Last night, I was alone, played with it and found it dripping wet.

I slide my finger deep within your crevices, slowly filling every inch of your existence. I close my eyes, feeling the wetness as your sweet juice run down my fingers, dripping with your warm, thick fluid.

I stop. I twist my finger and find your sweet spot.

"Crap, you're tight."

Thumb goes in. Slowly but surely, my finger slithers all the way in. You react with a burst of fluid coming out from God-knows-where. A tear drops from my eye.

All of a sudden, I'm in ecstasy. Both of us. Reaching farther, I flick my finger as you gyrate and succumb to the intruder causing you unparalleled satisfaction.

My finger finally finds it.

Yes. Slowly, I play with it and without a moments notice, out comes my booger.

Don’t we just all hate having sinusitis?

[NOTE] The blogger was all by himself last night and is currently down with a severe case of sinusitis. Symptoms include forming/molding animals or just about anything with his booger. Any medication will most likely cure his sinusitis but artsy delusions will most likely remain.