Orgasm is a peppermint.
Bet you didn't know that, heh. I'm not all that often in the mood for a peppermint, but when I am, I go get one, and enjoy it.
The tantalizing feel of mouth and tongue in my soft, dark, wet places - that's death by chocolate. That's a rich fudgy confection of cake and pudding and chocolate syrup. That's ecstatic.
The feral animal sensation of wild uninhibited thrusting is an enormous medium rare sirloin, with the juices flowing hot and savory. It's a biting, clawing abandon.
Captain Napalm is the twilight. He is the fiery but calm colors of the fading day over placid waters, as stars emerge to whisper their secrets of the universe. He is peace and wisdom and excitement.
Wlofie is midnight in silver moonlight, intoxicating breeze and song of night creatures. He is the thrill of running under starlight, falling into darkest delight. He is drama and conflict and arousal.
The Cherub is sunny day, radiant beams of life and joy. He is a leap in exultation, warm winds full of the scent of baking vegetation, the song of birds and bustle. He is fire and light and freedom.
They are passion, love, and trust. They are at once adventure and home.
My boy Boober is my little mind. He is the inside, and the moon. He draws everyone and everything in, to be in the quiet places of inner space.
My boy Moomie is my little heart. He is the world, and the sun. He turns himself inside out and releases his magic into the wild world around him.
They are swift intelligence and imagination. They are laughing and loving - and loud. I love them like that.
