This is the monologue of such a man:

“Hi There Friends and foes,

I am here today to speak to you about Ecstasy. Are you as ecstatic as I am to see you people? Would I qualify for a vision of ecstasy for some lovelorn virgin? Do I look like a puff of white smoke curling up, to the ceiling from the nostrils of an ecstatic ecstasy addict?

With all the beauty that life has to offer each one of us, we do tend to get side-tracked as we all go out to the devious business of living. Some live to attend to the needs of others, while others tend to be attended to by others. Some young lovers feel that they are the only ones to experience the feelings of love and ecstasy. While there are the old seasoned veterans in the scorching fields of lust and passion who feel that they are growing old to fast and need to hold onto their ecstatic passion before they fizzle out in the middle of a passionate interlude.

There were a number of women who attracted my attention and who I have helped reached the highest pinnacles of ecstasy and they were definitely higher than the Appalachians and the Himalayas. The feelings of lust and desire were as hot as the lava spewing out of an erupting volcano.

The wants of the passions of my unquenchable desires were aroused and led by the moments of sexual union to a level which the sages of the Himalayas could only aspire for. Forget the handbook of sex the “Kamasutra” and wake up to the ferocious passions of a man hungry with the lust for sex and the chase for the ecstasy of love, and dangerous sex.

Here I sit on a metal chair and look over the times of my life when passion and sex were everything. The intense pleasant experience of ecstasy is different for different people I guess. The nerd would get a high at looking at an old library book. The music fan gets a high on the latest cock crowing over the airwaves. The artist gets ecstatic over the nudes in his studio, while the photographer gets high on the newest model in his late night photo-shoot.

Give me a moment of ecstasy with your smooth curves and voluptuous body, give me a high so that I can see all the sights on my ecstasy jaunt. Give me the look of passion, and give me the taste of all the sex my mortal mind can handle and I will fulfil all your wildest dreams and take you on the sweet waves of the raw sex drives that seethe within me and just wait for you to uncover all the rage of the sexual turmoil that I want to hold you and fold you in my sweaty and gripping embrace, as I squeeze all your life out and release you like a wisp of life into the pinnacle of your passions.

But, you still refuse me and so I have no alternative but to take you with force and lead you over the precipice into the never-ending chasm of death. There have been so many of you that I do not remember any more of all the bitterness which I feel in my ecstatic moments of dead silence, after the thrills of the passion of my sexual desires are over and done with. Alas, you are now far from all the passions on the planet.

As your body vibrates against mine, I feel all your pulsing life and then I know that you are mine and I feel the beast within me rise to the moment, and then I lose all control and I become someone I dare not speak about.

The love the passion and the sex can never be the same but, now that I have lost all my control, I take you to the heights of passion and I feel all the passion, the lust and there is no place to love, there was never any place for love.

The chair beneath me feels so hard as I sit here and patiently wait, for my executioner to arrive to make me the next lion to the slaughter. I am not afraid to leave this stupid life, I will now sizzle on this chair, with all my lust and my ecstasy.

Now that the end has come and I must leave you decent folks, just remember that we all can experience ecstasy but there is no limit to the time and the place, where we can have our moments of ecstasy, it is a door which you dare not open and which I will not close.

Before I go do not forget that there is a place in the Soul where there is the beast of passion, sex and lust, this is where I dwell and this is where I am King, do not be afraid, be terrified of me, I am also within you, there is a spot for me, to fulfil my ecstasy.

This is the end or is it? Is this the end of an ecstatic life of sex, lust and passion like a barbecued chicken on an electric chair in death-row. “Now, whenever, you think of me, think of ecstasy, see the love the passion and you will see, the ecstasy of being me. Come to me, and I will show you your ecstasy. Come to me and I will deliver you for free, to the realms of my evil desires of ecstasy.”