C*cky Author

by Fettucine Holliday

tongue my tongue against his tongue, tonguing him real nice. He tastes like salty hot dog water and old spinach fished out of the bottom of the crisper drawer, which gets my engine revving even louder.

Between it all, hanging between his legs, is a thick piece of sumthin’ sumthin’ that has the word [CENSORED] taped over it in black tape.

First, he kisses me again, this time like a dog drinking out of a pool of rainwater. His tongue bathes me all over until I’ve got tingles running from my lady flaps to my lady boobies.

Put your heterocentric snake in my lady lasagna.”