Popcorn: An erotic fantasty tour de force by TheBandBrony · 5:23am Apr 27th, 2014
Set the scene!
He pushed me onto the bed. My legs trembled as he leered over me, grinning his same salacious grin he had worn for the past hour. He could smell me, and he made no effort to hide the effect the scent of my arousal had on him. The carpet, already stained with a previous bout of lovemaking, would be sullied even more. The stench would linger in the shag for years. And, for once, I was absolutely okay with that.
"I want you," I spoke, my voice quivering as much as the throbbing pulse between my legs. "Today was utter garbage. I just need to relax and get you in my lap. Warm me up from the inside out, and the outside in. If you know what I mean."
He knew exactly what I meant. If you know what I mean.
"IMMA FUCK U GOOD BEYOTCH U GONA B SORE" he replied. His primal growl resonated deep within the cockles of my soul. It popped and fizzled, like a tone-deaf harp player with Parkinson's.
"Say it," I groaned. I would have begged in an instant, if only to hear his buttery voice echoing in my ears once more. "Say your name."
"MY NAMES ORVILLE REDENBACKER BITCH"
And then we fucked like rabbits. Except the rabbits were made of popcorn. Satellites orbiting overhead detected the obnoxious crackling sound of our raunchiness intimacy.
The stench never came out of the carpets.
Happy Sunday.
I missed you bro.
That was the single most beautiful thing I've ever read.
Happy Sunday to you too.