Sexual Tensions

Our Little Minion

He whipped it out. No, you pervert. I'm saving that stuff for later. The minion sat on Shrek's lap speaking complete gibberish. I gazed at it, wondering where it even came from. I finally spoke up and said "what are you doing with that thing?" "You'll see." Shrek replied. "Go do you're thing boi!" Shrek hollered. The yellow jelly bean creature jumped down from Shrek's lap, and pulled a stripper pole out from its overalls.

Oddly, I was scared, yet excited to see what this disgusting little garbage hoe was about to do. He started playing the national anthem from his home country. The sound of the ICarly theme song fills my ears. The little thing Bounces it's yellow bubble butt up and down, and desperately reaches for our money. As the tiny bean is stripping, I look over Shrek to find that he has been looking at me this whole time. I'm surprised that he would rather look at me than a tiny thing stripping.

His eyes had the ability to analyze me and my thoughts. It was hot to know that he could practically read my mind. I tried to think of something sexy. So I thought of myself in boxers. His face widened with a smirk, almost seductive. Shrek put his Big ogre hand on my thigh. I put my hand on his shoulder, and then squeezed it. Was this finally the moment where we would take it farther? What did the minion have anything to do with anything? I had no answers. Nor did i want answers at the moment, because I was wrapped up in Shrek's embrace. I rubbed his hairy naked back while he was kissing my mouth. I drifted off again as i closed my eyes, but when I opened them back up I was not becoming one with Shrek, but one with the minion!

It was odd as to how I couldn't tell a kiss from Shrek and a kiss from a minion apart with my eyes closed. But, I enjoyed it. I wasn't even mad enough to stop. I just kept going with it. I quickly realized Shrek was getting dressed back into is bedazzled green suit. He left the party bus for a quick smoke. I had to stop with the minion, because he was being annoying.

Our bus driver named Gibby quickly farted on us, then kicked us off. We had finally arrived to our destination. Shrek said "welcome to my humble abode." I was surprised that we weren't in a swamp! We were in a suburban, cookie cutter kinda' neighborhood. Shrek tossed his cigarette into the bushes in his front yard. He walked so stunningly, like he ruled the world with an iron fist. I love the empowering feeling I get when I'm with him.