WHEN AND WHERE I LIVEI live in my breasts,In the nipplesAnd areolas, too,And in my cock and balls;I live in my rectum,Most of all,When I am fucked by ...ou.MASTURBATORY CELEBRANTSSome poems are too big for your head,Some too big for your cunt (or cock and ballsIf you are a man's man, instead of a girly girl).Such poems exhaust the mind and deplete the soul,But, in the ecstasy that ensues Oneness with poetry,We are the greater, not the less, blessed despite our distress;Poetry teaches us the. However, there was never any evidence. She had not been caught in the stationary cupboard or coming out of the wrong room on a business trip. At first, I thought it was a department-wide joke, being continued at her expense, but it never went away. In fact, I grew so concerned for her I eventually had a quiet word with her, strictly as part of her management team.And that led to a drink after work. And that led to…As on all ‘somethings’, we had left work at different times and travelled. She came many times because of my hard on and finally I came outside her and we hugged and slept. I woke up after two hours or so and then wore my clothes and tried to put her clothes on when she got up, half in sleep still with a heavy hangover and helped me put on her clothes.We finally woke up after another couple of hours and I said I would leave, we did not match our eyes, she said she would make some coffee, while she was doing that I told her sorry for whatever happened and that it would. She was a whitewitch, using some kind of voodoo magic on him to draw the fiery cum outof his balls. His only regret was that he had given her thesatisfaction of capitulating to her brazen desirability. He would havegotten more points in his own mind if he had walked away from her a fewhours ago without so much as a kiss. But then, look what he would havemissed! A few hours ago! Geezus christ--Davie! She was home alone--she'dbetter be! Dammit--he had allowed his own sexual craving to.