Sexual intercourse wherein one partner is positioned behind the other (i.e., "
doggy style"), during which one or both partners are exceptionally high on hallucinogens, or at least have
particularly good imaginations.
Boredom is the mother of innovation.
At this point, what wasn't stale for us was probably
physically impossible, or at least would cost my
security deposit. I'd fucked with him from above, below, front and behind. In harnesses, in costumes, strap-ons, and blinds. But today, today was special. We watched
How to Train your Dragon, Reign of Fire, and left a demo of Panzer Dragoon playing on the screen, and we each demolished an eighth after picking up shrooms from our source uptown. I put him behind me to start the night's sexcapades, but suddenly in a blink we weren't burnouts fucking like dogs in a shitty apartment. I was a beautiful, winged beast, with claws like great curved swords, with tits like two zeppelins, and he was a rider, young and full of wanderlust, and together we were possessed of that ancient thrill, dragon riding. Off we flew, sexing past enemy fire through the defenses of the Dick Empire to claim the ancient artifact, Sexcalibur, for ourselves.
