Pack Darling Part Two

by Lola Rock

“Nothing!” I say, too high-pitched. “Just hungry. Gonna cock. I mean cock. I mean cook!”

Dead

I take a few calming breaths while holding heavy eye contact with the cow on the milk jug. I’m going to be okay. This is fine. I’ll erase all memories of face-sitting orgasms, and go back to living a peaceful, quiet life, just me and my vibrators, alone in the woods. Shit. Is that even what I want anymore? The heifer gives me serious side-eye. I know, I know.

Made me laugh