Bouncy

by B. Sobjakken

“You know, batter-dipping the corn dog. Creaming your twinkie,”

I’m stunned silent for a second, so she continues, “Bringing the al dente noodle to the spaghetti house.”

“Oh my god. What are you saying? He ate your whisker biscuit?”

“Then lemme shave your stink wrinkle first, and then I’ll have my buffet of muff pie.”

“I wish to move in with you.” Callum moans as I suck the entire testicle into my mouth, enjoying the heft and feel of it. “Yes, Pookie. What’s your last wish?”