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The Popsicle

There are two things you need to know about me before I tell you this story:
1) I am bisexual, but I like to make gay jokes(about myself don't get triggered) quite often.

2) Orange Dreamsicles are my favorite kind of Popsicles. They taste very good, and look very aesthetic with their orange and white swirl.

I was eating one of those bad bois and talking to two of my sisters and our mom in the living room.

My mom was speaking, "Y'all are going to have to sort your laundry if you want to have clean clothes next week."

I internally rolled my eyes but nodded along anyway, taking a completely INNOCENT lick of my Popsicle.

My older sister, Faith, took notice and looked at me sideways. She made intentional eye contact and raised an eyebrow at me.

I scowled about to tell her to shut up, but our mom kept talking to us about doing our laundry and how we need to clean the house more. (I wasn't really listening lmao)

I sat there, content to eat my Popsicle in peace. My sister had other plans. Our mother had gotten onto a new topic, something about our church friend Ben's birthday party or whatever.

Going in for another lick(I hate myself lol), I had just put the Popsicle in my mouth.

It was then that the attack happened.

Faith hit my hand, which forced me to (put gracefully and elegantly,) deep-throat the Dreamsicle.

I learned two things that day:
1) Don't trust Faith(not that I didn't already-_-)
2) I don't really have a gag reflex, God meant for me to be a hoe aperarently.

So yeah. I deep-throated a Popsicle, and I didn't gag at all. I honestly impressed myself.

The real joke came after I pulled it out of my mouth(ew, I'm so sorry).

I'd just pulled it out, and everyone was laughing, myself included. I said something that just made everyone's laughter 10x louder. Remember how I said that I make gay jokes a lot, well..

"I WASN'T MADE FOR THIS!"

My mom fell to the ground laughing. My sisters were deceased. And I was proud of myself.

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So how was my first short story?? This is true, and it's written from my point of view... Hope you enjoyed it. Check back in three days for another chapter!

What do you want to read? Comment your vote:

-Coming Out (the story of how I came out to my dad)

Or

-Me having no impulse control(a few times that I've had zero impulse control)

See y'all in three days,
Later Paladudes✌️