there's a funny twist to this tale, with feminism tackling ******* and *** without consent, both noble feats to tackle... the male version? becoming impregnated without consent - jeez that sounds weird - well the £110 an hour prostitutes say they check themselves for ***-related diseases regularly: and i believe them. they also require you to wear a rubber second *******, but it's just odd that you can a man, and have no say in the matter of your ****** partner being impregnated, given that your ******* is about an inch long, and when pulled back your ******* head turns purple because of the constraints, so a ****** isn't really that much of a discomfort... but still she insists... *** in me, *** in... white lies and anti-contraceptive pills... so how about strawberry... i don't mind, my ***** gagging with the ******* pulled back, but hey, ******* with ******* is so much more pleasurable than without it... i know, i have the capacity. and indeed i do like Freud, his theory of the compound Madonna-***** "complex" is true... question is, is it expressed by a woman, or by man? i'm guessing a woman since Freud covered men as Wilhelm Oedipus Rex... and i went straight down the hyphenated middle... Madonna O Madonna why are you in need to talk about ***? and the *****... get's them every time, no talk, i know why i paid for consent, she knows i paid for consent, even if she's not aroused she uses skin-cream to oil up so penetrating her won't hurt... while i'm not a universal stunner... but i still don't understand why a girl would think there's no opposite of **** / *** without consent... i.e. forcing a fatherhood on you on the sly... that's the opposite of ****... she thinks you're so perfect because she's in her teens and she just experienced the diversity of the world and boom, you're trustworthy about her promise to be on anti-contraceptive pills (she isn't), you can use a ****** because your ******* is too tight... and then you get a really bad Kafkaesque theme for the rest of your life.