O strap-on, strap-on, wherefore art thou strap-on? Deny thy price, and refuse thy age restriction. Or if thou wilt not, to fair eBay, and I'll no longer be a virgin...'Tis but thy age limit that is my enemy, thou art thyself, though, not an Adult. What is Adult? It is nor ass, nor penis, nor mouth nor tongue, nor any other part belonging to a man. O have some other price. What's in an age? That which we call an adult by any other age would be as shit-filled; so strap-on would, were he not 'for adults' called, retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Strap-on doff thy age limit, and for that age which is no important part of thee, take all myself.

But soft, what rod through yonder vagina breaks? O...it is my lady, oh, it is my sir. O that she wish she were. She thrusts, yet she feels nothing; what of that? Her moans, a chorus, I will answer it. Oh, I am too bold, 'tis not to me she lusts. Two of the fairest breasts in all the towns, having some plumpness, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they sag. See how she leans her hips into the push. Oh, that I were the slave beneath that push, that I might touch and be touched by that strap on.

How cam'st thou hither, tell me, and wherefore? Thy vaginal walls are tight and hard to penetrate, and the place death, considering what gender thou art, if thou get stuck and any of my kinsmen find thee here.

With KY Warming Gel did I enter these walls, for fleshy limits cannot hold lube out, and what lube can do, that dares lube attempt. Therefore, thy vagina nor thy kinsmen are a stop to me.

Quiet! If they do see thee, they will tell thy parents.

I have thy favorite blankey to hide me from their eyes, and but thou love me let them find me here. My social life were better ended by their hate, than death prorogued, wanting of thy fucking.