Good Egg

There it stood so upright. I’d never seen such a beauty, it was a picture, brown speckled, and somehow a perfect shape. How could it stand like that, I thought, with such perfect balance, like a soldier on parade? It somehow challenged me, it was certainly too good to eat. Did it have some message, it certainly looked as if it stood for something. Hold on, it’s only and egg. I contemplated it.

It had never occurred to me before to think too deeply about an egg, well you don’t do you, and yet there’s  something about them, they are after all the beginning of life. Inside there is life. It struck me how perfect that was, life encased in a shell, ready to pop out.

Why on earth don’t humans do that, save all this problem of pregnancy and child birth, I knew from experience how painful that could be. Thinking about that I began to imagine what it would be like coming out of me. It gave me quite a thrill at the thought, hold on a minute how long have eggs been sexy. A naughty thought entered my mind, ’I’ll bet they have been used for such purposes!’  

I looked at the egg with new interest, it did remind of something I had seen in one of those sex magazines that my husband thinks I know nothing about! Men, puh, they’re pathetic, they think sex is bang, bang, wallup, let’s have a fag! Us girls want something more moving, you know gentle, but firm, with a slow work up and then a sustained finish, none of that sticky stuff at the end!

I looked at the egg with more interest, and even naughtier thought occurred to me, something my husband had said when he was bragging about his army days - ‘Suck it in and spit it out,’ I think it was - I looked at the egg again - now there‘s an idea! I picked it up, my God it was still warm!

I slipped my hand round it and fondled it - my mind spun; hard, firm, brown and speckled, what more could a girl want. I clenched my thighs together as I imagined it being put to good use, with me in control for a change when my husband came in - ’ Are you going to eat that egg or strangle it?’ If only he knew!