Posted on: October 9th, 2010 The Ice Cube Man

By Eliyanna Kaiser

Your heels stick to the pavement. All the shit of car exhaust and dust is a solid lattice. You don’t walk; you wade, and can’t bear the heat of a match to light a damn cigarette.

You’d fuck anyone for an ice cube. So when he isn’t altogether ugly you give him a blowjob, bite on the head, and make a show of swallowing. His wallet is full of ice. Your ice.

You don’t suffer, so they can tell you fucked the ice cube man. When they lust after what melts down your thighs, you almost forget to act ashamed.

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One Response to “The Ice Cube Man”

  1. ghg Says:
    October 10th, 2010 at 1:14 am

    Quite the, erm, chilling story.

  2. ghg Says:
    October 10th, 2010 at 1:14 am

    Quite the, erm, chilling story.