Carolyn Sticks Her Tongue In My Ear

It was 11th December, 1992. Carolyn had lured me into an intimate, dimly-lit bar and had plied me with drinks all evening. "Drink up," she cooed, as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth: "it's Christmas!"

Little did I know what was really on her mind.

My senses had been numbed by the alcohol. With hindsight, I suspect she might have spiked my drink. How on earth could I have seen what was coming?

The music was playing too loudly for normal conversation. Carolyn turned towards me, as if to shout something into my ear. Like a fool, I leant towards her to make her task easier.

Then I felt it: something warm and wet had slipped its way into my right lug-hole.

Before

While her hapless (and innocently beardless) prey wonders why his beer tastes so strong, the insatiable siren contemplates her next move, a fire of passion burning in her eyes…

After

…She moves in for the kill.

 

WHAT ON EARTH WAS SHE PLAYING AT, THE BRAZEN HUSSY?

WHAT AM I - A PIECE OF MEAT?

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