Pretty Female Puppies Picked Up on the Street
I picked up pretty female puppies on the street. Several of them, even...
In a darkness from which every light of the world had been erased, the blind female puppies lived trusting only the sensations that clung to the tips of their noses.
The Friday street corner where these uniformly soft and pretty females would meet their master was always brilliantly steeped in a sweet orange glow.
These little fluffballs I unexpectedly encountered at that corner wagged their tails toward me.
That's right. This scent. Our master whom we have waited for so long.
The fragrance of mine that reached the tips of their noses must have closely resembled the one from the memories they had lost.
Because they could not see me, ironically the children believed without a shred of doubt that I was the return of their most perfect master.
At the soft, squishy coquetry and affection they nuzzled trustingly against my body, a slender crack soon formed in my heart.
Before long the warm waters of sensuality and pleasure opened that fissure and rose up together for everyone.
Blind angels, I will gift you a deeper paradise than the person you longed for.
Now I will become the light that fills you even more brilliantly.
Entrust that pleasure you desire to me, and let it bloom into something even more mature.
The beautiful Friday nights shared by me and the fluffballs made us scatter every time with cries of ecstasy like excited smoke, and all of us, centered on a red light, stuck together stickily and tangled until we became one.
It was a night of perfect and secret rendezvous that belonged only to us, one we could reveal to no one.
Ah... so delicious...