Carey Mulliganby Stevie and Mada (Flaunt, 2013)
Oh lovely, reminds me of high school and all those awkward seven minutes in heavens where nobody could see anything and I got awkwardly groped in the left tit by this asian kid named Steven. Don’t grope my left tit. Just fuck me hard, that’s all I want. That’s all I’ve wanted for like, 15 hours it’s ridiculous. And yes you are black waist down, that’s why you can dance and I look like a frog in a blender. Putting the Walsh name to shame. Maybe you should guide my hips with your long fingers. And then you can oh I don’t know, guide your fingers knuckle deep inside me, that should get me squirming?
So…if your task was giving me a huge boner, congrats. Now I hope to see you naked and ready for me by the time I turn this computer off and get upstairs. My fingers aren’t going to be the only thing deep inside you tonight, Lo.
Oh well look at that, that’s new. Clark Kent and Superman. No fun for me really, seeing as I’m always Lois Lane, your favorite little dorky pet. If you’re going to be both I want you to rip your shirt and glasses off midway through foreplay and go “Lois, I’ve got a dirty little secret.” and then rip through your black slacks and pretend your dick is sonic boom. Also, while we’re at it, bite my ear and do that thing where you make noises in it. You do this thing where you get so undone that I can hear the strain in the back of your throat.
……. I love pregnant women. You basically doing all the work for me and I have an old shirt and a Superman costume from last Halloween in the closet somewhere. I feel like the secret is that I’m half black below the waste and you get to tell everyone that you’re having a mixed race child. I only wish I had a telephone booth to change in to complete the fantasy… I could use the closet but I’d probably just drag you in there with me and take you on the floor before I even get to the sexy parts.
Oh no. Oh no oh no. We’ve gotten to that hour where you’re either deathly horny or nerdy. Please don’t put the tights on again.
Can’t I be both? Clark Kent and Superman?
Must you impregnate me as soon as I’m out of the delivery room? And how can you be so sure it’ll be twins? You’ll be lucky if you can maneuver your way to and fro without stepping on a bear trap. Haven’t I been a handful enough for you to reconsider til death do us part? If you try and put another one in me I’ll start dancing and we all know what happens when I dance.
We’re on a time crunch here. I haven’t found the secret to immortality yet and sucking the souls out of underage boys is only lowing down your ageing, but not stopping it. I’m doing this for you, damn it. I’m helping you give birth to horcruxes so you can live forever. We’ll birth them, scatter them around the globe and no one will ever know cause they’ll all be living. It’ll be like Children of the Corn meets Harry Potter but with sex and an black man from the 70’s record collection as the film score.