The urge hit like a driverless freight train; I had to have it now. Not tomorrow. Not later tonight. Now. I rushed into the kitchen, driven and focused. I found the last package of Orville Redenbachers’s movie theatre flavoured microwave popcorn. Pristinely sealed, she was on the shelf where she was left and neglected after the last shopping trip.
My hands shook with anticipation as I worked to remove her coverings. I was working too slowly so she instructed me very clearly, as though written directly upon her in block letters, to rip her clothing off in whatever manner I saw fit. Heeding those words her plastic attire gave way immediately to my diligent persistence and was left in tatters on the kitchen counter.
Without skipping a beat, I opened the microwave and placed my princess inside, opening her up and laying her down perfectly flat and slightly off center to take advantage of the eccentric rotation. I had to be patient, eager of what awaited me only moments from now, for the next few minutes was about her not me. Closing the door my hands fumbled with the controls. Clumsily, I pawed at the keypad, lost in the moment, I could not find the button fast enough. After an awkward moment that seemed to last an eternity the microwave was set for ten minutes. I knew that was too long; with my lustful preparation she would explode far sooner.
I watched lasciviously as she went round and round. Two minutes turned to three and she couldn’t resist anymore: she started to crack. Slowly at first. A pop here. A snap there. Then it got faster and faster until she made so much noise it filled the kitchen. The window steamed quickly and she was shaking and quivering with each pop. Finally, she crescendoed and slowly reduced to two to three seconds between convulsions. Thats when I knew it was time to swoop in and pick her up.
Opening the door she was scorching to the touch and had to be handled at the fringes; direct contact was very risky. I knew she was done and needed to relax. Speedily I found a bowl and using the edges only I quickly removed her final garments, letting her sprawl out into the bowl in sweet buttery contentment.