Gimme S'more

Last night, I had a dream. About camping....where we had taken a trip last year, Lake Cushman . Its a beautiful place up in the Olympic Nat'l Forest. The drive up there is an outing in itself. The views are breathtaking.

Anyway, I'm sleeping, dreaming this great dream about camping....

We're all around the fire, making s'mores.

The melted chocolate and marshmallow ooze from between the grahams. My lips part slightly. My tongue flicks, wetting them, as to cool them, in anticipation of the gooey morsel....

Its at this point I hear that cheesy, 70's, porno music...*wackita- wackita*...and wake up...

I lay there, thoroughly disgusted. This is what blue balls must feel like for a guy....I was totally worked up, then left hangin'.

"FUCK." I say out loud. I get up and pad my way to the kitchen to gastronomically masturbate. There has GOT to be something here....

Rifling through the cupboards, I strike gold. A brand new bag of Jet Puffed Marshmallows ! I draw in an excited breath with an audible squeak. I frantically skewer five of them onto a chopstick and turned on a burner....and wait....

Slowly the white,cornstarch dusted flesh begins to brown and slightly bubble. The aroma of toasted marshmallow wafts up, filling my nose. That alone, is ALMOST enough.

I lift it to my eager mouth and open wide. I practically gag myself, taking in the entire length of the chopstick. I close my lips around the end, kissing my fingertips, and draw the chopstick out...leaving a pillow of warm heaven in my mouth. I groan, satisfied, trying to breath and swallow the sugar orgasm at the same time....

Sometimes food IS better than sex...