“Delivery.”
Announced the digital voice that is Kevin, my in home voice activated security system. The year is 2046, when everything, absolutely everything can be ordered online and delivered right through auto inspection. No need to step foot away from the bed even.
Tonight I want to order some desire, something to sooth the burning fire, that lust wanting to come out. Tonight i don`t prefer to be alone, not as my in home stereo plays aloud ABBA’s “Gimme Gimme Gimme a man after midnight…”
And indeed that’s what i ordered. From my computer I logged on to mendelivered.com, pressed a few buttons to preorder the passion after midnight. “Daunting green-eyed Adonis want to make love all night long,” i laughed, who writes these sales pitch anyways? I’d done a better job, written something more desire provoking, something that makes the shy girl blush while the hidden wild woman urges them to carry forward, to satisfy that curiosity, that fire of procreation and
like, to see the very masculine of the other being, to be desired, to feel like a woman.
I need some food first, to satisfy my hungry stomach before the lower desires becomes too primitive to ignore. What about a men that comes with food to satisfy a woman both sexually and otherwise, “Polish sausage with extra serving of meatballs, served sloppy and wet.”
or, “Italian stallion with whipped cream, red rose to tickle and tease.”
How about, “human nacho with latin beefcake who can salsa, guacamole and sour cream on the side?” Hmmmm…
Wow, I need to start my own men / women delivery service, selling dreams and fantasies. Perhaps a place with seductive and smart lines such as “you are my prince slamming with a whip and an insatiable appetite to do it over and over again, come soon and rescue me from sexual frustration.”
What about “I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you do, just do me right.” Too funny, I laughed.
What else, “Backside boys here for your bisexual or threesome fantasies… adventurous straight men welcome.”
Kevin’s robotic voice is still asking if I want to let the guest in, but I am too absorbed in my own world to be disrupted by whatever I ordered just ten minutes ago. Men can wait, they can be ordered and delivered anytime, but my inspirations are not going to stay around forever.
“Tell him to take a rain check for tomorrow night,” I ordered Kevin while continue to pound out delicious phases that turns me on from the very inside, “I think my pleasure for tonight has already been delivered.”