If you're reading this; you're probably expecting my usual selected words that remove the demure off a woman like a liquefying stripper artisticly whispering the clothes off her body. Not your everyday stripper. But hey, I'm not here to do so, neither am I going to discuss my stripper experiences, no.
Ever wake up one day, feeling secluded in as many ways possible, even sexually? You wished that there would be someone, someone to go down on every desire, to surf through your heart deep like an orgasmatron? Too many lonely nights, and soon your heart starts to feel naked...it's just not right.
Some people have fantasies and wet desires, but can't share them. You wake up one day, nude and you look out your window, you'll see the world is yearning for what we most desire to evoke...the same thing you just woke up for.
Makes you wonder who made up these fucking rules. It's a cage; the world we live in, with golden bars and enough lube to jerk ourselves off for another thousand centuries. Some people are embarrased of their provocative nature and salacious desires, but don't realise that the vivacious fantasies we intoxicate ourselves under are the same, even from the past.
Did you know, Cleopatra used a box of bees as a vibrator when there was no Anthony to fuck her during those Egyptian nights. In the Victorian Era, doctors would make vibrators to treat women with hysteria (I guess God did save the Queen). Men have been jerking themselves off since the wheel was invented (disturbingly true).
Just look out your window one day, sit in a cafe, or walk in a busy street and tell me what you see?
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