The Unicorn
Three days later
Just call me Judas, because I must have killed Jesus Christ in my past life. That’s the only explanation to why this current clusterfuck is happening to me.
Three days ago, something amazing happened, probably the best f*****g thing that’s happened in my entire life. Mary came over, intent on ripping me a new one. I had no clue that me fearing for my life would result in me coming in my pants like a tween, but I’d happily renounce my manhood if it meant Mary squirted all over my face again and again.
Yes, she’s a squirter, and she showered me with her musk, which I want to bottle and place on my pillow like a little mint. She is like a unicorn amongst hopeful, horny men, longing for that one day they’ll catch a glimpse of this magical creature. But I didn’t
