The Clit Boner

Long Live The New Flesh

 

            She stood there letting the rain drip off her lips and onto her body with an elegance reserved for animals in heat. She kissed you as she pulled your shirt collar into her and whispered slowly into your ear, “I need you”.

            Boner. Men and women have a pretty quality understanding of how to make this happen. Men know what they want, and most women understand that we want them. However, there is a phenomenon unique to women, a kind of animalistic arousal of more than their fancy lady parts. For your consideration I would like to present to you:

 

The Clit Boner.

 

Now I have observed the Clit Boner in many a circumstance. It is not as simple as, “wow that shit is hot” or “that guy/girl turns me on”. It is more about a sexual activation, an allowance of sexuality. The majority of Clit Boners I have observed have been in the vicinity of a dance floor. It starts with a song, like for instance Hillary Duff’s “Reach Out”, and its all pitched tents from there. Women will feel this overwhelming urge not just to dance, but to borderline fuck in public. It isn’t just shitty pop music, can be any song dealing with a women and her sexual necessity. Her overwhelming desire not to make love or be saved, but to get fucked. Madonna has this shit down to a science, her songs will make most middle aged house wives feen for fucking like her lack of dick may possibly cause death. The Clit Boner is a beautiful and magical thing. So next time you are out and you hear a song that makes all the women in the room dry hump like it’s the new black, take note, you are in the presence of the Clit Boner.

 

Get Fucked.

–dvr