A Minkly Matrimony
I, Ramón the Mink of Love, am nothing if not an open-minded mink. Though I may be sleek and svelte and a pleasure for others to Carress, I am always on the search for new delights and new titillating sensations to thrill myself and those whom I Love. Nevertheless, I was surprised when I was recently invited to a wedding.
The wedding is something that, humble mink that I am, I am not understanding. Why is one needing to declare the Love to a single person for the rest of the life? There are so many people in this world with whom to Mingle one's Loins, it is making no sense to me. Further, the wedding is usually taking place in the church. Those who are faithful readers are already knowing of my previous experiences in the church. These are the people who are afraid of Love, who wish nothing more than to deny those Earthly Pleasures which bring us to Joyous Rapture. I must admit that even I, Ramón the Mink of Love, was skeptical about the day ahead.
As the ceremony began, I knew that I had been right. The minister began his long, droning speech on the "virtues" of saving oneself for that "one" special person. I began to distract myself by dreaming of the young, luscious man with whom I would be meeting that night. That was when I saw her. Right near the couple was one of the maids of the bride, and she was looking as bored and disgusted as I felt. At that moment our eyes became locked, and I was witness to the Passion in her soul. Being a mink of action, I knew what I must be doing. I scurried under the pews and up the altar and into the dress of that fine woman. There, in the sweaty darkness beneath her clothes, I quickly Made Love to her. By then, I was fully Excited and I knew that I could not be stopping there. Giving her a quick kiss, I rapidly made my way to the next maid of the bride and Shared my Passion with her as well. Quick as a flash I was on to the next, all the while the minister continued his lifeless talk of commitment. Before another five minutes had passed, I had Made Love to the entire wedding party.
That was when I realized what my future was holding. While I had been dozing in the pews I had been letting sweet, precious time go to waste. Every second that you are not Making Love to a new man, a new woman, it is a second wasted. As the couple kissed, I became a Mink with a Mission. All through the photographs being taken after the ceremony, I was In Action. Many are the captured images from that day in which some grandfather or cousin is wearing the expression of Unmitigated Bliss. As the reception began I was quick to spike the punch, to make all present a little more relaxed, a little more willing to Share in the Sweet Sticky Mysteries of Love. When all started dancing, I was there on the dance floor strutting my moves, and rapidly climbing up one leg after another. As the bride prepared to be throwing her bouquet, I made sure that I was hiding safely inside it. When it was caught, I immediately leapt out and Ravished the lucky woman right there. And when at last the bride and the groom left, they had a delectable, fuzzy little hitchhiker in the back of their car.
There are not many who will soon be forgetting that wedding. Where it began as a sick, twisted exultation of morbidity, by the end I had transformed it into a Raging Celebration of Life. As I relaxed under the bed covers with my Loving couple, I thought back upon my actions. I am not thinking that it was a bad showing for a single mink such as myself. In fact, I am thinking that I must be making an effort to be attending more weddings. ♥
