I'm not actually kidding!
Jeff Jones let out a soft whimper, the only thing he could do, while he and Pat were on the floor. The room was dirty, just like Jeff’s thoughts. Very dirty. His blow-up bulb was thrown to the side, and Hobans goblin grinned its face into the dark hole of demise. Over their moaning could you only possibly hear the drip of white liquid that escaped the brown coffee table besides the two men. Jeff took notice to the aroma that surrounded him. It was sharp, and especially salty.
Hoban thrusted and thrusted but to no avail. Jones could not feel anything, while he entered the mind numbing high of his fantasies, created by the outer gods themselves. In this state he felt nothing, yet, absolutely everything. His body zoomed through space, the burning abyss, Frozen mirrors, and screams of pleasure. Every cell in his body longed to stay like this forever; to never wake up.
Suddenly, he awoke. “Jeff, you spilled the paint all over these cards. I spent an hour thrusting this brush onto upstart goblin.”
“Who’s idea was it to mix dark hole and upstart goblin pat?” Patrick smiled, eyes wide. His lips sucked the recklessness around his moustache as he formed words. They were soft and erotic.