/lit/ - Literature

>>11859951
Alan Watts - "I'm an entertainer"

>Now, I want to make matters perfectly clear, come midnight you are to to relieve your duties and assist me at my father's bedpost, he's off to greece for the weekend so pay no mind to any anxieties that flare up during what I'm sure will be a fiery venture of mind and body. I am most serious anon, I not just want you to serenade me I want to be wanted more than any material possesion in your keep. I am fully aware of how seldom money befalls you though insist on our matters being kept strictly frugal - I would be most pleased to explore any fetishes concerned with our carnal pleasures. I'm asking to be fucked. Please don't dissapoint me another night, this is an open invite, any man goes so they say. I shall be waiting up for you dear anon, and for this insist you come with haste. All further cumming must be deliberated mind. But I'm sure you know the best men keep lidded till required. Ah, I digress, godspeed anon, my furtive love x
>Yours, Amelia (of our good graces)

With eyes demure you gingerly advance,
Your hot-pink rocket stirs beneath the fur.
With trembling hands, I quickly drop my pants
And kneel to take the mounting of my cur.

My pucker'd rosebud, pulsing with delight
You sniff and lick, and with a feral growl
Pounce firmly 'pon my back with canine might,
and with surfeit of joy I scream! I howl!

Your stiffen'd meat my sphincter penetrates
and with each thrust it cleaves my colon wide,
as, sweat-bedewed and crying I await
your frothy spunk to paint my fleshy hide

With shudd'ring frame you come; I can't, I've found.
Dear Fudge, a dog can't give a reach-around.

>>10946847
>no one is proselytizing you
>think of the Buddha as a doctor
what is a doctor but someone who knows better than you: on how to live, how to heal oneself, or the answers to existential questions

>You have the doctor's guidelines. Try it or don't.
shame and guilt are bad, anon. you should not generate these things in others. i recommend ten hail marys a couple our fathers and a glory be

you just can't compete, losers. put your ripply pseudo-women away.