“You’re so fucking hot, and I fucking want you so bad!” Enya Saari said.
“Lately I’ve been reading your poetry a lot, and it makes me so fucking wet!
I even get myself off reading it sometimes.
I want to see what you look and sound like when you cum.
I want you to cum to me cumming.
When this fucking pandemic ends
I want to give you the hottest fucking head
in my bed, and then on my couch.”
I told her “I want your pussy in my mouth.
“My cunt,” she said. “I like
calling it my cunt. Yeah? You want my fucking
cunt in your mouth?”
“I’ve been fucking dreaming about it
“How much do you love jacking off to my videos?” she asked.
“Heaven on Earth, so to speak, but I want you for real, instead.”
“I want to take you to your first orgy. That’s
Heaven on Earth,
a sort of church,
just don’t get addicted,
or it loses its worth.”
“I’d be so nervous. What if I couldn’t keep it up?”
“So what? Worse comes to worse you just observe.
It’s not a fucking rumble, hun. Everyone wants everyone
to have fun, make love, cum…plus…I’ll be your guide,
and stick by your side the whole night. I’ll teach you
how to feel less uptight, I’ll teach you how to fuck
with extra might, how to stop yourself right before you cum,
and I’ll teach you how to get it hard again so you can fuck more.
All the women will adore you. I’m fucking sure of it!”
“You’re very generous and sweet,” I told Enya.
“Well, I love the way you listen to me when I keep talking and talking.
Our relationship is very symbiotic. And erotic,” she said, biting her lip a little bit.
“Will you write poetry about it? Our relationship? Our orgies?”
“Of course!” I said. “Erotic 21st century poetry for the horny reader!”