He squiggled it around and it was prettttyy cooooool. He liked the way it felt on his hands. It ran over his hands like a babbling brook, the butt did. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the Oakleys and placed them tenderly, tenderly, so so tenderly upon the hydrant’s brim.
“We are going to do this so good,” the hydrant said.
She jolloped down onto his lap like a bag of kids.
“What about your geef?” she asked.
“Oh don’t worry about her. Mustang time! Let’s undulate together.”
Their faces slapped together, kissingly. They slapped and flapped, and they clapped, and it was so good guys. It’s hard for me to describe how good it was but you have to trust me. If you had seen this… buckets. Buckets of it. Their bodies were like one of those bigs nets of crabs from Deadliest Catch, and one of the boats on the show as well.
My Brother My Brother and Me writes erotic fiction, from Episode 145: Three’s Company High (via chaddar-cheese)