July 19, 2004
Sometimes when Barry's sleeping, and he gets that angelic look on his face that, before Barry, she never believed existed except in stupid girls's fantasies or worthless "chick lit", she is overcome with the warmest feeling of desire. Not to ravage him so he wakes up to find her kneeling between his thighs with her mouth full, but to just eat him up with a shiny spoon, like jelly from a just-opened jar. Ahhh, the first skimming of the jelly's surface is like nothing else. But skimming Barry's skin with her spoon, and tasting his pore-ooze, is a close second.