the glass sits there with it's milky, frothy contents...
almost like a milkshake. 'A jizz milkshake?' you think.
You shake your head, banishing the mental image.
'Get a hold of yourself, Alexa.' just get it over with.'
with a deep breath, you steal yourself and reach for the glass.
As you grasp it in your hand, the glass is cold.
Feeling the weight of it in your hand, you estimate quite the sausage party happened in here.
The image of so many strong, sexy, muscular men around your unconscious frame, mmmm.
You blush beet red, your legs warm slightly.
Your eyes snap open to the present.
Your eyes shoot to the glass in your hand.
It's contents tilted, a few droplets attempting to flee.
You jerk your hand, in an attempt to bar their escape.
The white cream sloshes back and forth before settling back down into it's crystal chalice.
You probably should drink this before you spill it in your clumsiness.
You bring your creamy, frothy, bounty to your lips.
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.12 seconds at 4:19pm on Nov 22, 2024 via server WEBX1.
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author