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Peanut Butter
It was yesterday. 9/26/16. She came by, after 9. With a bottle of Banana 99. (It's good, try it). We sat down and talked about, this that and the third. She asked about my past encounters, I asked about her sperm donors. We drank and dived into each other's mental. From a young mustache, to a gray beard. I asked, "what's the sexiest thing, you've done, for a guy"? She replied, "let him lick chocolate syrup, off me". She said. "I want something different, something that will leave me, wanting more". We drank and drank, laughed and chilled. I got up, to refresh our drinks. Then, I see it, so I asked. "Do you like peanut butter? Everything is good, with peanut butter, she replied. I came from the kitchen, drinks in hand and a jar of JIFF. "What's that for, she asked. So, I stood up and revealed. The Amazing, Shaved, Thickness, that is...... ME. I spread peanut butter, on "The Amazing". Try it, I said. She gives it a sample lick. The smile, of approval and wonder, come over her face. She goes for broke, not choking and not really gagging. Minutes go by, re-apply after re-apply. Then she looks up and says, with a full mouth. "I got dick, stuck to the roof of my mouth". And proceeds to swallow. Today, I'm all out of peanut butter.
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