Orgasms are like fool's gold.
You want it, you like it, it's shiny and pretty. You're pretty sure it's worth something, too. You work towards it with every fiber of your being. When you get that special someone in bed you work her over real quick and go in for the kill.. Your instincts insist upon it. But it's not pretty; it's not worth anything. It's anticlimactic in the ultimate sense of the word. You get there and discover it's a dead-end road. It's like a box of chocolates with one piece too few; like running a marathon in two seconds: none of the satisfaction of having stuck to it... no pain for pleasure. I mean hell, it only took two seconds. Where is the multiple orgasm for the rest of us? It's like middle class: all the promise but none of the follow through. Taxes up the ass and not even a reach-around. White picket fences be damned! Middle America, we are poor.
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