Thursday 9 October 2008

An alternative...

As Aunt Flo reached across for her tray she couldn't help but pass wind with the exertion. Bending over to retrieve the banana which had rolled off, she caught sight of her toenail protruding through her bedsock. She laughed to herself as she recalled a day when that would have bothered her. A stickler for appearance, well groomed without a hair out of place, she was quite something in her day. With the firm, slightly under-ripe banana in her hand she began reminiscing about the cocks she had handled over the years.
Thick, long, short, stubby. Some beautiful, others downright ugly. Flo remembered then, jolted by the scent of the banana, a picnic she had enjoyed with a certain young man with the most gorgeous specimen. No sooner had he placed the picnic mat on the ground she was tugging at his belt, eager to taste him again. They lay afterwards, looking up at the sky and the rain clouds beckoning. He kissed her and could taste the saltiness on her lips and see the satisfied glint in her eye.
Aunt Flo Sat up in bed, placed the banana back on the tray and smiled to herself, the glint in her eye as luminous as it had ever been.

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