“Tell me how it was.”
“Yes, but don’t interrupt; time for questions later.”
“Go on, please”
“His ship had a cargo of apes and oranges. My tits were pale melons for his hands to squeeze, as he ironed out the wrinkles you ,left in my cunt with his black bone. Then as I lay, wide and full of seed, he razored a few of my pubic hairs to keep like contraband in a rusty tobacco tin.”
“How do you feel?”
“Ruined for you, husband. Like you wanted. I brought home a story for you to wank over then write down.”
