Walking To The Supermarket

I walk to Coles early in the cold to get oats for breakfast. My oats container was empty this morning when I casually when to it as the backup for when I am out of bread.

Oh, damn it.

The day is pretty grey. It is pretty cold now that I am out here in it. 

There was a cute floor guy, the name of his floor company, Abracadabra Floors, was in big red letters on the side of his van, parked in the street. He was going into a house with his handsome face and his shorty shorts, showing his spectacular legs and arse, looking as pretty as a he could.

Damn, he’s pretty, I think. 

I smiled at him as I passed, yeah, because he was pretty? No, I tend to smile at everyone I make eye contact with in the street, but he didn’t smile back.

He grimaces in return.

I think his cute face is etched with the cold he was feeling. 

It’s not that bad, baby, I think. 

Then, you know, in response to his plain face, when I smiled at him, I think, that is the face he’d, no doubt, make getting a finger up his arse. 

The thought makes me giggle. 

Yeah, that would make you look like that, no doubt. That’s exactly the expression you’d have on your pretty face.

Really? Can’t be friendly? I think. So, what if it is cold. 

I imagine a couple of leather queens could warm up that smile, just a little. You know, holding him down, tearing off those little shorts of his, and then his jocks, He squirm a bit, as they fingering him. 

“It wouldn’t kill you to smile, pretty boy.”

“Okay, okay, I will smile next time, I promise.”

“You promise.” In goes another finger.”

“Yes, yes. Ah! I promise.”

Then I imagine the two leather guys taking turns eating his arse, and I wonder what that would do for the expression on his face. (Sure, I’d like to watch that)

“Just so you remember,” says Leather boy one, still with a face full of the pretty one’s arse jizz.

As the second leather boy goes in for the full chow.

I’m chuckling by now. What is that, the smile police I am forming in my head?

I shake my head? Where the hell did all that come from? Too pretty not to smile, I guess.

Funny the things you think, in the cold, in the early morning, as you head to Coles to get oats when you are hungry.

I’m listening to the Rolling Stones. The wind blows. The sky is black grey. People are dressed in big coats and jackets and gloves. 

I quite like the cold, I have to admit. I like the different seasons, they are all fantastic, really.