Sabrina's Sperm Machine
by Daniel Guy Michelle slips off her cute black leather jacket and drops it onto the white leather sofa in Sabrina’s smart new apartment. As she begins to cast her envious eyes around, Sabrina stands at the entrance to her kitchen and asks, ‘Would you like milk in your coffee?’ ‘No thanks,’ says Michelle, ‘I’m off milk these days.’ ‘How about a dash of sperm?’ ‘What?’ Michelle looks aghast. Sabrina smiles. ‘Yes. It’s very nice in a strong expresso.’ Michelle laughs. ‘You’re joking…’ ‘Not at all! You want to try it? It’s also very good for the skin. I got bored trying to obtain decent sperm from the kind of men I usually hang out with, so in the end I bought a machine. Makes life so much easier…’ ‘Really? A machine that serves up real sperm?’ ‘Yes,’ says Sabrina. ’Impossible!’ ‘You want to see it? ’Come with me. I’ll show you.’ So Michelle follows Sabrina into the kitchen and there in the corner, next to the freezer stands her new sperm dispe