For dinner, the same, but with rice instead of potato. But then, I was hungry again. Tried again. Same dinner again. This one HAD to take. It did not.
By 9 Pm, I was starving. Ate an apple. Some Brazil nuts.
By 10, I had decided I couldn't do, I couldn't. Not during my time. I could not. What a foolish enterprise I had embarked upon, trying to do a cleanse during my time.
At 11, it was a double portion of whey protein. Brazil nuts.
I had to force myself to sleep.
In the morning, I had to go to Jack in the Box(TM) because it is the only place you can get a burger in the morning. Think about it: if you try that shit at McDonalds(TM), they humorlessly remind you that "it's breakfast." Yeah. Fuck you too, McDonalds(TM). I just went somewhere ELSE to get my early morning burger fix. How do you like that!?
All right. I am a bit belligerent. I am. It's true. I'm not putting up with any shit.
But the Captain, bless his heart, has been a peach. A true peach.
He said to me, last night, "Hilda. I just love you. I love you so much, I do, I really do." And he just held me for a bit.
"Mal?"
"Did you bring me any chocolate?"
He looked stunned. And then he laughed and presented me with an enormous box.
"Mal!"
"No thanks needed. I stole it from the Empress herself."
"When she wasn't looking?"
"Fat old cow."
"Oh Mal! She's very lonely."
He rolled his eyes and then pulled me close and kissed me, slowly and passionately. He then picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
"Where are we going?"
"To my bunk," he said.
We appeared inside his room. It was very small and everything smelled like him. I lay on the bed, sniffing the pillow. "Hmm. I LIKE it!" I said.
"Let me get you out of those things," he unbuttoned my blouse and removed it, placing it very neatly on the floor. "Now this," he took off my tank top, "and these," he unbuttoned my jeans and had me step out of them until I was just in my bra and panties. I wore a navy blue lace bra in which my bubble gum pink nipples peeked through. The panties matched and at the lacy part, you could see my little blonde pouf. "Shiny," he said as he licked my nipples through the lace.
"Mal," I moaned.
He continued to lick and suck at the nipples, his hand moving down my stomach and then to my mons, he rubbed lightly at the blue lace. And then he moved his head down and began licking at the lacy part. He finally pushed them aside and began licking my clit in earnest, as he pushed a finger into my little blonde vaggie. "Hilda, you taste so gorram good," he growled.
"Fuck me, baby, Fuck me."
"Come for me, I want you to come," he kept licking at me, his finger working in and out.
"Mal," I moaned and squirmed under his tongue.
"That's it, darlin' come on, let's do it," he unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. "Take some of this," he pushed into me. "Oh yeah, oh yeah," he moved in and out of me. Then, pulling out, he returned to licking me, his finger again, back moving in and out. His tongue moving east to west, back and forth again and again.
"Oh Mal, Oh. OHHHHH," I screamed.
He immediately pushed his cock inside me and began to fuck furiously. "That's is, yes, yes," he held my hands above my head and kissed me, his tongue inside my mouth as he he fucked me.
"Oh Mal," I struggled under him.
"Still," he commanded, "still," he fucked some more as I obeyed. Then he turned me over and smacked me gently on the ass, "My Hilda is a very very bad girl, very bad," he brought his tongue up to the tip of my ass crack and he fondled my bottom, "this, is very very nice, so hard, so tight," he raised my hips up until I was on all fours and then placed his cock inside me again as he fondled my breasts, wetting his fingers, he pinched at my nipples as he fucked me-and then he ran his hand down to my clit and began rubbing it as he fucked me again and again.
Exhausted he fell to the side so that we were lying on our sides, he continued to fuck me, his hand continuing to rub my clit, until I began to come.
And then: he did too.
It was amazing.
I love him.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson-Reynolds
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