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Dave and I were driving back from a date at 2 AM, Bruce Springsteen started
"Born To Run" and next thing I knew we were home and Dave was saying, "Look
at all the stars!" but I couldn't see because my contacts were frozen solid
in my eyes (that happens when I fall asleep and don't blink). Then we were
on the road again, but I was Sean "Puffy" Combs fingering the female
chaufer. Jennifer Lopez and I had been squabbling and I wanted to get my
sexual tension out before our date tonight because I didn't want to be her
slave. I wanted to be able to hold out longer than Jennifer. The chaufer was
silent, long-suffering. She pretended it wasn't happening. But she was dripping all over the leather seat. Then I realized Dave was fingering me in
my sleep. It all came back to me now: We'd driven two hours to the North End
of Boston to get this certain torrone they have that I love, and Dave was so
hungry he took all of it save the tiny chunk I'd broken off and stuck it in
our cappucino and then sucked all the chocolate off. His hot, hungry fingers
melted the only chocolate that didn't get sucked. It was the last torrone
they had. I was so resentful I'd resolved to withhold sex. And here I was
mere hours later, letting him suck and get his filthy fingerprints all over
ME just like he'd done to my torrone.
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