Butter Lettuce Salad

I have created a new salad! The base is butter lettuce, then cucumbers are sliced on. Next, we add a few sliced strawberries, some tabouli (which Trader Joe's (TM) spells with two b's) and then some balela, yet another item from Trader Joe's (TM). Last some balsamic fig dressing and then some vegan caesar. Yummy!
But of course, there's more. A fantasy, be it ever so brief.
He walks into the room. And I know. What do I know? That I could fuck him if I wanted to. Not taking his eyes off me, he takes me by the hand and we go upstairs.
The stairway twists and turns. It is made of glass. Or it LOOKS like it's made of glass (it's probably plexiglass).
His eyes are a pale blue and they blaze at me with great intensity. "Hilda," he says, "I want you more than any woman I've ever known."
I throw my head back and laugh. "It's okay, Bart. You don't have to say silly things like that."
"But I mean it, I do!" He kissed my hand reverently.
I sigh. He's 29. How DO I get myself into these things?

He picks me up and carries me into the bedroom. Odd. Everything is frilly. The bed has a pastel blue canopy and there are matching curtains. Hmm.

"Is this your place?"
He blushes furiously. "It's my sister's."
"You sister's?"
"And her huband's."
"She has a husband that puts up with this?" I wave my hand around the room.
He grins. "He is a wee bit of a pussy."
"I'll never tell!" We giggle madly and he lowers me onto the bed.

"I like these," he says as he peels off my black stockings.
"Thank you," I say, cupping his balls through his trousers, "I like these!" Again, we giggle like mad as he strips down to zero. He holds his erection and asks, "What would you like to do with this?
"What wouldn't I want to do with that?" His cock is heavenly, perfectly large and thick with a beautiful foreskin that peels back beautifully in my mouth.
"Mmm, I like that."
"I thought you would. 69?"
"Oh, GOD, yes!" He spins me so that my little blonde vaggie is right close to his mouth. He begins to lick as I suck and suck. I twist my hand up and down his shaft as I lick back and forth on the tip, being sure to pull back the foreskin with each twist.
At the same time, he is kissing my thighs, opening my nether lips with his fingers and then licking my clit back and forth, as he licks his tongue gains speed until..until.. I am coming and he is coming.

He doesn't taste bad. And he assures me that I am delicious.

And then we fuck.

I am,

Hilda Stinson