Now, in case I haven't told you…my feeding took place upon the hotel room floor – the only place possible to open all of my cases and still be able to reach into each. For my finale, I chose the bed – not as comfortable as mine at home – but I'd have to do. Positioning myself, so as to be relaxed as possible, I propped myself up against the headboard, Twinkies in tow like an anchor around my neck waiting to be hauled up into the hole.
Nimbly opening the box I undid the seal slowly, searchingly….the cardboard zipper pulling away to unveil the phallic, spongy cake inside.
"This is one priapic package I wish unwrapped," I thought, as I pulled at the cellophane prophylactic preventing me from feeling the spongy length of its sweetness. The wrapping gave way to my incisors, as I tugged that puppy free, the familiar odor exciting me the moment it wafted to my nostrils. Licking my lips in anticipation, I ran my tongue up and down its breadth, the flavor dancing within my mouth. At