Culinary Experiments


*.....I lay in bed, neither awake nor asleep. In a trance, somehow. My laptop screen wasn't flickering; the image displayed, with crystal clarity, a story from a forum. A story about a farm—seductive, culinary, and sinfully good. There was no need to read the text; the images instantly revealed what it was all about.

I slowly pulled myself up after the earth-shattering climax that had left me reeling. I had come too hard. Then, I froze. I sensed another body’s warmth. I felt hot breath—breath that shouldn't have been there. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of golden strands of hair.

How long had I been lost in the moment? What had the blonde angel already seen? Had she looked at the pictures? Read parts of the story? She surely had, surely...

...I turned to face her. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. A finger rested in her mouth—a finger that, a moment later, touched my lips...* "So, Marty... you're interested in little piglets?"...