I'M ADDICTED TO RICE KRISPIE TREATS

I just read my last posting. Damn, I was going through it. I guess when you're down, there's only one way to go. I'm not there yet, but I'm slowly getting back to me. After work yesterday I went to the Jamaican place to get some fish. I knew Jamaican Chocolate wasn't there. He called me from a payphone and said it was his day off. He wanted us to hook up and I told him, "We're on friends with NO benefits status." He seemed ok with that, but I doubt I'll get another call from him.

So I go to the place and the head cook is at the cash register. He's always had a crush on me, but he's 58. He's glad to see that my top is low cut. He stares at my cleavage line and actually started licking his lips. Gross Old Prick. His parted lips expose his missing front lower teeth. "Don't cheat mi of mi fish." I jokingly tell him in horrible patios. "Naw worry yuhself mi darlin' I naw gwan fi cheat yew." He hands me a container that's so filled with food, he uses a rubber band to close it. He adds a free dumpling to my order. "I gwan keep yew nice and fat ya sweet gyal." I flash him a smile and pay him. I can't wait to get home. I find a corner in the eating area, take a deep breath and dig in. After eight minutes, I look at the empty container and look around to see if there are any witnesses to my crime of sucking down about a pound of escovich fish, rice & peas, plaintain and fried dumpling.

I get in my car and head for home. Big Dick Munchkin creeps back to invade my thoughts.
I can't stop thinking of him. He's the only dependable booty call I have in my stable, but I've been avoiding his calls due to his lack of condom use, but I can't stop thinking about him...Well, not him, his dick and when I mean dick, I mean DICK. I used to tell him that he mistaken the dick line for the hieght line and stood in it twice. I miss his tricks. He would eat me out until I came and would immediately jam his dick in while I was still having my orgasm convulsions....That's the best feeling EVER. I told him I wouldn't see him until he starts using condoms again. I need to be strong. I need to stand my ground. I need a Rice Krispie treat.

In my horny slump, I turn to junk food for comfort. My job gets donated food from companies to give our clients. Last Thursday, we got in boxes of Rice Krispie treats. The lovely gooey, marshmellowy treat. The food storage closet is located at the opposite end of the hall from my office. When I get restless, I walk the 43 steps to the food closet, grab about three treats and go to my office. I have trails of blue foil on my computer desk, my office desk,the floor and it's even spilling from my trash can. It's only Wednesday and I think I've eaten about 20 treats already. The sugar gives me a rush and I have so much energy. I'm a crack head.....in sugar form. It releases the same brain juice that triggers happiness and contentment. It's like sex formed in a pillow of crispy rice, marshmellows, sugar and preservatives.....mmmmmmmmmm.

Maybe I'll call him and see if he'll budge. I'm going through dick withdrawal. My last encounter (sexual chocolate post) doesn't count. He only lasted for three minutes. The last time I had a minute man, I had to finish the job myself. I had no shame. I did it right in front of him so he could see a female cum. I'm sure his quick- cumming ass never seen it before. But I'm getting off track...

Fuck him. I have a feeling if I clean my stable clean, then I'll get in a flood of new meat. Maybe I should do that. This will of course mean lack of sex, which will cause an increase in masturbating nights and Lexington Steele's stock. Well, at least I'll have good orgasms. Of course this will also mean an influx in my consumption of Rice Krispie treats. I'm going to take a risk and clean out my stable. Clean slate. I'm listening to my launch radio station and Ornette's, "Lonely Woman" is playng. (In Mo' Better Blues, remember the scene when Denzel is begging Joie Lee to take him back? That's the song playing in the background. That is one of my all time favorite movies)I don't feel lonely anymore. I'm in better spirits. CHUBBY CHOCOLATE IS CLEANIN' HOUSE! I have a good feeling about this.....