Kandi is making love to Marshall. He’s soaking up all that ecstasy like bread through a bowl of clam chowder. Reveling in life’s finest moment, he grabs her ass with both hands as the climax builds. The tectonic plates have been grinding for millions of millennia contained within one moment; the smoking volcano nearing eruption.
Every muscle flexed; every nerve tingling; every hair standing erect; every pore seeping sweat; each breath rattling like it was his last. Marshall loses himself within that spiritual conflation with the Goddess. Time halts…
Not inconsequentially, a bubble of torrential humor squeaks into existence within the bottom of his mind. Thoughts expand within this bubble: “Here you are, m’boy! This is the apex of life! You’ve got a hot naked chic straddling you and humping your cock! What else, in the carnal sense, could a man ask for?
You’ve spent hours, days, weeks, months yearning and fantasizing of this moment! How about all those lonely nights where the closest you reached to sex is puffing on a churchill cigar while feeling raunchy from Madame Cuervo?
You’ve invested an eternity of small talk, deep talk, casual touching, dating, dancing, dining, formals, proms, bowling, wining, beering, tailgating, gifting, and composing cheesy love letters all for this lustful dearth! All those narcissistically drunken evenings of strategizing with the opposite of the opposite sex focused to this final climax!
How about all those excruciating hours you spent carving your body to contribute to your attractiveness? Hours upon compulsive hours of pushups, sit-ups, and curls! Marathons of marathons sprinting over asphalt, mud, and dead grass! Spoonfuls of gag-inducing protein powder!
Our Creator blessed you with this body! That Cosmic Being was fortuitous enough to grant you a fleshy protuberance! This sacred phallus remains as useless as your appendix for pretty much your entire life, except now! Now is the overly anticipated moment where that podgy shaft is put to use, pleasuring both you and Kandi! Work that surly bulge! Make her squirm and moan and scream for Eden’s Nirvana!
You spend most of your life either in lethargic malaise or panically pumped with adrenaline! You’re obsessed with wrestling the imaginary lion in your cubicle! But now, now you feel ALIVE! You couldn’t be more awake! This is ultimate transcendent stimulation, the finest drug known to human consciousness!
This is the apex of life! All your organic trivialities boil down to this venerable event! All those hours, days, weeks, months invested! But now you’re cashing in! Three Jackpots in a row! A straight flush! Blackjack! Ludicrously better than expected earnings! The moment has arrived to receive your just reward! You can’t lose because you’re playing with the House’s money! This next Johnny-Black-and-ginger-ale is courtesy of Life!”
As Marshall reaches his climax, the bubble bursts in his mind. Its suds scatter through his brain punching every endorphin within reach. He releases a guttural bed-shattering maniacal laugh: cracking and cumming all over. The laughter drowns the intensity of the orgasm; the explosion diminishes to a couple mild pumps. Marshall collapses on the bed, still giggling, drooling on his pillow.
Kandi sits upright, still straddling him, with a quizzical look on her face.
“And what was that all that about?” she asks.
Marshall beams, “M’lady, I couldn’t explain it if I knew.”
Every muscle flexed; every nerve tingling; every hair standing erect; every pore seeping sweat; each breath rattling like it was his last. Marshall loses himself within that spiritual conflation with the Goddess. Time halts…
Not inconsequentially, a bubble of torrential humor squeaks into existence within the bottom of his mind. Thoughts expand within this bubble: “Here you are, m’boy! This is the apex of life! You’ve got a hot naked chic straddling you and humping your cock! What else, in the carnal sense, could a man ask for?
You’ve spent hours, days, weeks, months yearning and fantasizing of this moment! How about all those lonely nights where the closest you reached to sex is puffing on a churchill cigar while feeling raunchy from Madame Cuervo?
You’ve invested an eternity of small talk, deep talk, casual touching, dating, dancing, dining, formals, proms, bowling, wining, beering, tailgating, gifting, and composing cheesy love letters all for this lustful dearth! All those narcissistically drunken evenings of strategizing with the opposite of the opposite sex focused to this final climax!
How about all those excruciating hours you spent carving your body to contribute to your attractiveness? Hours upon compulsive hours of pushups, sit-ups, and curls! Marathons of marathons sprinting over asphalt, mud, and dead grass! Spoonfuls of gag-inducing protein powder!
Our Creator blessed you with this body! That Cosmic Being was fortuitous enough to grant you a fleshy protuberance! This sacred phallus remains as useless as your appendix for pretty much your entire life, except now! Now is the overly anticipated moment where that podgy shaft is put to use, pleasuring both you and Kandi! Work that surly bulge! Make her squirm and moan and scream for Eden’s Nirvana!
You spend most of your life either in lethargic malaise or panically pumped with adrenaline! You’re obsessed with wrestling the imaginary lion in your cubicle! But now, now you feel ALIVE! You couldn’t be more awake! This is ultimate transcendent stimulation, the finest drug known to human consciousness!
This is the apex of life! All your organic trivialities boil down to this venerable event! All those hours, days, weeks, months invested! But now you’re cashing in! Three Jackpots in a row! A straight flush! Blackjack! Ludicrously better than expected earnings! The moment has arrived to receive your just reward! You can’t lose because you’re playing with the House’s money! This next Johnny-Black-and-ginger-ale is courtesy of Life!”
As Marshall reaches his climax, the bubble bursts in his mind. Its suds scatter through his brain punching every endorphin within reach. He releases a guttural bed-shattering maniacal laugh: cracking and cumming all over. The laughter drowns the intensity of the orgasm; the explosion diminishes to a couple mild pumps. Marshall collapses on the bed, still giggling, drooling on his pillow.
Kandi sits upright, still straddling him, with a quizzical look on her face.
“And what was that all that about?” she asks.
Marshall beams, “M’lady, I couldn’t explain it if I knew.”
