Tonight’s Nights Soiree with the 5th Element; The Beach Banging

With peckers in unison giving a standing ovation to the Sexed Goddess; Pikey A.K.A Anita… the question however was whose wiener would be the winner. The rat race began at about 8pm, when a partially doped dong barely managing to stand tall made its way across the garden in a desperate attempt to nab that illusive one eyed kitty cat; Anita. Who by now had the brains of every hominid present in their groins! The lions in winter had hibernated to the remote depths of their quarters at the loins, only it seemed like rather wet dwellings.
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Robin was at his flirtatious best; alas he would have to wait for his nightly dipstick. For tonight there were no queer’s, not a soulful pecker willing to part with its heterosexual preference for my dear host, only men with a singular purpose to snatch that snatch, thwart any advancements toward the cherished twat. This was a combat zone my fellow knight I amidst it; a silently sitting spectator, carefully watching learning and imbibing all explicit maneuvers (for future don’ts of course). This was nookie wisdom at its best.

Mildred amid all this lack of interest for her shapely torso draped in a purple gauzy number, wanted to retreat from the battle grounds. But not me my fellow equestrian; this was a pedagogy prospect of a life time. I was all prepared to stand my ground right to the end. And reflect upon the outcome of this battle of shafts of varied ethnicity, shapes and sizes.

My attention went on to the host for a brief second and I was confronted by the slit trophy itself an introduction followed. Robin at his composed best built a castle for me, much to Mildred’s angst, and Anita kitty Cats sizzling delight. Not before long I was in the thick of glancing swords all trained towards me, with a singular purpose at hand; Circumcision of this sudden intruding woody. I frantically and fanatically started looking for Mildred The general of all my flanks. She was the only environmentalist there worthy enough to free this Willie; regrettably she was trying to hold her own from being marauded. For now the battle heat had prevailed over the entire experienced peckers battalion desperate and frantically stiff! Wanting to steer themselves in any nook or cranny for the much needed comfort.

With a coagulated mind, I looked straight at the object of every ones ache; and blurted out an invitation to her for a walk down the beach. The Anita Kitty cat meowed and jumped at the carnivorous opportunity…. Tonight night I was almost ambushed rogered, banged and knobbed, alas never laid to rest for my Field Marshal Mildred showed up on my central flank and besieged My Mojo Mutiny!
Your ever worthy Templar