A very personal Valentine story...
Feb. 15th, 2004 10:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccoj...from Harloprillallar's Drabble-o-matic. Blame this one on Chris.
Chris tripped along passionately. He was on his way to meet his lover, Jimena, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a pillow in its mouth.
Chris was almost on a chair when he came across a flavourful cake, lying alone on a bouncy plate. "That must be a treat from my flat bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked polished, so he ate it.
It gave him the most red tingling sensation in his frenulum. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Jimena.
When Jimena came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Chris cried indefatigably.
"Your shoulder! And your eye!" Jimena said. "They're smouldering! Can't you feel it?"
Chris felt his shoulder and his eye. They were indeed quite smouldering. "Oh, no!" Chris said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that flavourful cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Jimena said. "I got you a shirt. It must have been that erect man who lives nearby. He acts a little grandiosly, ever since he slid a chocolate."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Chris sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Jimena said tiringly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your shoulder is really tachycardic like that."
"Really?" Chris dried her tears. Chris kissed Jimena and it was an entirely sheening sensation, like a Palm Pilot of love that beeps its stubborn refrain hopefully.
They spent the night having entirely sheening sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Chris tripped along passionately. He was on his way to meet his lover, Jimena, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying a pillow in its mouth.
Chris was almost on a chair when he came across a flavourful cake, lying alone on a bouncy plate. "That must be a treat from my flat bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked polished, so he ate it.
It gave him the most red tingling sensation in his frenulum. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Jimena.
When Jimena came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Chris cried indefatigably.
"Your shoulder! And your eye!" Jimena said. "They're smouldering! Can't you feel it?"
Chris felt his shoulder and his eye. They were indeed quite smouldering. "Oh, no!" Chris said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that flavourful cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Jimena said. "I got you a shirt. It must have been that erect man who lives nearby. He acts a little grandiosly, ever since he slid a chocolate."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Chris sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Jimena said tiringly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your shoulder is really tachycardic like that."
"Really?" Chris dried her tears. Chris kissed Jimena and it was an entirely sheening sensation, like a Palm Pilot of love that beeps its stubborn refrain hopefully.
They spent the night having entirely sheening sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
