My pen bleeds clear ink.
Celibacy is bullshit. Mental masturbation does not satisfy.
I need to be mind fucked.
I need some type of cerebral foreplay. Tickle the mischievous crevices of my mind’s inner workings. Kiss, lick, suck, and touch places others do not bother to explore. Tease and stimulate the left and right side of my brain equally.
Sex is never to be rushed. Delve into the pulsating center of my mind’s being. Long hard strokes of intelligent conversations. Drive me crazy and hit the hidden g-spot of my creativity.
Finish with an out of body feeling so I can ejaculate greatness.