If I had to choose just one thing I loved about Peter, just one thing, it would be his meat. Yes, that's right: delectably pink, sumptuous, put-it-in-your-mouth-and-moan-with-pleasure meat.
When I invite Peter over to my apartment, I'm usually on my knees BEGGING him for a taste -- just ONE taste -- of his meat. He walks in the door, and I'm drooling. I simply can't get enough.
And then, o glory be, Peter shares his meat with me. After a minimal amount of preparation, that is... As he is preparing his meat for me, I watch, tantalized. Peter knows EXACTLY how I like it, and does his very best to accomodate my needs.
And so Peter's hunk of meat enters my mouth. I barely notice anything else. Except maybe the eager smile on his face, watching me, watching my mouth envelope the warm, tender meat.
OHHHH, that taste! It takes a little while for the juices to flow to the back of my throat, but OH, that TASTE! The taste is the best part of Peter's meat. That, and the soft fleshy texture... The juices taste just like something wild, come to life inside me. I suck for a moment, then use my teeth.
"You like?" Peter asks.
I moan: "mmmmmm..."
"You gonna want some more?"
"Ohhh, I don't know... It might be more than I can handle..."
"There's PLENTY here."
"Mmmm, I love you, honey..."
"I love you too..." And then he motions with his head: "go back to my meat."
So I go back to his meat. It's so BIG. Gahd, it didn't look this big a little while ago... I guess you only notice how big these things REALLY are when they're halfway down your throat.
And I'm done... Satisfied in almost every way. I grab for my drink, just to clear my palatte a little bit.
"Want more?"
"No..."
"Sure?"
"I can't fit anymore..."
"Good... That's what I like to hear."
"Mmmmmm, you are so amazing..."
"I know."
"I'm horny."
"WHAT???"
"Oh... um... I, um... think we left the movie in the other room..."
"What did you just say?"
"Nothin'."
"Did you just say you're horny?"
"Nothin'."
"Carebear, we just ate dinner!!! Gahd!!!"
"Nothin'... Think maybe it was somethin' in the seasoning..."
"Oy, Carebear... what am I going to do with you?"
And THAT is where Helena stops the story and lets her faithful readers envision the thought-bubble over her head...
Juices flowing and with ice cream for dessert...
~Helena*