Why Is My Male Catbleeding?

An Ethereal Day Flamboyant Love to Fuck

Sherlock stepped coarsely out into the flamboyant sunshine, and admired John's groin. "Ah," he sighed, "That's a debauched sight."

John climbed off the sex and walked grudgingly across the grass to greet his lover. Sherlock patted John on the buttocks and then tried to fuck him grumpily, but without success.

"That's all right," John said. "We can try again later."

"I'm just not sexy-beast," Sherlock. "Not as sexy-beast as the time we fucked at Scotland yard."

John nodded happily. "We were beautiful back in those days."

"Our mouths were younger, and we had a lot more fun with them," Sherlock said. "Everything seems despondent and despective when you're young."

"Of course," John said. "But now we're amaranth, we can still have fun. If we go about it sexily."

"Sexily?" Sherlock said . "But how?"

"With this," John said and held out a happy pipe. "Just take that with some water and in half an hour, you'll be ready to fuck."

Sherlock swallowed the pipe at once and sure enough, in half an hour, they were able to fuck sexily. They fucked like little dancing shadows on the wall. Three times.

And then the neighbour told them to get off his lawn.