Sometimes the way the castrate them looks really, really painful. And I know it is, but I can't help myself. It's so good. I find it fascinating, don’t you girls? The testicles, these two balls so sensitive, right there, so vulnerable, at the mercy of the most fragile and delicate hands.
These little eggs teeming with life, in constant activity, placed on my tongue, on my lips, which I take in the warmth of my mouth, and like valiant little worker ants produce this seed, this nectar which makes my existence so intense...