Me being a connoisseur of the cunnillingual arts since the age of 15, I’ve seen my fair share of female genitalia up close and personal. Some were so beautiful as well as symmetrical with color tone that would make Da Vinci himself salivate. The others not so much, a lot of these are chronicled throughout the internet, inbox, email, picture text etc. Long story short, if your box looks like a pound of ground chuck on the inside please don’t take a picture of it!
Dawn was breaking as the big Hog scooted through the streets. My five whores were chattering like drunk magpies. I smelled the stink that only a street whore has after a long, busy night. The inside of my nose was raw. It happens when you’re a pig for snorting cocaine. My nose was on fire and the stink of those whores and the gangster they were smoking seemed like invisible knives scraping to the root of my brain. I was in an evil, dangerous mood despite that pile of scratch crammed into the glove compartment. “Goddamnit, has one of you bitches shit on herself or something?” I bellowed as I flipped the long window toward me. For a long moment there was silence. Then Rachel, my bottom whore, cracked in a pleasing ass-kissing voice. “Daddy Baby, that ain’t no shit you smell. We been turning all night and ain’t no bathrooms in those tricks’ cars we been flipping out of. Daddy, we sure been humping for you, and what you smell is our nasty whore asses.” I grinned widely, inside of course. The best pimps keep a steel lid on their emotions and I was one of the iciest. The whores went into fits of giggles at Rachel’s shaky witticism. A pimp is happy when his whores giggle. He knows that they are still asleep.
Really having the pre-forty jitters, although my birthday is 6 months away. Feeling some kind of way about it, a panicky urgency that there are some things I need to get accomplished but I have no idea what they are.