Mar 03, 2006 01:55
Yo Yo Yo
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His climax rushed towards him with the power of a semi truck jack-knifing down a hill.
She felt the knot of ecstacy tighten within her, plunging over the cliff into starry eyed oblivion.
They convulsed around eachother like a frog hooked up to electrodes.
We melted into one another, I the wonderbread, he the cheese, our bed a hot griddle.
His manhood exploded forth with baby-seed.
Alright- so, lets talk about orgasm, shall we?
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um, yeah. So human climax is nearly impossible to write without sounding either cliche or nauseating.
Thats all I have to say.