Ah, Liberal Literature is vile. I had the unfortunate event of coming across a sex scene, in what was obviously a book for liberals to fornicate with. Don't worry I never go near Liberal reading material with out rubber gloves. I am very cautious, I don't want to be catching AID's from those nasty critters.
This is outrage I found, in their hedonist work!!!! I recommend everyone divert their eyes.
I am only posting this once, so everyone can see the outrage Satan is up to.
"Busy and alone he stepped out of his office, and entered the men’s stall with urgency. Distraughtsitting on the restroom toilet he felt himself back fire, like John Goodman’s butt after a chili cook-off. He crawled out the bathroom stall and looked in the mirror. He looked like a million dollars. Old, green, and wrinkly. He smelt bad, bad as Calvin Klein’s Obsession would smell if it were called Enema and was made from spoiled Spamburgers instead of natural floral fragrances. His gambling addiction mugged him every week. But without the bruising. Turning away, his finger, weathered and rough from years on the ranch, danced in and out of his nose like a slimy ballerina as he walked back into his office. That is when he found her.
She walked into the office like a centipede with 98 missing legs. Six feet tall, three hundred pounds, She was like a refrigerator, full of ice. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a garbage truck backing up. He knew he was in love. As he spoke to her she trembled and her dark eyes grew even darker as he moved closer to her, but she kept talking. Just like a woman. Then, as the romance between them ignited, he put her up against the nearby wall, preparing his man lance for duty he romantically said "Let me put my warm loaf in your baby oven." Oh, Jason, take me!” she panted, her breasts heaving like a college freshman on $1-a-beer night. Her nipples waving hello at him as he pulled down the cups of her bra. .He slipped into her like a naked two-year-old covered with butter running from his mother. Their passion played as a masterpiece. Any body part could be joined to any body part. Toe and tongue. Nipple and penis. Finger and the bud. Armpit and mouth. Nose and clitoris. Clavicle and gluteus maximus. The desire unleashed itself, like a colony of E. coli on room temperature Canadian beef, which triggered his orgasm, which was not juice but a demon eel thrashing...In fact he kept on and on ejaculating, there was loads of the stuff. So much that it left his man piece hurting the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall. After she left her parting words lingered heavily inside him like last night’s Taco Bell."
How do we stop this madness?