I sit across from Leanne at dinner, and wonder what her cunt tastes like.
I top up her glass, and my own. She’s radiant and enthusiastic, ranting and raving about some shit. Her work, her friends, her fucking hair; I don’t remember really. I smile and nod. I’m so fucking polite. I laugh at her jokes and complement her taste in clothes.
Jesus, she’s so ripe. I’m gonna suck her and wipe her dripping juices from my chin.
I ask if she wants dessert. “Cioccolato affogato?”
She licks her lips. “Yes please, Sir.”