The first time they walked a giraffe through the streets of Japan people came out of their houses and stared in awe at this alien creature bobbing it’s head high over the buildings.

This was what if felt like the first time I watched her take my cock into her mouth. My eyes were wide open and all I could do was stare and tremble. Her lips were pink and full, and it was the greatest mystery in the world.

The wall I was leaning against was cold and hard but the sight of her kneeling in the hot summer air behind our quiet bar made it seem utterly unimportant.

Mysteries reveal themselves to us at odd times, and as I watched her and felt her mouth around me, I knew what it must have been like. It was majestic, beautiful, and wild, and every muscle in my body writhed in awe at the glory of it all.

From then on I called her my Darling Giraffe and I never told her why. I was young and foolish, but she was always there above me, her head floating just below the clouds.

—Guy New York

ps. I posted this over a year ago, and some lovely person just went back and “liked” it. I forgot that I liked it too, so I’m posting it again.