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My Juicy Story
   by Blue Devil

I'd read the letters, I'd heard the stories, but I never 
thought it would happen to me.

Oh God.  I'd been waiting for this night for weeks.

It was going to be sooooooooooo juicy.  My whole body 
shivered with anticipation.  I waited and waited by the
door until she was ready.  Finally, I got to take her
out.  Now there was no stopping me.

When the time was right, I laid her down and began my
most juicy experience ever....

She was beautiful.  At least 18 ounces, lightly seared and
wrapped in bacon.  As I dug the knife in for that first,
unforgettable time, still-fiery liquid spurted from her
insides.  As I devoured her juicy, quivering flesh, the 
runoff collected on my plate.  I could barely stand to wait
as my shaking hand sopped up the delicious results with
pieces of bread.  This was beyond my wildest dreams.

As I finished her off, I remembered...the apple!  I'd left
it in the other room!  I rushed in there, salivating like
a mad dog, and greedily clutched it to my breast.  I went
at it like a man possessed, shredding the outer skin with
canine and incisor and hungrily sucking down the sweet
fragrant juicy pulp.  Rivers of sweet liquid ran down my
chin and neck as I was transported to Nirvana, swept up in
a bliss which neither of us could control.

The apple gone, I stood - spent, drained, unable to contain
the sensations still coursing through my being.  As my 
satiated head drooped and my tongue lolled from my long-ago
satisfied mouth, my eyes lit up on the final treat I had
prepared for myself.

The Cherries Jubilee.

Oh. Ooooooohhhhhhhh.

[to be continued]