When I think of the word “ecstasy,” I think of a convicted criminal, accused for killing several women, sitting in Death-row, waiting to be executed.

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.

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  • Judy Sheldon-Walker on Jan 23, 2008

    The depravity of this individual arouses one\’s curiousity, and strikes fear deep within the being. Beautifully and fearfully written.

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