Can I just say: the anticipation of writing this post was so intense, so tantalizing, that I wrote it prior the rest of my penis series… words busted out and rushed through me like water from a dam. Normally I couldn’t sell ice to an Eskimo, but this ‘architect’ is ready to share why this ‘building’ is divine.
Dreamy sigh…
If I were to place a thin cotton sticker on your shoulder and tell you it was special, that by pushing that ‘button’ you would experience pleasure like no other, would you push it?
“Can I keep it??” You’d say. “Oh yes, of course you may!” I’d assure.
“It will work if I push it?” You’d ask skeptically. I’d look confidently in your eyes and say, “Push away, little one…”
By pressing this button, genuine euphoria would wash over every cell in your body. Before feeling like you’ve been sweetly sedated with a blissful high, you’d be lecherous with pure carnal want. A want so thick that for merely a split second, you teeter the line between bliss and insanity. Lust would bubble up from inside of you, so deep it doesn’t originate from the front of your body or your back. Gusts of pleasure would swirl inside your body, finding the first available outlet, thus travelling through your mouth in primal groans. Hmmm…
Wouldn’t that be something?
Guess what?
You have one. It’s in your VAGINA!
Two words, chickies…. g and spot! Although my “G Hunt” blog is scheduled for another date, despite what some of you may or may not believe, the g-spot is there and it is abso-freakin-fabulous.
As an imaginary-scientist-of-sex-and-other-stuff, I am well versed that the universe is full of naturally occurring scientific reactions. When baking soda hits vinegar it explodes. When sunlight hits chlorophyl it feeds. Praise the Gods and all things sexy; when you touch penis to g-spot, the heavens open up.
As marvelous as our g-sista is, without cock, she’s as incomplete as salt without pepper. Sure, there ARE other means to address her… but why put sweetener in your coffee when you can have sugar!
What makes this ‘building’ so special? Because built in its bricks and mortar, carefully crafted amongst soffits and fascia, is the key. It’s flint. And when you strike a flint next to a soft thin ‘sticker of cotton’, a fire ignites. The absence of the flint OR the sticker would foster dormancy. Together they are reactive… sinfully, deliciously reactive.
You ask me “Hey Naked… why a lover of cock?”
I ask you “With the exception of drugs, name one other thing that can kindle my sticker?”