mbeswick

There's a cat that lives across the road. His name is Elvis and he sits on the sill 15 feet above the ground. I wave at him sometimes. He doesn't wave back. Sometimes I think to myself "Is he really Elvis?".

Look at you standing there you magnificent beast, mighty cock of mine. Red raw, ferocious, ready to strike hard and with sweating vigour. Blood coursing through your central pipe, throbbing head, drooling with slime and cock spittle.