If we could get away
Just the two of us to somewhere sultry, an old south plantation style bed and breakfast
We're strolling along Ole Man River
Suddenly I knock you to the ground, you're trying to escape, crying but it's no good. I tear off all your clothes except for a pair of tighty whities (worn backward to put the hole in the right place, this can't be totally spontaneous )
"Looks like we got us a sow here instead of a boar. "
"Don't! (you in semi mock horror)
Don't!"
"What's the matter, ?( I force you to hands and knees and brutally fuck your ass)
I bet you squeal.
I bet you can squeal like a pig.
Let's squeal. Squeal now.
Squeal.
Squeal.
Squeal louder. Louder.
Louder.
Louder.
Louder!
Louder! Get down now,! "
In the afterglow we relax in the mud and recover our strength, then a refreshing skinny dip, get dressed and stroll arm in arm back to the hotel.
The desk clerk is white as a ghost and we realize we had an audience. It makes us all giggly
Text by yours truly, Snidely Whiplash
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