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I have an appointment scheduled for me at a bordello called, Bedaubing. After my engrossing dunk, I prepare myself lavishly in the shower, swirling with a deep cleaning shower puff a rich aromatic clean lathering frothy shell shapes along with each crescent of my tight butts, rounding off with a sturdy scuff up the fracture. I after that scoop the puff either side of my drenched testicles and with my left hand I flatter my dandy penis, dealing out flushes of clumped white bubbles to the rolling water below as they evacuate through the plug openings, as if on the run from some lately dedicated grime.

Peering southwards towards my cock via the seams of air stitched across a hood of humbling water, I wonder about its character. If I were to use one to it, I would certainly state that it were a dropped aristocrat. Throughout those moments when it engages in absent-mindednesses of past finery, its coat pulled in limited, its head cocked in blushed self-respect, the stories it can tell! Such as the calmly composed Indian virgin that, after being asked if she wishes to do ‘doggy,’ replied, “Exactly what’s that?” “Y’ recognize, from behind?” and also he was all for offering this twenty-one years of age novice a lesson or 2. Or the dopey eyed Oboist that, when faced with the superordinary phallusman strung ’round the rampart hips prior to it had worn its protection, sobbed, “I do not intend to make children.” During times when it must go back to the field again, it bends to the beckoning womanly kiss, sweeping in and out of her nest, pothering the pink inside until the white flags of pleasant surrender come waving out. I believed at one phase, after listening to that men commonly name their penises, of enabling mine to have a womanly sex. Mine can be a Sally; after that I could hum, “Trip, Sally, Trip,” during sex. Or Maryanne, as well as therefore it would be called, “So Lengthy, Maryanne.” This naming process always seemed ludicrous to me. One woman I recognized had actually called her ex-boyfriend’s penis, Arthur, which might summarize pictures of either Excalibur or a rather shoddy brownish dressing gown.

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