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By Misti Date: 2005 Feb 14 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.14.12.56.25817]] |
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She was beautiful with long flowing silky hair the color of honey/pouty lips (but not as obviously sensual as Angelina Jolie's)the color of merlot/heaving breasts creamy as buttermilk but not lumpy/long legs not too skinny nor dimpled with cellulite. Oh, and she had a great ghetto booty, weird since she was from Westchester County. He was dark (but not black because black men don't get to make love to white women in romance novels)...tall...mysterious. He must have been half Italian half French because everyone knows that men from Italy and France make the best lovers. He was a renegade. Hadn't paid taxes in years. Didn't own any property. Well, he had an RV he inherited from his rich uncle who died of skin cancer from too many summers on the Riviera. That is how they met. He was driving his RV down the highway. Somewhere in Florida. She was hitchhiking because she decided to throw caution to the wind and be an interstate hooker after watching "Monster." Did I mention that she was mildly retarded? He picked her up. She didn't speak to him for fifty miles. He wasn't like the others. He was sexy. He was seemingly normal. She was intimidated. He broke the silence with a fart. He apologized. He had Taco Bell for lunch. She laughed and then pinched her nose. She asked if there were any leftovers. He said the fridge was empty except for Yoplait yogurt. What flavor, she asked. Strawberry, he said. That was her favorite flavor so she ate some. Eventually they kissed. Eventually they fucked. She fucked him for free because she was so smitten. He fell into her against his finer instincts. He was reeled in by her pulsating vagina, the blush in her apple cheeks, her jasmine scented hair, her little toes and dramatic gasps. He loved her but didn't want to marry her because he was terrified of being tied down to just one bitch. Then she told him that she was pregnant. He married her. The baby had a harelip. They divorced. But they never forgot each other. The End |