I knew he must be buttering me for a reason, but it felt so good that I couldn’t care less for his motives. I was feeling fresh like the morning, like I had just been born.
“… so evenly tanned today,” his words interrupted my reverie. Oooh, compliments on my skin, niiiice! “… I hated it yesterday, but it’s just perfect today,” he continued.
For the life of me, I couldn’t recall what he had hated yesterday, but at least he was finding our time together perfect today. I could live with that.
“So soft, so supple,” he said further, complimenting my body so richly that I couldn’t help but blush a deep red. Was this what they called love?
And then, before I knew it, he picked me up easily, like I weighed nothing at all. OH MY GOD, I thought to myself, it’s finally happening. This is the moment I have been waiting for all my life.
He brought his lips close to me, and opened his mouth slightly. I was quivering with excitement.
And then… He bit deep into my body and said, “Now that is what I call a perfect butter toast!”