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Puzzle
By Cal Y. Pygia
Women. There's no figuring them. They're a puzzle, one of life's
mysteries, and that's a fact. Who knows what goes on in their brains,
or whether they even have brains? I mean, what rational creature would
get excited over Valentine's Day? Could any holiday be more obtuse?
Like your bitch, mine's a sucker for the hearts and flowers,
chocolates and greeting cards, and she expects something on Valentine's
Day. If I forget to buy her something, it means I'm taking her for
granted, or so she tells me, and, believe me, you don't want to be
around any woman who feels she's being taken for granted. So, every
February 14th, I get her something.
I'll say this much for Blanche. It doesn't take a lot to make her
happy. She's one of those bitches who believes it's the thought that
counts. The first time I heard her say that, I was sure she was being
sarcastic, but no - can you believe it? - she was being sincere! This
was my ticket. I could buy her some piece of junk, and she'd be happy
as long as I remembered to get her something.
Last Valentine's Day, though, I almost fucked it up. I almost
forgot to get something. I was in an "adult store," as they started
calling porno places a couple of decades back, when I remembered
Blanche. There was this stacked bitch on the cover of Shemale Express
that looked enough like Blanche to be her sister. Big boobs with puffy
nipples, a great ass, long legs, and the cutest little cock and balls
I've ever seen - better, even, than Blanche's own, and, believe me,
that's saying something. Anyway, remembering Blanche, I also remembered
that tomorrow was Valentine's Day and I hadn't bought her something.
Blanche is as lusty as she is busty, and she loves it down the throat
or up the ass or, even better, both, but, when it comes to Valentine's
Day, she has to get something she thinks is "cute" or "romantic" or,
even better, both. In the past, I've bought her roses, chocolates,
perfume, jewelry, and all that crap, but there sure as hell wasn't
anything like those items in the damned porno palace. Mostly, there
were videos, DVDs, magazines, adult novelties, toys - the regular run
of merchandise for horny middle-aged men. I thought maybe Blanche might
like a sex board game. I was weighing this option when I saw the
earrings, and I knew at once that they'd be perfect.
I took my selection to the high counter at the front of the store
where a wizened old clerk stared at me as if I were a cockroach that
had somehow evaded the exterminators. Ignoring him, I set my purchase
on the countertop and paid the asshole. The clerk shook his head. Then,
he shrugged.
I snatched my bagged purchase from the worn countertop and
hastened out of the store, thinking the place had seen the last of me.
I hurried across the street, where I'd seen a Hallmark Greetings store
and bought a Valentine's Day card to go with my present. I also bought
some gift wrap with which to wrap my present, some shit decorated with
naked, winged Cupids shooting arrows into pink Valentine's hearts
trimmed in lace. The clerk suggested fancy pink bows, so I added them
to the rest.
We went to a candlelight dinner on an outdoor patio. A waterfall
cascaded down a stonewall to our left, and a fountain spewed water on
our right. Romantic music played, and we could look up at the star-
studded sky. The table was set with fine china, gleaming silver,
crystal goblets, and linen napkins. It was depressing as hell, but I
told myself, the holiday came only once a year and, by keeping Blanche
happy, she'd be glad to suck and fuck, which is about all anyone can
expect from his girl.
After we finished eating, Blanche wanted to talk, but I shut her
up by presenting my gift.
She took one look at the fancy bows and the Cupid wrapping paper
and her heart melted. She gasped, making an "O" with her mouth that
made me want to put my dick in her face, and her eyes moistened. "Oh,
Rick!" she cooed.
I was afraid she'd want to start yapping, so I suggested that she
open the gift.
When she did, the waterworks really started. Sobbing, she told me
how much she loved the present. I knew she was mine to do with as I
pleased for at least a week. I smiled. "Put them on, darling," I
suggested.
She lifted her fingers to her ears, and, within seconds, she'd
inserted the earrings through her lobes. Digging through her purse, she
asked, "How do they look?"
"Beautiful."
She found the item she was looking for, and withdrew a compact
from her purse, opening its lid to gaze into the small mirror mounted
inside. She looked at the earrings, and smiled the broadest smile she'd
ever smiled. She was mine for a month, I thought. "They're perfect!"
she cried.
I answered her smile with one of my own as I envisioned her naked
in bed, nipples jutting from her puffy areolas and her cute little cock
standing stuff and swollen from her hairless groin. First I'd fuck her
tight asshole, and then she could fuck mine. My prick stiffened at the
thought. Down, boy, I instructed my member. There would be plenty of
time for sex tonight and every night for at least a month. "I'm glad
you like them."
I'd given her a pair of gold cocks. Miniature replicas of the
real thing, these tiny circumcised erections were highly detailed for
their size; they even showed the veins in the shaft and the wrinkles in
the tightly bunched scrotum. Like I say, women - even women like
Blanche - are mysteries. Who can know their thoughts or moods? I chose
the penises by intuition, but it wasn't an intuition that was entirely
uninformed. In this one matter, at least, Blanche and I thought alike.
We both love cock. The only difference is that, instead of wearing
miniature phalli suspended from my earlobes, I'd rather have a real one
down my throat or up my ass or be shoving my own down someone else's
throat or up someone else's ass.
Blanche admired the tiny pricks in the mirror once more, and her
smile was brighter than the candlelight as she said, "Whenever I wear
them, I'll think of yours - and mine."
I smiled. "Me, too," I said.
"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," she said, putting the
compact back into her purse.
It wasn't yet, I thought, but it certainly was going to be.
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