had to share this true story.... (not me BTW)
'Twix of
Doom' from the question, 'Rude Food'.
My first girlfriend and I were together for
about two and a half years. A few weeks before
we split up we went on a short break to Cartmel
in the Lake District, renting a cottage from my
auntie's boss.
We had a nice time there, wandering around the
priory, eating toasted teacakes and crumpets in
a small tea shop, but a more deviant event was
on the horizon.
'Would you eat something out of me?' she asked
one evening. I confess I was rather bewildered
and wondered what she could mean: A banana?
Some chocolate? A pie?
I suggested these things and she decided
that a Twix would be a good idea.
The next morning we walked to the local Spar
shop and, being a chivalrous type, I allowed her
to choose her Twix.
As the chocolate was slightly soft I suggested
that we should maybe put it into the freezer
for a while so that it wouldn't melt in a flash
(amongst other things) and she agreed.
'I'm ready,' she said late that evening. She
went upstairs before me while I retrieved the
Twix from the freezer, following in her
footsteps moments later. When I reached the
bedroom she had already undressed and was lying
on the bed, her legs apart.
For a moment I wondered how I was going to do
this: do I actually remove it from the wrapper
or do I shove the whole lot in? Do I put one
finger in or both of them? I didn't want to ask
as I felt this would just make her nervous and
would hardly instil confidence in the poor girl
as she lay there, legs akimbo, about to be
penetrated by a chocolate bar.
I decided to insert a single finger and opened
the wrapper, suddenly noticing that the
chocolate was covered in a slightly grey sheen
of condensation having been in the freezer all
day, and was also as hard as a pavement, my
thumbnail failing to leave an impression when I
tested it.
'This is going to be cold,' I warned before
introducing the Twix. She gasped as it slid
inside and I left about an inch of it sticking
out. For a moment I looked at the rather
ridiculous and mildly scary sight before me,
before bending down and biting off about half of
the exposed finger of Twix.
Without warning the whole thing vanished inside
her. Gone. I panicked, completely baffled,
wondering what I should do.
I didn't think it would be The Done Thing to
prise apart her labia like a mechanic lifting a
bonnet before rummaging around inside, so I
just lay there, staring, wanting to cry for a
moment.
And then a thick, brown liquid began to ooze
from her pubis. Terrified that it would ruin
the sheets – which, after all, were not ours –
I thrust my hand between her thighs and caught
the melted chocolate as it dribbled out, but my
hand quickly filled and I was then forced to
consider what I was going to do with a hand
full of rather hot melted Twix as I could
hardly say 'just crimp yourself off, love – I
need to go and wash my hand,' so screwing my
eyes shut I licked it off my hand while my
other one was slowly filling.
Then, just as I thought it couldn't get any
worse, the biscuit base popped out, completely,
eerily clean, stripped bare of chocolate and
caramel, like an albino penis.
I pulled it out and, hands full of chocolate,
quickly ate it while I awaited for her sugary
genital deluge to stop.
I don't think I've eaten a Twix since.