Puzzle

"Beautiful."

She found the item she was looking for, and withdrew a compact from her purse, opening its lid to gaze into the small mirror mounted inside. She looked at the earrings, and smiled the broadest smile she'd ever smiled. She was mine for a month, I thought. "They're perfect!" she cried.

I answered her smile with one of my own as I envisioned her naked in bed, nipples jutting from her puffy areolas and her cute little cock standing stuff and swollen from her hairless groin. First I'd fuck her tight asshole, and then she could fuck mine. My prick stiffened at the thought. Down, boy, I instructed my member. There would be plenty of time for sex tonight and every night for at least a month. "I'm glad you like them."

I'd given her a pair of gold cocks. Miniature replicas of the real thing, these tiny circumcised erections were highly detailed for their size; they even showed the veins in the shaft and the wrinkles in the tightly bunched scrotum. Like I say, women--even women like Blanche--are mysteries. Who can know their thoughts or moods? I chose the penises by intuition, but it wasn't an intuition that was entirely uninformed. In this one matter, at least, Blanche and I thought alike. We both love cock. The only difference is that, instead of wearing miniature phalli suspended from my earlobes, I'd rather have a real one down my throat or up my ass or be shoving my own down someone else's throat or up someone else's ass.

Blanche admired the tiny pricks in the mirror once more, and her smile was brighter than the candlelight as she said, "Whenever I wear them, I'll think of yours--and mine."

I smiled. "Me, too," I said.

"Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart," she said, putting the compact back into her purse.

It wasn't yet, I thought, but it certainly was going to be.