Geppetto Falls Off the Wagon - Excerpt, Content Labels, Reviews & Discussion
According to Sleazy, whose foul mouth and vivid imagination had gotten him banned from all the storybooks, Snow White could take all eight dwarves in a night and still have enough energy for three rounds behind closed doors with a Rampant Rabbit. But Sleazy had been known to lie almost as much as Pinocchio; according to the woodsman, Snow White never touched those dwarves. The one thing Geppetto knew for sure was that she gave Pinocchio’s face regular and thorough workouts.
Aw fuck it, Geppetto thought. He knew the score: he was jealous. The last time he’d lubed his crankshaft, Rapunzel had been wearing a bob. And look at her now: Geppetto couldn’t help remembering the time he’d been working on the fence in the front yard and glanced in the window to spy her mounting Pinocchio. Her blond hair had cascaded over the two of them like a shifting blanket and her completely shaved snatch gleamed with dew. It was almost more than he could bear to think about. Just listening to the wooden brat reaming his way through the Fairyland phone book was the closest Geppetto’d come to a sex life in decades.