On an island once I caught her by the elbow,tossed her onto juniper, kind of prickly, you know,yanked the cases off her thigh pillows,got my tongue out to slurp the wet messof her pussy. What a day. We had a picnic:chips, cheese, shit like that, coldbeer. I stuck the icepack up her shirtand woo-hoo, those nipples shot up like chess rooks.I fucked her like a bishop, all right, andCheckmate! it was so great I almost cried.
You know, if you cry in front of a chickshe'll go down on you like a scuba diver.You can be immense then, warm geyser.
I look at it this way, a woman's mouthit's kind of a restaurant. You can spout off,order anything you want, extra this, sub that,as long as you have the cash, ask for it hot,fresh, catch of the day, the dinner special.As long as you use your words, decently,she'll serve you really well.
But if you treat her like a self-serve gas bar, her smellgoes blue. She'll leave you, ka-ching ka-ching. Red tail lights leering,those fine breasts so far on the other side away from youyou'll feel lost forever.
