By the way...where'd you meet him?

I met him at the candy store, he turned around and smiled at me, you get the picture?

Yeah…He was the ‘leader of the pack’ type. Down right dirty, sinfully sexy. A sweet talkin’, bourbon swillin’, sideways swaggerin’, hot patootin’ son of a fuck whose idea of romance was a 5 minute blow job in the back of his fuel injected 57 chevy. (I was saving myself for marriage) And you know something….each time we made out on the back seat of that chevrolet..he would howl like a goddamn wolf at the moon and leave me wondering (with a mouthful of penis) just what the hell I had gotten myself into and why I couldn’t get that old Easybeats song ‘She’s so fine’ out of my mind. But hey, he loved me, he did. He took me to the drive-in, pulled me right up close to him and whispered the sweetest of nothings in my ear. ‘Baby…I love the way you walk, I dig the way you move…so why don’t you move that cute little arse of yours to that cafeteria over yonder and buy me some coffee and donuts and in return I will dip my cock in sugar and let you suck it off, because I know thats what you want’.
Hmmm…How could I resist a sweet cock?

‘Honey’ I said, as I slid my tongue deep into his ear, one hand driving the bulge in his jeans. ‘I can’t take this no more’. Tonight I’m going to let you have it all. I’m going to let your shaker dance with my money maker but I need cotton candy. There are certain things a girl can do for her man with cotton candy…don’t you just know it girlfriends? So why don’t you take that sweet’n’sexy lil’ swagger of yours to that cafeteria over yonder and get me some of that pink sugar and I’ll climb into the back seat of your blown 57 chevy and when you come back I’ll be waitin’ for lil ol’ you naked as a cherub. I thought I heard a low rumble in the back of his throat, that familiar wolf about to howl and then he was gone. I waited until his dirty black boots disappeared through the doors of cotton candy land before turning the ignition. The chevy roared into life like a thunder cloud about to burst. I heard the hiss of her injectors open and close. I felt her shift slightly, urging me to open her up on some dark lonesome highway. I pictured his face before I even saw it. He would have heard her start, he would have tilted his head to one side just to make sure he was hearing right and then dang if he wouldn’t have tripped over those dirty black boots trying to get out the door of cotton candy land to slap that bitch around the ears for taking his goddamn pride and joy! Too late…the bitch was gone. Hmmm…how could I resist a blown 57?

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