Instead of going to church like we always do, my roommate, my boyfriend, and I went to the doughnut shop just up the street from where I attend college.

We bought a dozen cream-filled eclairs: six vanilla, five Bavarian cream, and one mammoth chocolate-filled. We had them microwaved.

We sped back to the dorm room with the bounty. We had only just snuck past the security guard — which was hard to do, considering how many doughnuts were in our possession — when my roommate, Natalie, grabbed the chocolate eclair from the bag and bit off the end of it, licking the excess cream off her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. She handed the remainder to my boyfriend, John.

By this time, we had arrived back at the room. Before the door had even closed, John had unzipped his pants and pulled out his... Read More