Impossible Motel Room 5B
You lie naked on a motel bed covered with stuffed animals, and I sit in a chair watching you. With legs splayed, you select one of the stuffed animals and masturbate with it. I try to tell you how beautiful you look when doing so, but from my open mouth spills cotton, synthetic fiber, and shredded polyurethane. This is how I know you are my lover you say, because your animal insides have been with me since childhood. I am pleased. You are pleased. The stuffed animals are pleased.