It was a typical hot summer night in Florida. The breeze from the ocean provided little help, to cool one from the blistering moist heat.

People jumped in the water hoping for relief. That was where he was currently. Splashing about in the salty water cool him down. He slipped on his sandals and made his way back to his 5th floor beach front condo. He knew I was waiting for him when he returns.

He walks into the kitchen, dropping his towel in the counter. He opens the freezer and stands in front letting the cool air hit his smooth hot chest.

He lets out a moan a relief. "Aaaaaaaaaaaah"

He looks around quickly, and grabs a box from the top shelf. He opens the box where I sit waiting, wanting for his touch. Before stripping me of my covering he runs me down his chest, again he lets out a sigh of relief as my cool touch caresses his steamy skin.

"Red, my favorite!"

He rips the paper from me, I sweat as the warm kitchen air hits my sides. I waiting is almost too much for me.

His fingers grasp me tightly. He starts at the very tip, I melt as I feel his lips on me. Again, I enter his sweet mouth, but this time is different. He rolls his tongue over me, up and down. It's silkiness caused my juices to run, I try to stop, but cannot. I feel myself turning to liquid as I am assaulted, by his mouth.

He repeats this over and over, once he started there was no stopping until he conquered me. When all was said and done there was nothing left of me.

He smiles ...happy, satisfied, but most of all cool.

I am Howie's Popsicle.