave himself last week is still quite sensitive. With great difficulty, you undo his studded leather belt with your teeth then begin the arduous task of removing his skin-tight black jeans. After some time and not a little sweat, you peel off the leggings that were beneath the pants. You eye the throbbing bulge of his crotch hungrily and tear off his pink and white women’s-style briefs. His erect cock bursts free and wags at you as you notice his completely shaved pubes and balls. Look at this fucking hipster.

So Wrong



You throw your head back in ecstasy and moan like a wild man. You haven’t gotten a blowjob like this in ages. You lick your lips and grind faster as you work your way toward release. Shoving your pulsing member as far as it will go down the willing throat, you scream as you fill the mouth with your white hot love. You slump back on the bed, sated, while your partner puts the dentures back in her wrinkled mouth. You have never loved your grandmother as much as you do right now.