For The Love of Goat
Disclaimer: Remember that this is fiction. It may be in first-person, but I would never...
It was a warm Sunday morning in April. I woke up and looked out the window, and I saw him. His white coat with some black overtones was definitely to my liking. His horns, elongated with a slight curve, mesmerized me. I dressed as quickly as I possibly could. I donned a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt, and a black shirt with buttons. There was something intriguing about this beautiful creature, and I just had to see him. As I opened the front door, I noticed that he was right there waiting for me. I could see it in his eyes. He wanted me and knew I wanted him. Closing the door behind me, I walked up to him and gentle stroked the top of his head. To my knees I descended, looking into his eyes and seeing the beauty of his soul.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked.
“You… you can talk?” I asked. I was flabbergasted. I had never heard of a talking goat. This was the most amazing moment of my life.
“Of course I can talk,” he replied and rolled his eyes at me. “My name is CJ.”
“This is… wow, I can’t believe it.”
“You really need to get out more,” he said with a chuckle.
“I’ll go anywhere as long as it is with you.” I started stroking his back. His snout pressed towards my lips. His kiss was anything but subtle, as his tongue found its way into my hungry mouth.
In an attempt to catch my breath, I pulled away. “Stand up,” he said. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”
