@Gargamel,
Gargamel wrote:
Mr. Throbber, allow me to enlighten you.
<extinguishes cigar, rises from divan, adjusts sleeves of smoking jacket, moves across the parlor to the window overlooking the English garden>
Woman is like a violin. Sex, a symphony. We start pianissimo (or should I say penisimo--high five!), gently manipulating her strings such that her whole body vibrates and she begins to make the most beautiful noise. We crescendo and decrescendo from movement to movement, though incrementally approaching the thundering exstasy of fortissimo. The bow dances upon the strings, an entire universe of love unfurling around us. Until finally, silencio. And gently you lay her back in her case.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must go masturbate.
Enlightening and inspiring as usual Garg. You never fail me. Thank you. For your literary enjoyment....
A pianist, while playing in Rio
Was seducing a lady named Cleo
As he pulled down her panties
She "No Andantes"
I want this "Allegro con Brio"
People at our level of culture must by necessity engage in a constant and flowing exchange of niceties.
