I Would Fuck Your Big Tanned Ass Every Day

We were standing on the shore of a lake with clear, blue waters, and on the beach around it were a host of sleeping animals. It was like a milky screen, letting light through, but no image. It grabbed him by a front paw and tried to drag him into the lake. It was like a milky screen, letting light through, but no image. I walked hopefully toward it. “Hey, hold on,” I snapped at my gorgeous dream. It said something along the lines that nature often doesn’t know – through its random genetic mutations – how to choose the true masters of a planet. With the lion snarling at our feet, only her and her – otherwise quite appetizing – curves didn’t burn me anymore. With the slight difference that I was not Noah, the helmsman of the Ark, but a mere animal. Some were beginning to fall asleep, others were already moving and trying to get to their feet. Fat chance: women, the coarser their hair, the more insensitive they are – I found myself formulating one of the maxims I’d forget once I’d gotten over a hangover. My name is Paul…”

“Me, Laura,” she said. Beneath me – as under the lion, for that matter – was golden sand, and when I looked up, a few meters away from us