by friendlyskies » Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:52 pm
Although I remain heartbroken, I am not bitter, because the love Nathan Sopke gave me - and I am not just speaking of his enormous, delicious cock - is something I will always treasure. It was always understood that we would have to share him, and though he could go eight, nine times in a day, that still meant 20 or 30 of us would have to suffer. But it was worth it! It was worth anything! My God, what woman wouldn't risk lashings, stonings, whatever cruel fatwah the jealous sheiks prescribed his devoted harem, just for a moment caressing his perfect, muscular body, or stroking his fine hair.....
I must pause for a moment, my friends......
And now I can continue. Oh, you poor man. I do not remember you Bryan J. Dyer, but I have felt your same envy radiate from great leaders, billionaires, football stars.... you are not alone in your suffering. Nor am I, in mine. Nathan Sopke. It fills me with a transcendant pleasure to simply write his name. A transexual? I laugh, softly, at such a silly assertion.... though in a way such a familiarity might explain the gentle power of his tender caresses, of his soothing words, that small gestures that could elicite a blind and untamed love in every woman who knew him.
*sigh*
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