The first time I saw Ronnie’s cock, he and Felicia were lying on an olive duvet atop a bed in Room 24 at the old Stagecoach Motel in Santa Ana. Felicia unzipped Ron’s Levis and there it was: partially erect, glistening red, obscene as the dick on a dog.
I tried to back out; Felicia insisted we continue. I remember Ron’s dick, I remember the room…everything else is a blur.
Cock without a woman isn’t sex to me, it’s Physical Education. But when there’s a female around, it’s prestidigitation. Look, his huge thing just completely disappeared! How does she manage that trick?
To lie beside a cock inside a pussy is to witness the miracle of life. To help guide a dick inside a woman’s wet is to play a role akin to creator, a breeder, one who manipulates life into existence.
Labia they were,
Everyone should have a chance
to feel them.
Felicia says meat & potatoes, I say cock & balls…one thing Ronnie has is both in spades.
Girth is more important than length: nobody likes a pencil dick. Ron’s is narrow at the base and wide at the head, like a tapered blimp. When he plunges it into my throat, I’m transformed. Masculine & feminine unite behind my uvula: I encompass legions.
(Especially with Felicia down on my own equipment while I suck.)
The question is one of relation.
A couple has one relationship, a threesome has three…foursomes manifest six different relationships at once!
Balancing six relations is complex: I prefer three. Three is the pyramid on the U.S. dollar bill. Three is a nuclear family. A romantic triangle is three; also the Trinity.
3 is the Magic Number for me.
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