Eames and Arthur
Title: Arthur and Eames
Rating: R
Summary: A Shakespearean world of true love~
Author's Notes:Generated here for inceptionlulz . Much fun was had.
Enter Arthur
Eames appears above at a window
Arthur:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the cock ring, and Eames is the sharktopus.
Arise, pounding sharktopus, and enter the throbbing dildo.
See, how he leans his sac upon his tip!
O, that I were a glove upon that tip,
That I might touch that sac!
Eames:
O Arthur, Arthur! wherefore art thou Arthur?
What's in a name? That which we call a shaft
By any other name would smell as aching
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a prostitute with four teeth"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove pulsing.
Arthur:
Swain, by yonder throbbing dildo I swear
That tips on a waterbed the squirting camera--
Eames:
O, swear not by the dildo, the pumping dildo,
That ardently changes in its big orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise big.
Sweet, hard night! A thousand times hard night!
Parting is such hot sorrow,
That I shall say hard night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Arthur:
Sleep dwell upon thy sac, peace in thy tip!
Would I were sleep and peace, so hotly to rest!
steamily will I to my pounding shaft's cell,
Its help to enter, and my aching shaft to tell.
Rating: R
Summary: A Shakespearean world of true love~
Author's Notes:Generated here for inceptionlulz . Much fun was had.
Enter Arthur
Eames appears above at a window
Arthur:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the cock ring, and Eames is the sharktopus.
Arise, pounding sharktopus, and enter the throbbing dildo.
See, how he leans his sac upon his tip!
O, that I were a glove upon that tip,
That I might touch that sac!
Eames:
O Arthur, Arthur! wherefore art thou Arthur?
What's in a name? That which we call a shaft
By any other name would smell as aching
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a prostitute with four teeth"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove pulsing.
Arthur:
Swain, by yonder throbbing dildo I swear
That tips on a waterbed the squirting camera--
Eames:
O, swear not by the dildo, the pumping dildo,
That ardently changes in its big orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise big.
Sweet, hard night! A thousand times hard night!
Parting is such hot sorrow,
That I shall say hard night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Arthur:
Sleep dwell upon thy sac, peace in thy tip!
Would I were sleep and peace, so hotly to rest!
steamily will I to my pounding shaft's cell,
Its help to enter, and my aching shaft to tell.