The pursuit of joy is a noble cause. It raises us above the beasts, if only for the reason that we also experience hurt. Joy takes many forms, and on this page, are our hearts... sometimes hurting, often healing, always beating.
I have already exploded ... but seeking that last drop from the tip of my shaft, still shuddering... You tongue dips down to where That shaft still swells, engorged and tender... point glistening You ask me how it feels... "What is it like?" Your voice rich with a vibrant and eye to eye contact "I am a lollipop" I smile -- "I feel like a sweet treat you fondle with the fingers of your mouth." -- Wayne Hauler -- copyright 1.28.05