Fukkit, it's too good to be left in her mail.

That I will touch your breasts,

… and once the touching starts,

that I will not stop,
that I will not tarry,
that I will not care,
that I will violate,
that I will explore,
that I will seize,
that I will experiment,
that I will not listen,

… until,

I hear your sighs.

V,

I am going to push you against a wall. Your cheeks right against it. Me behind you. Your dress will be lifted. Your underwear removed. And what is facing me then, will be photographed,

and put on the internet, at the the trashiest site you could possibly imagine.

Coz I am looking for comments V. There had better be comments V.

I want the redneck farmboy with the big equipment describing intimately … unapologetically … dreamily … and desperately … how he wants to plough with you …

I want the rich old fogey offering you riches.

I want the gangsta brotha proclaiming with pidgin spelling how he wants to pop his cap in dis white bitch.

And somewhere at the bottom of that thread, a comment from Augie. Augie who writes,

“… wai thuh aunti mayke me mess ma undarwhere wif some funnee steeky white stuff? … naw ma cat smelled it and aktyng very funny … I mast go see da docktor. He nose best. I mite dye.”

I’m gonna read it all out loud to you V.

Every last word … if there are comments.

If there are no comments, V, it’s you, me, lots of olive oil … and my hard … unforgiving … probing … prodding … noise-making …

… hand palms …

… for a long time,

on your ass.

And then my dear V, it’s time for another photo, and this time …

You. Are. Bending. Over. Naked.

Such a lovely sight V, I think I’m gonna explore it a bit … the curve of your back … the dimples above your cheeks … those pliant expanses that are your cheeks … shhhhhh … the cleft … and softly inside the cleft … shhhhhhhh … the back of your thighs … your knees … your inner thighs … shhhhhh … all the way back up to your cheeks … and from there back to your cleft … softly … oh so very softly … shhhhh … your cheeks … the dimples above your cheeks … shhhhh … and the curve of your back … on and on … shhhhhh.

I wonder who’s knocking on the door V. Ahhhh, it’s Meezus Gamidge. Old Meezus Gamidge. Nosy Meezus Gamidge. Nasty Meezus Gamidge.

She heard your noises. She’s shouting that you’ve gotta shut up. She can’t watch her zowpees. What are you going to say V ?

Can’t really speak, can you ? Oh well V, don’t worry, I’m gonna help you.

From your back … to your cleft … and lower … lower … to your perineum … until it now rests … below your Mount.

Sorry V, I’m gonna tickle you there … softly … hard … up … down … left … right … don’t hold back V … give Meezus Gamidge the full orchestra V … I’m not stopping you V … you have a reason V … and that reason’s gonna slap your ass V … that reason’s gonna pinch your sensitive spot V … that reason is sliding in and out of you V … almost there V … give Meezus Gamidge the full orchestra V.

Good girl.

Ahhhh V, now Meezus Gamidge says that she’s called the police. What are we going to do ?

I’ll tell you.

We’re gonna play a game V : Who C***s First.

You … or the police ?

You're gonna beat the police V. My fingers are inside of you V. My fingers have found the spot V. My fingers are working the spot V. Don’t hold back V.

Or else my fingers ain’t coming out V. The door is unlocked V. Meezus Gamidge can just open it V. And the police will be right behind her V.

Meezus Gamidge is gonna see you V ... where you're undressed ... where you're unfettered ... where you're untamed ... where you're unchaste ... where you're unapologetic ... 'cause you're oh so very uncocked ...

Meezus Gamidge is gonna faint V.

And then there’s gonna be a lot of trouble V.

Don’t hold back V. I can hear the sirens V. What are you gonna tell the judge V ?

I know what I’m gonna tell the judge V,

“Your honor, I apologize. I won’t use my hands next time.”