God promises things you can't grasp. I promise to squeeze your nipples in my teeth until you come. That you grasp. Your faith is materialistic. You're not surprised? I knew I could count on you to be truthful.
God is no competition for your thighs, I'm sorry, squeeze me, yes. Do I think that Jupiter harbors life? Huge, dense, gaseous beings feeding on methane vapors? Are you kidding me? Let me put my nose down in your pussy. That I believe in. Screw the planets!
You wanted a penis when you were a little girl? It was just a phase? How perfectly Freudian! Here, have mine. It's too big, I know-- be patient. Did you hear the one about, ooh! do that again! I mean about the woman who went to a therapist because her concern with her bowels prevented orgasm? Yes! She came to come but instead she went!
When I grab your thighs from behind and press my fingers up around your anus, does it feel good? Yes, yes, I will. How's that? Wonderful! I'm a horse not a man, a horse not a man! I'm a horse not a man! Yes! Uumph! Yeow! Ahhhhhhhhhhhrrr......
Big gobs, yes, could you feel me mmp ahh pulsing inside you? You came when? I thought we 'd come together! Maybe next time. Cop a "golden fleece." Practice makes perfect. Yeah, I try not to get hung up on orgasms, either. It's the play I love.
Originally published November 2007: Lust