”“Look at you, so bright and sunny. What happened, did you dream about a squirrel?”“Huh?”“Yeah, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. I dreamed ab...ut a sloth last night so it takes all I have in me not to just curl up in the corner and sleep the rest of the day.”“And what happens if you dream about an aardvark?”“I wouldn’t know. Why, do you do that often?”“No, just platypuses.”“Ooh, exotic.”“Why did you dream about a sloth?”“Why not?”“There are lots of other animals.”“True. Luck of the draw, I. She wanted me to be correctly informed. I love my mother.My favorite way to fuck Drake is to get him seated on my chair, but not my rolling desk chair, on a towel. I then spend a few minutes teasing him doing a striptease to something along the lines of “Baby you can keep your hat on.” A lapdance accompanies this striptease with a little cock sucking tossed in.By the time I’m down to my birthday suit, his cock is slick with my spit, and my pussy is drooling from anticipation. I then take hold. Humans are naught but bundles of reflex arcs, stimulus-driven machines, incapable of original thought, much less creation. We're the ones who write the story; we're the true authors and creators. Only out of pity do we let the human hunched over at the desk with hands curled over the keyboard attach her name to the words. There's also, of course, the unfortunate circumstance that pens and typewriters can't legally collect royalties.My last "owner" was so excited when she finally broke down and. Crawling across the sheets, I slowly drew closer to her moist red triangle and the puffy wet lips beneath. Marveling at the beauty of her aroused sex, I inhaled deeply, savoring her musky aroma. As Kathy squirmed lustfully, I tentatively stuck out my tongue and tasted her wet labia. I never in a million years would have thought to find myself in this position, but with my inhibitions gone, I was filled with lustful curiosity. Surrendering completely to desire, I pushed my face into her soft,.