"when i grow up" an essay.

I'll wear red lipstick, a leopard print nightie and black lace panties. I'll bend over the bedroom dresser for my husband to enter me. We'll fuck until mascara runs down my face. Then we'll climax, kiss and fall asleep. The next morning we'll brush our teeth. I'll make breakfast. We'll enjoy a few cups of coffee and good conversation. He'll do the dishes.

Love, me.

once upon a time...

A little baby felt sad, he was alone. Then the little baby got hungry, he was alone. The little baby died.

The End.

garlic farts.

Savory.