I like storytelling -
Nothing tickles my taint more than a metaphorical deep throat. An allegorical tonguing and the quick lashings of symbolism by an unbridled racontur. To whip me into a lather with her erogenous language. Her prose-porn. Her curvy, fleshy ethos. Ride the mountains and valleys: smooth, bumpy, dry, and wet of her belles-lettres until I erupt and fling the splooge of irony in the face of literary lunacy and the orgasmic madness of climactic catharsis.