You Should've Kept Driving

by M.A. Savino

His massive cock springs from his underwear, and he points it at me. I stare at the end of its perfect, round tip, shaped like a delicious mushroom. I would trim it off delicately and sauté it in olive oil with a bit of garlic. Warm liquid strikes me in the face. I shake my head back and forth, trying to avoid getting his piss in my mouth. Mother fucker. I want to scream. I want to tell him I plan on cooking his cock for dinner while enjoying a glass of Merlot.