The Throne of Cockland
It was a cold saturday morning and the trees swayed ominously in unity with the wind. The sun rose morosely yet hopefully, as leaves flew aimlessly like droplets of cum in the air. As the scene around me began to evolve, my cock grew hard and strong in an everlasting and magical bond with the natural world. The flurries of colour that washed over the northern valleys brought tears to my eyes…and my cock… it gave me a sense of understanding, of knowing that spruce forests and flowery fields could still get my fireman off to work. And there I saw her, under the clouds of tainted joy. between the great asscracks of moss and stone, where lilac water ran like diarrhoea into the ebony pools of enchanted urine. I slowly approached the strange female. …