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Aromas and Love Part III

The dawn light filtering through the sheer, brown, silk drapes covered all in a cocoa hue. He was in her room for the first time and thought, ‘feels good, not too tight,’ as he penetrated her sphincter, also for the first time. He noticed the ease with which his penis opened her anus. ‘She’s done this before, not like me,’ he thought to himself, senses heightened. Dark, muddy, loamy, smells rose to his nose by the third or fourth out-pump. ‘Reminds me of old pinot noir from the Côte de Nuits, still with just a hint of primary fruit, an echo of summer pudding overtaken by notes of merde, leather and cedar, one foot in the grave, one on firm, limestone and granite-flecked marl. Wait – are those fresh black truffles?’ He imagined he was standing beside an old pinot noir vine on the gentle Grand Cru slope of La Tâche, its wooden stalk gnarled and bent like an old man. Then, slowly turning, he trudged through the rows of hallowed vines, his boots making imprints in the beige, clumpy soil, to the village center of Vosne-Romanée for a tasting menu at Auberge des Vignerons with shavings of intoxicating, pungent, earthy black truffles, fresh from Perigord.

He came in her ass. Coming back to the moment he pulled out and, noticing a helmet of feces caking the head of his cock, thought it resembled a dry, ridged, fresh black truffle waiting to be shaved over venison with porcinis.

Date Written: December 12, 2004
Author: John Slocum
Average Vote: 4.63636

12/21/2004 hagit mizrachy (4): Bravo old boy. This guy is a true restaurateur! I'm not normally anal, but the comma abuse gave me dyspepsia.
12/21/2004 The Rid (4): "Notes of merde, leather and cedar."
12/21/2004 Will Disney: yuck!
12/21/2004 qualcomm (5): i'm a big fan of this series
12/21/2004 Ewan Snow: He "pulled out a plum", as I've heard it called...
12/21/2004 Ewan Snow (5): 4.33 + .67 for buying candy bars. Even though you've done this several times, I still enjoy each new aroma.
12/21/2004 anonymous: I shouldn't get credit for buying those candy bars - that's just a great product. That's like getting credit for breathing.
12/21/2004 Ewan Snow: Thank you, author. Consider it rounded up for breathing, then. Did you pass any out? How were they received? I mean this short is interesting and all, but I feel we should really focus on my candy bars.
12/21/2004 Ewan Snow: Ah, just read your message board post. Thanks.
12/21/2004 Phony Millions (5): Virtoustic! I'm going to have black truffle pasta tonight; the actual fecal subject of this short has receded and I'm taken in by the culinary metaphors.
12/21/2004 Jon Matza (5): wine?
12/21/2004 anonymous: Hagit: Hey Kike-breath, the commas are for pacing. If you can't handle it, why don't, you, just, admit, it.
12/21/2004 TheBuyer (5): you stink-sniff real good, Slocum.
12/21/2004 hagit mizrachy: And here I thought the commas were to show your disdain for convention, truffle breath.
12/21/2004 qualcomm: baked fruit.
12/21/2004 cuntry (5): eww
12/22/2004 John Slocum: Hagit: that thing is all set, you know the thing. It's here at my desk ready for you-know-who. I have your receipt, if you want it. Fuck you.
12/22/2004 qualcomm: you mean that sack of loam he's giving to mrs. hagit for xmas, slocum? cool.
12/22/2004 John Slocum: Qualcomm - there is no Mrs. Hagit. Way to go.
12/22/2004 Dick Vomit (4): Baked fruit.
12/23/2004 scoop (4): This one is good, but not as haunting as the first installment of the series.
02/13/2009 Mr. Joshua (5): There is no master as the Sloc-Dog irregarding anal shorts.