Lesions are frightening. Indulgence appears from the wings to assert its relevance. It seems that red meat sex is as simple as griddlered store bought ribeyes and the doggies get prone with the bone. So if this is the optimized environment, why the added decadence? Going with "when you're on the threshold of eternity, it's a deserved freedom to fuck with the food pyramid". Crissakes - there was just an air hose in my anus and someone somewhere wants me to feel the fear of the steer who was about to be sacrificed just so I'd think twice before enjoying the flavor when I chew each juicy sliver. Take a knee, oracle.

Time to go over the been done philosophy. Going to extremes to get that sought after pleasure gets tabled when it's been already done before and the length and effort is no longer worthwhile. Taking the KISS route finds you digesting on the loveseat looking out at the tropical splendor with her silhouetted in the foreground and the same result is attained.

Feeling this good is so heartfelt and appreciated. Tomorrow could be a WTF day but today isn't. TYSJ.