So… apparently, it’s my birthday today. I say “apparently” because that’s what my family tells me to be true. I don’t really know because I wasn’t there to see. Okay, I was, but I don’t remember being born at all. Could this be a case of post-birth amnesia?
Yes, that was a terrible, terrible attempt at being funny but hey… I’m sticking with it. In good honesty, I don’t really pay much attention to the date. I’m more inclined to notice other people’s birthdays than my own. Still, one can use the opportunity to write something involving such an occasion and that’s exactly what I’m doing.
Here’s something dirty. Whether it’s tasty or not, I’ll leave it up to you. Enjoy.
“I don’t remember asking for this!” Brian protested.
“You said you wanted a lemon cake…” Amber teased.
“I never said anything about becoming one.”
“Hold still, you’re ruining the decoration,” she commanded.
Unable to resist her mesmerizing suggestion, he felt the cold whipped cream spiraling across his manhood.
The mind-controller always gets the first bite.