That's right, baby.

Other guys might have a juicy, swinging pole of man-meat between their legs, a veritable flesh-column fuckstick that can make your mouth water and your body tingle just looking at it. They, my dear, have cocks.

But me? Mmph. Let me tell you, honey.

I am a cock.

Imagine what I can do to you then.

Those other guys might strut around crowing about their kinks for being a little dominant, a touch gifted in the sack, but, well.

Let's put it this way, darling - they might be able to poke around for a bit inside you and squirt out some love spunk, but me?

I'll fertilize you. No, seriously. Not, like, put a cute lil' baby in you. But fertilize you. All of you.

It's pretty great.

And before that? Well, pardon me for getting all tantric, but it's an energy exchange, baby. Why do you think I'm up at the crack of dawn, crowing and staring out into the sun?

That's right. One-hundred-percent organic, solar-powered love machine here for you. Let's get a little Barry White on, pop a few candles, and take the scenic train to midnight climax.

Because you? You're smooth and pale and round in all the right places, baby. And me? I'm the cock of the walk.

Come.

Drop me a line.

Let's make some sexual magic.