Chaos Inside A Pen

  It was a loud crashing sound the deafen the whole walls of Duquesa’s residence that pique the ears once more of their neighbors who are itching that morning to spun another tale and rumors in one single fabrication just to passed time.   All pause for a while swiping their phones as they focus on the voice of Arnold Duquesa in complete rage as violent sound intermingles: this time it was the sound of shattering.   “I told you, don’t buy any more of these goddamned plants! But what did you do? Tell me what did you, Emma?” The neighbor expects a slapping sound after the fuming question just like what they saw in those tear-jerking telenovelas after the handsome hulk found out that his girlfriend is enjoying a steamy night with his supposedly loyal best friend.   However, Arnold and Emma’s heated argument doesn’t concern any third party. Or at least a human third party.   “M-Maria is getting lonely. She needs more friends, Arnold. I don’t want her to get lonely.”...

Every boy in the middle of puberty considers this as their private rite of passage. You can’t call yourself a man at all if you never douse your eyes and feast your fantasy with the voluptuous body of a woman in fancy names; no qualms about the race, the color of the skin nor the size of her breast. What matters is that she is dancing in whatever room with a man all fired up: pumping and thrusting each of the flesh to one another. Bathed in sweet sweat. Moaning as loud as they can which makes it harder for you to unable to control the urge. The more it drags on the more you get closer to the hidden pleasure of boyhood. Until it explodes. With a sigh, you will end it. Guilt be damned. Inspector Draymon recalls his first memory of pornography with awkward embarrassment. Of course, it is an open secret to anybody that boys in their teen encounter such intense curiosity about how it was done between the flowers and bees or as his friend metaphorically describe with more blat...