Danny and Christine
Mark Cooper is an author, singer, and interpretive dancer. He lives with his many turtles in a refurbished bus in Minneapolis.
Christine moved forward to cup her hand around Danny’s package, letting herself feel the weight of it.
“No man could ever penetrate me the way you do,” she said, “so deeply, so passionately. You’re the only man who understands what my body needs, the only man who’s ever really truly satisfied me.” She bit his ear. “I’ll always remember you, Danny Chastain, the way I watched you lying there in the moonlight, running my hand up and down your rock hard stomach.” Suddenly, shaking her head in frustration and pounding her fists against his huge pecs, she said, “I don’t care about your wife, your children. Run away with me, Danny, someplace where they’ll never find us.”
Danny turned to her and said, “I’m going to shit on your chest.”
“Don’t you think I know that, Danny? Don’t you think I know we can’t run away together? Just let me pretend, just for tonight.”
“Your mouth smells like farts.”
“Thank you, Danny,” she said, wrapping her thin arms around him. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”
“I’m going to touch your brother’s dick.”
Christine started crying. “I can’t do it. I can’t stand the thought of you going back to her.”
“I’m going to fuck him.”
“I know, Danny. I know.”
“I’m going to rub his sweaty balls all over my face.”
“I love you, too.”
They held each other into the night, Danny telling Christine all the sweet things she needed to hear.
In the morning Danny woke up to find Christine sitting at the edge of the bed, wiping tears from her eyes.
“What’s wrong?” he said. “Are you crying because your ass is full of pimples?”
“I know it’s childish of me,” she said. “I know you can’t leave her. I know you don’t want to.”
“Well, my wife’s a lot hotter than you.”
“It’s just… part of me still hoped that you would.”
“Damn-it,” said Danny, getting out of bed and slipping into some jeans. “The kids, Christine. I don’t have a choice.”
“How dare you talk to me that way!” she screamed.
“I’m not trying to upset you. I’m really not. But we need to be adults about this.”
“God, why are you always like this in the morning?”
“Baby, you have to understand.”
“Do you kiss your children with that mouth?”
“Christine, please, be reasonable!”
“You’re disgusting! I would never, ever let you fuck my sister!”
Danny picked up a chair and threw it across the room. “Well why the hell not?”
Sobbing, Christine said, “You really find her attractive?”
“Well yeah, she’s got a nice ass. Nothing at all like your grandma.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry. I know I over react. I just, I love you so much”
They embraced each other, Danny inhaling the scent of her hair. “Take me,” said Christine, looking up at him with her Disney eyes.
“I’d rather fuck your uncle,” said Danny, caressing her cheek with his hand.
Christine slid off her lace panties, and for the last time in their steamy romance, the two made love.