Dong
"Dong", I whispered again as we lay down on the warm grass, our faces closer than the length of a small ruler. "I want to touch your … angina" came the breathless reply. Hmm. He was feeling playful. "Dong" I repeated; I wasn't going to make this easy for him. "I want to touch your…indochina" he said. "God he's good" I though to myself as we locked lips "He doesn't even care that 'indochina' is an archaic term for the area of southeastern Asia that includes Myanmar, Cambodia, Laos, Malaysia, Thailand and Vietnam. What a rebel. It doesn't even make any sense in the context of the sentence."
In truth, none of it made any sense. The last two weeks had come at me like tornado, and I was standing right in the middle of Texas, where between 1991-2010 there were on average 155 tornadoes a year. That's a lot of tornados, but he was a lot of man.
We rolled over, and suddenly I was on top. Giggling playfully like a fairy, if such a thing existed, I slowly unbuttoned his customised Blind Mirth jacket. Ever tiny little 'pop' that each little button made as it came undone sent shivers down my spine, although you understand these weren't literal shivers as that is biologically impossible.
Leaning in, he caressed my ear with his soft lips and spoke gently. "Let's play some 5,3,1" he said at the same volume as the unlock noise on an iPhone.
"Ok." I replied.
"Wow. You're good a this."
"That's kind, thanks."
"And scene!" He yelled in delight as he gazed into my eyes, unblinking, like a taxidermic opossum or other kind of stuffed marsupial. I always loved when he said those sweet, sweet words. To me, they always signified the end of something good, but the beginning of something better.
And something better was about to begin. "How about we get some long form going?" he whispered, referring to his penis. I slowly unzipped his customised Blind Mirth trousers and, reaching inside his customised Blind Mirth boxer-briefs, felt his warm, swelling, customised Blind Mirth member.
After it was over, we lay together on the grass. "Why does he have a roll of turf on the floor of his bedroom?" I thought to myself as he held me tight.