Vietnam Napalm Strikes weren’t all bad
People always go on about how horrible the use of napalm is in war-time, but frankly, I don’t know what the fuss is about.
My Ma was a working girl in the brothels of Saigon during the war, as were most girls of her generation. She was a hard worker and had plenty of GIs who were big fans of her unique pelvic floor, it could pop a cock from twenty paces!
Being a prostitute has many hidden benefits, you might not get a pension and health-plan, but a good whore will have men of all sorts at her beck and call, preferably men of power, influence, or, at the very least, able to give you a hand when needs must.
My Ma was one of those whores. She was out on a picnic with a couple of her favourite clients one day for an al fresco gangbang. They had lunch and then got down to some hardcore fucking. Just as they were about to go for some aural double penetration, they heard the sound of planes overhead.
Like a shot, the General nipped back to his jeep and got some protective clothing for them all. Before the first bomb dropped, they were suited, booted and ready to get back to the matter in hand.
Drip-drip-drop little napalm showers!
My Ma described it as the best sex she’d ever had, multiple orgasms shaking her body, her screams echoing around the valley for hours afterwards. That’s some praise from a woman as experienced as Mummy Corin.
It makes me kind of sad that we live in such peaceful times. I fear I’ll never get to feel the rush of some napalm nookie.
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