Thin Mints: A Fantasy

I'm standing in a vestibule and the walls are gold. There is no nozzle, because this is not a shower. This is a place of pure fantasy.

I'm absolutely starkers, freshly bathed, my hair is a perfect mass of blonde curls.

I stand. And wait.

And then, it happens.

Thin mints materialize all over my body. I turn my mouth to the right and instead of soft shoulder, there is a thin mint that I dredge into my mouth. The chocolate is smooth on my bottom lip and as I tumble the cookie into my mouth, it melts slightly and I crunch it in half, taking the other half in my hand as I crunch the rest of the cookie. Crunchy, minty chocolate swirling around in my mouth. I swallow, bent down and pluck a cookie off my knee.

In front of me, there is a a large tub of ice cream. Neopolitan, of course. I trip into it and roll around, and I lie down and relax, scooping up ice cream in my fingers, plucking cookies off my body and making little ice cream sandwiches. Oh the joy!

"Hi," Mal emerges out of the ice cream and kisses me full on the mouth.

"Captain!"

"Yes, it's me!" He flips me onto my stomach and takes a cookie off my left glute and eats the whole thing with gusto.

"Oh Babylove!"

He continues to eat the cookies off the back of my body, running his hands up and down my bottom.

"You really love that, don't you?"

"I do," he says, bestowing a kiss. "It's so so small!"

"Well," I said, "I AM working on it. Heavy weights and all.."

He shushes me with a kiss, turns me over and begins working the other side.

The ice cream was cold on my skin and periodically, Mal would dip his mouth into the ice cream and then he would kiss me, lick me. And then, he pulled me on top of him.

Excruciatingly exciting.

I am,

Hilda Stinson