Dirty Donut Drabble
A/N: This is Linc with whomever you want to imagine him with *winks*
“You know some man invented donuts, right?” he asked.
“Why do you say that?” the naked, donut-eating woman in his bed responded.
He held up his donut to demonstrate. “It’s a hole,”-he pointed at the hole-“in the middle of soft gooey tastiness. It’s right where a man wants to stick his tongue. And other stuff.”
“You have a one track mind,” she said, looking closely at his face.
“All men do. That’s how I know a man invented donuts.”
“You have frosting in your whiskers.”
“Where?”
“Over a little. A little more. There.”
“I would have wiped it off. You didn’t have to use your tongue.”
“Oh, look, you have frosting on your ear, too.”
“Do I have any on my other stuff?”
“You know some man invented donuts, right?” he asked.
“Why do you say that?” the naked, donut-eating woman in his bed responded.
He held up his donut to demonstrate. “It’s a hole,”-he pointed at the hole-“in the middle of soft gooey tastiness. It’s right where a man wants to stick his tongue. And other stuff.”
“You have a one track mind,” she said, looking closely at his face.
“All men do. That’s how I know a man invented donuts.”
“You have frosting in your whiskers.”
“Where?”
“Over a little. A little more. There.”
“I would have wiped it off. You didn’t have to use your tongue.”
“Oh, look, you have frosting on your ear, too.”
“Do I have any on my other stuff?”