Friday, August 29, 2014, 11AM
Rubbie waved goodbye to her husband. "Bye Cherry! I'll be back on Monday!"
"Bye babe! I hope your grandmother gets better." Rubbie wheeled her suitcases (secretly filled with nothing but lingerie) out the door and heard it shut behind her. And that was that. Finally. No more pretending. Rubbie Sparkles had been sick and tired of the same old Cherry Wine. She needed a new flavor–toaster strudel.
Just a block away, the man that filled her fantasies awaited her. She had been dreaming of him for months. What would he look like in person? What would he smell like? And most of all, what would he taste like? Her mouth watered at the mere thought of lapping her tongue over that sugary flavor.
Rubbie could not wait to hear him scream. She had heard him on tv many times, but she wanted to be the one to cause his pleasure. To cause him to wail out and moan "ya ya ya YA YAAA!"
As Rubbie turned the corner, she suddenly saw a brilliant white sleigh heading down the street, driven by none other than the Toaster Strudel man. He was exceptionally graceful, hair flowing in the breeze behind him. Rubbie tentatively stepped forward to the edge of the sleigh. He held out his hand, whispering softly, "toaster strudel ya," and yanked her into the sleigh by the arm.
Mesmerized by his beauty, Rubbie hardly noticed anything happening in the world around her–it was just her and the Toaster Strudel man. As the ride continued, he constantly whispered in her ear, "toaster strudel ya, toaster strudel."
After what felt like only seconds to Rubbie, they arrived at a grand, snow-covered castle on top of a mountain of toaster strudels. The Toaster Strudel man glided down and gracefully lifted Rubbie over his shoulders for a piggie back ride all the way to the entrance of the castle. Being the perfect gentleman, he opened the door for her.
But the Toaster Strudel man wasted no time; without bothering to make it to the bedroom, he dropped his pants to the floor.
Rubbie shrieked in delight.