I was invited to dinner last night and seeing how I only had a cupcake for lunch I eagerly said yes to the invitation. Her place was a little out of the way, close to 50 miles off my usual commute but I was hungry and figured a good cooked meal was well worth the drive. So I pull up to her house and she greets me at the door wearing nothing but a black, lacy teddy. Dinner was now the furthest thing from my mind naturally. I stepped into the living room and put my arms....
(fast forward an hour)
As I'm drying off from the spa I looked up and asked her what is was she prepared for dinner as I couldn't smell anything. "It's on the table, go help yourself." Excited I ran naked to the kitchen to find a box of Fruity Pebbles cereal and 2 bananas waiting for me.
Frankly the night couldn't have been any better.
8 comments:
Oh my, that stuff is so bad for you. The cereal...not the sex.
Yuck. I hate fuity pebbles.
I like the concept very much, although I'd prefer as bowl of Alpen (with at least 50% of the raisins removed, of course).
You guys are okay.
*wrinkling nose* Yick! Man, I hope the sex was awesome to have gotten a bowl of that! Holy shit!
I love me some fruity pebbles.
she can cook that girl...she's a keeper.
what is wrong with these people? Fruity Pebbles Rock!
sex AND fruity pebbles?
you lucky fucker!
I am jealous!
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