I feel it, rumbling in my stomach, slowly crawling down my small intestine, entering my large intestine and then rushing for the exit. I hurry. Fast like the wind and with haste of a hungry tiger I run towards my throne, removing the cloth which covers my reproductive organs on the go. SMACK. My innocent, pure but yet mortal flesh makes contact with the cold, yet strangely conforming plastic. It is my seat. Molded by my behind over the years, it fits perfectly. I could imagine no other. And then it happens. I go inside myself, aligning my ying and my yang, pushing with the force of a thousand erupting volcanoes, sweat drops forming on my forehead. PLOP. I sigh in relief, knowing that I did something good, something beneficial to my body. Still shaking and in ecstasis, I begin wiping my behind with nothing but the best toilet paper available to mankind. I stand up from my throne and shut the door behind me. Relaxed, yet knowing that this won't be my last visit to this magical place.

At night I click on your profile. Oh the excitement, it fills the air. With one hand under the covers, the other firmly placed on my nipple I begin. Working on my throbbing penis to the thought of your chiseled masculine body, wrestling me into the ground. You overpower me and punish my weak body, oh my boipussy you have conquered.
And then I squirt with the force of a thousand elephants, with the sound of a thousand screaming children and the might of a titan. Thus my fantasy ends, and I clean up and sleep, cuddling my pillow with a picture of you on it. Sweet dreams my prince, I say, kissing you tenderly.