What was supposed to be a hot steamy night on a romantic weekend in Canada with his lover, turned out to be a freakin' nightmare. It started great though. Bob pinned a Canadian flag on his panties and said "Look hunny" and shook his hips like a cheap down town 50 cent whore. "What", said DurkingLurk smiling "you mean it's a small prick country?". "No!" replied Bob with feigned irritation. "Yeah well, that too. But It's the leaf covering my pricky, look, I'm Eve!".
"You wanna be my Adam?" he whispered, bending over as if he was Marilyn Monroe stepping over a transport abrade. "I was created from your rib, you know. Maybe we can create something else to." He giggled and threw himself on the bed.
"Talking about ribs, are you hungry?"
"What do you have in mind bunny wunny?" Bob replied.
DurkingLurk stared at his lover on the bed and watched him scratching his Canadian flag intensly.
"Well, definitely not crab..."
He looked a little like a whale too, Durk wondered. Or a big blowfish. If this was Japan they could make an giant bowl of fish soup out of him. But this was Canada...
"No, definitely no sea food. But we can order some Poutine, it's supposed to be some kind of national dish."
"Hi, I'm Alisa. You ordered room service?" the hot maid said as she walked slowly and sexy to the table and put the dish on it. That's strange, Durk thought by himself, she looks familiar. Maybe... He quickly jumped up in front of her and opened his raincoat to flash his sausage.
"Don't play with me" Alisa said. She gave him the finger and left the room.
Yup, definitely know her, I must have flashed her before.
(To be continued)