Election special
My Secret Fantasy
Don’t tell anyone! It’s really tawdry.
I’m from Los Angeles. I’m intellectual and atheistic and woke but sometimes I think I could live with a really sexy country girl in her small town with her long hair. And we could be country queer together.
It makes me so horny to think about it.
I could live with her small town values — other than queer being a sin. I could watch Fox News as long as I’m with her. I’d go along with it.
On the weekends we’d ride ATVs for acres and acres under the stars and fish I would love her and we would make love out there by the river on that blanket she bought from Mypillow Guy.
“Try that in a small town,” I’d say after kissing her between her country thighs and making her cum.
And we’d both laugh so hard and then we would cry and I would say I’m so glad I found you and you would ask me, “Don’t you miss the city? All that excitement and all that important activity?”
“No,” I’d say, taking her hands tenderly and staring deep into her beautiful blue eyes.
“This is where I want to be,” I’d insist. “With you in a red state far away from my past. This is really healing me.”
