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Tell Me A Story, Desdmona
illustration by garv


By Desdmona

This story contains sexually explicit scenes.

I liked everything fast. Fast food. Fast cars. Fast women. I didn’t want to stand in line. I didn’t want to drive in the slow lane. And I didn’t ever want to wait for a woman, for anything.

Then I met Ruby Brown.

I was in line at the DMV, and pissed about it. She was in front of me so I stared at her ass a good long time. Tight jeans. Seam riding high. Each cheek more than a handful. Mighty fine.

Suddenly, she stepped to the counter. “My name is Ruby Brown. If I have to wait one more minute, I’m going to take a shit right here on your desk!” She yanked down her jeans as proof. The crowd took a collective step back.

But Ruby Brown stood tall. Thumbs latched in worn elastic of daisy yellow panties, ready to complete her threat.

The crusty DMV employee didn’t pause. She didn’t blink. She just yelled, “NEXT!”

The woman whose turn it was took her cue, but cautiously edged around Ruby. The crowd settled back into boredom.

Ruby Brown stood still, maybe contemplating her options. When she bent to pull up her jeans, I got a flash of dark, brown pubes. She tried to take her place back in line, but the crowd closed ranks, and Ruby walked defeated to the back.

Call it lust, call it stupidity, call it whatever you like, but I offered her my spot.

“Why would you do that?” she yelled over heads and bodies.

I shrugged my shoulders and said what I thought. “’Cause I ain’t got nothing but time for the likes of you, Ruby Brown.”

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