A Squirrel

A Squirrel

I have a cute visiting squirrel
He came back today, climbing
in my window and getting eyeballed
by my imaginary cat Spot.

I think he sees Spot because they
seem to play. But, don’t rely on the
crazy lady. I know the squirrel is
very real from his first visit!

Danny, a bartender and I hooked up.
I brought him back here since wives
don’t usually like guys bringing home
girls from the bar to suck them off.

I’m not sure why, since if the wife
doesn’t want to suck and swallow –
why not be HAPPY he’s found someone
to take the task off her, right?

Guys aren’t going to leave their wives
for me so why get riled up? Child
support is expensive – side chicks
are the best solution! Back to Chet…

I named the squirrel Chet. Everyone
deserves a name. The name was the
second visit, however. First time, Danny and I were on my bed. I was plastered….

We were kissing, and stroking and the usual stuff. Our clothes were on the floor
with all the crap from my bed to make
room to get hot and heavy! So hot!

Danny yelped! “Something ran across
the bed!” I was thinking rat. I get them
from time to time. I couldn’t turn on
the light cause the bulb was blown.

We paused. I wanted to get going again.
I was thinking I’d have to pee soon – I’d
rather “just after”. We get back to the sex. Love making is for real couples – not us!

But, in the doorway, was the unmistakable shadow of a squirrel! I laughed and I think peed a tiny bit. Danny jumped up and chased the intruder.

It was so funny watching Danny’s parts
go bouncy bounce and swing side to side.
He chased the little guy til he was out
of breath. I laughed and peed more.

Fed up, Danny grabbed his clothes to
leave and so funny – I had peed on them.
He wasn’t amused. He got none and was
heading to wifey with a pissy pussy smell.

In the kitchen, I put down a cracker
with peanut butter. Part of the next
day’s dinner. I’m poor. Sorry. The little
guy came over and ate it. Loved it!

The next one he took from my hand.
He ended up in my lap. He slept. I
didn’t. It was so cool having him!
Finally, he jumped back out the window.

I figured it was a one time thing. He was
back a month later and I named him Chet.
It had been pouring rain outside and as
soon as I re-opened my window…Chet!!!

Today, was his third visit. He was chewed up a bit…maybe cat…maybe dog. It was
dried and healing so I left it alone. He let
me kiss him goodbye – I hope he returns.