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Hi, girls! Shall we get acquainted? Although you all know me perfectly well: I am Phallus! I am Penis! I am the end, the hose, the bolt, the stake, the club, and so on. And a million more epithets and comparisons. In short, I am your beloved, cherished Member! I am hard, resilient, unbending, and mighty! You'll say it's a delusion of grandeur? He-he, girls, no—it's objectivity, and if it is a delusion, just a tiny bit, and you already know perfectly well about my grandeur. Without false modesty or boasting, I'll tell you honestly: I am the one who rules this world! I am the main one, I am the boss, I am the most important organ, driving evolution and technological progress forward. Don't believe me? Naively think that at the head of everything, at the top of the biological

pyramid, is some brain or other? Come on, my dears. What can that lump of gray matter with a bunch of crooked convolutions do? What is accessible to it there, in the bone prison of the skull? You'll say it can think, dream, analyze information, generate ideas? That's right. It can even count the stars in the sky and the atoms in the Universe. And why? And for what and for whom, my cherished girls, so that I can command in this world of pleasures! Let it, the defective one, think that everything is subordinate to it, but the truth is not there at all. I'll reveal a secret: a healthy organ does not think—it acts!

I know—I know, now you'll object that it is the one that, with the help of pituitaries-hypothalamuses, releases endorphins, testosterones, estrogens, and other hormonal nonsense into the blood, which drown you in an abyss of pleasure. Well, that's true, but who, tell me, forces it to do this? Exactly. Look how this presumptuous upstart, this belch of evolution, strains to impress you, girls: bulges its eyes, flaps its ears—lopukhs, drives blood through the veins, commands muscles via nerves, huffs and puffs. Dude, why such complexities?! Not like Me! I myself penetrate, touch, reach, and deliver. Without any intermediaries, all fair and square! It is given to me to feel your warmth, depth, and softness. <a href="">erotic stories It is I who enjoys your touches, kisses, caresses. That's how it is. Remember how the "Senior Manager" immediately switches off when I raise my head. What more is there to prove? In the end, it is I who opens the doors for you to the boundless universe of love and madness, making you beautiful and desirable! I drink your juices of passion and fill you with my juices of pleasure.

I break through your barriers in the depths of your mysteries and pave the way for your dark and light desires. If only you knew how I adore the moisture and coziness of your holes, and with what pleasure I thrust in the tightness of these warm holes, seeking all those notorious G-spots and other secret zones from A to Z, and then, in gratitude for your tenderness and hospitality, fill you with my hot love. Well, do you agree with me? And with what pleasure I surrender to the power of your hands and mouths; how I glide along the curves of your bodies and caress your curves! Like a madman, I thrash in the hysteria of orgasm from the caresses of your tongues and lips, I die in the embrace of tender palms, breasts, and buttocks! And then I am reborn again and lay my head on the block of voluptuousness. Only for you and for your sake are all my efforts, actions, and desires. Remember how the lava of passion boils when we merge into one, and then explode like a volcano and fall into the abyss of madness as bright meteors! So what need is there for any other brain?! But I don't argue about it, I just know it, feel it, and do it. And as long as the Universe, set in motion by the Big Bang of orgasm, is alive, it will revolve around me and enjoy me. That's how it is. Such a simple truth. I love you, girls!

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