Fucking Black Holes

I called my friend Carolyn a non-entity today, in so far as my penis treats her the same as, say, a lovely white painted bathroom wall. It's very nice, but completely unrelated to boner-inducements.

She somehow took offense to that, I guess?

So of course I backtracked and told her I would totally fuck an entity, but then I thought, No. No I really wouldn't.

You see, I imagine an entity being a non-corporeal ball of swirly colors and goodness or maybe badness. I imagine sticking one's genitals into that would be quite awful an experience, but just logistically it would be weird.

Does it's shape now inward with the gravity of my turgid member? Or is its shell merely an event horizon beyond which my penis simply collapses into itself, lost to me for all time, though—theoretically—possibly bequeathed to some alternate universe?

However it plays out, I'm expecting to get a few extra hits this week for blog searches related to "black + girl + hole + asses."

Actually, that's my bread and butter, right there.