SATURDAY
I took a deep breath and turned the key. The chastity belt stuck a little and Bertha cackled as I struggled with it. I looked up but a cloud of stale smoke and a night of tequila shooters made it difficult to see.
“Youse got to work to earn my reward, sugar.” Part of me, the part we all ignore, was begging me to leave. But the important part of me was saying ‘Put some muscle into it!” I turned the key and pulled with all my beer muscles. The doorway to heaven popped open and I rocked back on my knees. A scream caught in my throat. I expected to see a pussy, but instead a bird fell out. There was more cackling and other noises.
I wish I could tell you that I left right then. I really do.
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Wow. Pretty impressive imagination! LOL Good one!
ReplyDeleteThank you mod. Going to take a look at yours in a bit (get your mind out of the gutter. I mean your story).
ReplyDelete"I wish I could tell you I left" -- yowza! That's so messed up and awesome at the same time...
ReplyDeleteThat's me in a nutshell!
DeleteThe last line is what makes it glow. Love the warped sense of humor!
ReplyDeleteI also loved the last line! So frightening and awesome at the same time. Haha.
ReplyDeleteI believe this is my first time to your blog! Nice to meet you! We have lots of good fun over at Yeah Write and The Speakeasy and we love virgins! Er, fresh meat! Er, newbs! ;-)
Welcome aboard!
Oh man, this is so awesome. The last line really clenches it!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the publicity! **cackle** - "Bertha"
ReplyDeleteSo good. Really enjoyed the feeling of this!
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