...Vagina's delicate nose quivered as she tried to adjust to the frankly, overwhelmingly masculine smell of the Irish bar. Quite a change from the sweet floral scent that pervaded the country club where she and her elite friends usually met!, she thought giddily.
Paddy leaned close to her. She could feel his warm smoky breath on her ear. It excited her strangely; she could barely repress a shudder of delight. Her feelings ebbed and flowed, changed from moment to moment; she had never felt such profound feelings before. A mixture of revulsion and attraction, a prurient desire to know him, to know ALL of him, to touch and probe and taste...
"What'll ya drink, Babe?", asked Paddy in his thrilling, barely comprehensible brogue, slapping her lightly on the shoulder.
Disconcerted, unprepared for the question, Vagina requested a double Negroni.... |
