By Konstantinos Pavlopoulos
Oh mighty King, it’s an honor to be pushed, Oh! To be shoved and forced up this hill by my Master!
Your sweaty hands caressing my exterior, drenching me in your oils, making my soul shiver in submission. For you I am hard as, well, a rock.
Your chest, skin invisible behind thick fur, how strongly it propels me, thrusting me and pounding me, until I can be pounded no more. I cannot think of a life better spent than at your mercy!
Perhaps one day, this unending foreplay, this perpetual edging, will cease and we can reach the apex together.
This is very creative and funny!! Thanks for sharing.
Very clever! Nicely done!
Nice play on words – well done