Moths – audio – read by Pete
Moths are a thing I think about a lot. They’re pretty much everywhere these days. They scare me a bit. I know it’s irrational, but that’s just how someone can end up with their face in between someone else’s legs. I stuck my tongue deep inside and felt some strange. It tasted like a dagger entering the small channel within the penis. “Painful!” cried Sebastian, “Ouuuucch!! Christ!”. Well, he wasn’t there, that had been known for some time. That charlatan had jumped ships with the Somalian pirates. Christ was into gold these days, great lumpen chunks of molten pineapple were entirely inappropriate at this point. His fear of pineapple had been steadily creeping since we last met on that beach. You remember Hawaii? With the barbecues, the sunsets and the tequila? Or the sambuca for that matter. It was time to bring it all to an end. He farted, and the smell was sweet.