magic - one

people have dreams. you gotta want something. we're here to make those dreams come true

this fellow's request was one i quite liked. simple, yet slutty. domestic and dirty. attainable and memorable.

and most important of all - easy

mind you it wasn't easy. i had to clean the fucking kitchen first. it's not all that sexy to be writhing about with a tongue up your arse, flailing your arms in the throws of passion knocking dirty dishes and saucepans. half eaten chops and bacon rinds slapping ont he floor. 

not only did i clean the kitchen, but the boyfriend in his hippy state bought half an organic free range cow online. chopped up into bits and stuffed in the freezer he spent the following week boiling it down into stock and separating the tallow for cooking

so there i am. bent over. face down. arse up on the kitchen bench. presenting.

all the fresh air, incense and spray'n'wipe in world couldn't get rid of the sickly stench of tallow that seemed to be clinging to the walls of the apartment. still, the door creaks open. i hear him crack open the bottle of amyl i laid out for him. he takes a deep breath. he doesn't notice a thing because i feel a tongue snake it's way into my hole and the magic begins

come take my hand

you should know me

i've always been in your mind

you'll know i'll be kind

i'll be guiding you

have to believe we are magic

if only she asked us whores to find her 'missing' husband....