/lit/ - Literature

>>8044931
am i the only one who fantasizes about keeping michael chabon locked in a cage while youre away at work and he writes you ancient greek slash fic then when you come home you have him read it to you from his cage and when he's done you have like a fucking twitching, throbbing hard on and toss him they key and you start to undress as he tortures his arm into the correct position to unlock his own cage and as he crawls out towards you you gently stroke your member with one hand and with the other grab a pair of electric penis clamps off a mounted rack of sex toys. with images of hermes in taking an appearance of a young man with his first beard fresh in your mind, michael chabon takes your cock in his mouth as he lovingly massages your balls and inner thighs, he then fixes the electric clamps onto the shaft of your wet, aching cock and begins playing with the remote. inconceivably powerful shocks of pleasure ripple out from your rock hard penis to the rest of your body. you begin to imagine you are lord krishna, copulating with zeus. zeus' swan asshole is electric, alive with power and energy. you imagine you are pounding away and zeus in his swan form is letting out one blood-curdling avian scream after another. you yourself begin to moan, and the volume and coarseness of your moans increase with each new shock of sensation, until eventually your lungs are bleating out a shriek so loud and coarse it draws the attention of neighbors (one of whom is a new resident attracted by the inexplicably low property values, he will eventually come around to knock on your door, and upon seeing your post-pseudocoital countenance and slovenly dress, will suddenly understand why his house was so cheap. he will mumble about making sure everything is ok, before walking away embarrassed but curious), in the same moment hot jizm erupts from your seizing member, it shoots remarkably high into the air, and the high speed camera mounted below the shelf proves this was the highest into the air you've ejaculated yet. the spurts of semen slow to a leak. you lie prone and half-conscious on the floor as michael chabon tends to duties of cleaning and editing the high-speed film. eventually you are brought to your senses by the fragrance of hot black tea. the clip of your orgasm is ready to be published to pornhub. you nod with approval as "magic mike," as you like to call him in times of playful affection, submits the content with the subtle pride of anonymous producers.