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30DM2W III - Day 11


Succubus

In a blaze of red-hued and slightly clouded glory the sun began it's western descent. There was something metaphorical about that sunset because it was the last one I'd see at the dude ranch. My visit to the desert was coming to a close.

And as I thought about that Elton John song where he wails "don't let the sun go down on me" something more than metaphorical was happening to me as Dylan, unlike the sun, was going down on me.

"Dylan" I said half asleep " just what do you think you're doing?"

She looked at me, through honey blonde hair hanging across her face, and whispered devilishly "Wake up, Jack, I'm a succubus."

Honey, I thought, you can suck anything you want but I said "Babe, you might want to think that through because if you succubus you're bound to burn your lips on the tailpipe."

The moment was broken. She started to laugh, an endearing hiccupping giggle that got me going too. And as our laughter subsided we looked deeply into each other's eyes and I thought hey, I can see my reflection in her eyes.

But that thought quickly flew from my mind as we began to kiss, tenderly at first and then passionately. And then… Well, I'm not gonna go there. See the movie. Suffice it say our passion played out faster than Canadian men winning the gold and silver medals in the Olympic mogul event.

And so my week at the dude ranch on the hunt for the 3 Amigos killer came to an end. I hadn't found the man called Horse but I did go to a Zombie concert. I had thought about the Grateful Dead. And I  met Dylan. Sigh, imagine. Dylan and the Dead all in the same week.

And as if she could read my mind or see the look in my eyes she pulled me to her and whispered "You ain't going nowhere."

And you know what? I wasn't.

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Comments

ReformingGeek said…
Somebody turn the fan on in here! Sizzle.

No, the FAN, not the vacuum. Sheesh!
Buying a movie ticket.... STAT!!!
nonamedufus said…
Are things getting a little too warm for you Reffie?
nonamedufus said…
I can get you a discount.
You'd better watch out. Tomorrow's the day your bride's gonna come. And boy is Maryse gonna to be pissed when she sees you with Dylan!
nonamedufus said…
Whoo-ee ride me high.
Ziva said…
Oh my, Dufus! You have me all hot and bothered here.
Linda R. said…
Wow! The steam rises, and the killer and Horse are long forgotten as you take on Dylan.
Linda Medrano said…
This was charming and romantic and very sexy too. Just like you, Dufus. Just like you.
meleahrebeccah said…
:) I may not be writing in this challenge, but I'm sure as hell trying to support all of you!
frankleemeidere said…
Whoa! Cool. Or should I say, hot?
Nicky said…
Mon ami! I think I may just start smoking again...
nonamedufus said…
Your appreciation of what we're doing is, well, appreciated.
nonamedufus said…
Who knew I could write light porn.
nonamedufus said…
Was it good for you?
Jayne said…
Hot damn, Dufus. You're on a helluva roll here, my friend. :)
nonamedufus said…
Much appreciated, Jayne. Thank you. Hot damn is a good way to sum it up.
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
I need a cold shower.

Also, what's it say about me that I had the very same succubus joke on my mind for about 36 hours?
mikewjattoomanymornings said…
Get a room, you two.
Ziva said…
What do you say, Dufus, wanna get a room?
nonamedufus said…
Great minds think alike?
nonamedufus said…
Why is it when I hear that phrase I always think of Peter Sellers? http://youtu.be/dc_Ycnqm1Cc
Cheryl P. said…
Is the movie going to be X rated?
nonamedufus said…
Not only that it's going direct to DVD.
KZ said…
The "Dylan" misdirection made me laugh out loud. Well done, Dufus.
nonamedufus said…
Oh, I'm incorrigible sometimes.

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