Warning: Suggestive content.
(though not enough so to preclude it being shown on network TV)
“Becky, you look like death warmed over. I’ve never seen you this tired. Was that your date with Steve?”
“Yeah, sort of. It wasn’t quite what I expected.”
“Tell me, girl.”
“Well, you know how he likes practical jokes and stuff. About eight o’clock I was just finishing getting ready. I wore that little black dress, you know, the one with the hemline about to here?”
“Daring.”
“Yeah. Well, I was choosing which heels would go best with it when I saw something move in the window. It looked like Steve had got some silly demon-monster suit on and was climbing in. It was good, I have to admit. He had scales and hair and glowing yellow eyes and everything. And I do mean everything: the suit was anatomically correct.”
“OMG! Really?”
“Really. And a lot better hung than he normally is. The pump was primed, too.”
“What did you do?”
“Well, I figured he went to all that trouble, you know. And I was kind of curious about the animatronic jewels. So I tossed the shoes and the panties and called his bluff.”
“You didn’t!”
“I did. And let me tell you, Cass, he surprised me. When I pushed him to the floor he got this look on his face like he’d just won the lotto. He grinned from ear to ear and then came at me with his forked tongue.”
“Forked tongue? He went all out, didn’t he?”
“Definitely. We Frenched for a while and then he did oral on me.”
“Steve? He never did that with me; said he wasn’t into it.”
“Well, this time he was. And afterwards he put that prosthetic to use. I rode him, he rode me, front and back and some positions I’d never even thought of. It lasted for hours and he never let down once. It was like he’d OD’ed on Viagra. By the time three a.m. rolled around I was nothing but sweat and quivering and limp muscles and he was still ready for more. I finally had to stop him, which took another half hour. You know what he did then?”
“What?”
“He told me he had no idea who Steve was, but that Steve was a lucky guy. As he got up he asked if it was okay if he came back tonight for more.”
“Really? What did you say?”
“Well, there’s no way I could take another night of that, at least not so soon, so I did the only thing I could. I gave him your address.”