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***** Twice upon a time, there were two balls. Now and forever more, there are no balls. He's happy. She's happy. Even the severed balls bobbing in her lava lamp seem happy. ***** Judy Jamaieson loves making love. That gives us a quick mental picture -- each of our pictures varying slightly based on our own experiences and on each of our own definitions of "making love." Because of Judy's own experiences, her definition of making love is likely light-years ahead of any of our definitions. Judy's love is warped at warp speed, while ours is mostly 55 mph highway, 65 mph interstate. So, there's a big, big difference between Judy and us. If she had to pick a point where her definition of love making began to evolve, it would be the day she returned home from Junior High and found her mother (only thirteen years her senior and a stripper by trade) licking the bare and bald pussy of one of Judy's girl friends. Judy's little, but well-developed, friend had been stripped naked and laid on her back on the kitchen table. Judy's mother appeared to be having young female genitals for lunch. Maybe dessert would be more accurate, because of the copious amounts of whipped cream that J's mother was sucking off J's friend's cunt. This scene did not particularly surprise Judy, as she was quite accustomed to her mom's kinkly lifestyle. But, it was the first time Judy had seen her friend up close and naked, and she was surprised by the new tingle she was feeling between her legs. Usually when Judy's mother was in the throes of cunt-lapping or cock-sucking or whatever else type of erotic passion she had going on practically all the time, she was in her own zone and Judy effectively did not exist. This time, however, when Judy entered, her mother immediately towelled off the cute little creamed clit she had been licking and told Judy it was time for her "homework." She had Judy sit in a chair between her friend's spread legs. Her mother had Judy look closely as she pointed out the anatomical delights of her friend's pulsing pubic area. "Do you know what this is?" she asked, for example, when the end of her yardstick indicated the pretty little clit. ... Well you get the picture almost as well as Judy got the picture. And this marked the time when Judy began to learn that sex and love, as defined by her mother and genetically shared by her, form the Key to the Universe. Little clits are little keys that unlock galaxies of radiance. Pussies, clits, etc. were studied for years before Judy was introduced by her mother to non-female genitals, to The Cock and The Balls. This began in a familiar way, when Judy returned one day from High School. A really-hung black stud was in the familiar on-back naked-on-kitchen-table position that was the lab bench for Judy's lessons in sex. "Do you know what this is?" her mother asked as the well-used yard stick poked against a Saturn V moon rocket in Darth Vader colors pointing at the ceiling fan. There was a beautiful throbbing nose cone, which seemed to be breathing or leaking a little liquid oxyen from the overflow hole. There was the hugh single-stage booster hard as titanium. Then there was the launch pad of a cleanly-shaved large pillow of ebony which obviously was stuffed, nearly over-stuffed, with cute little (actually quite large) football-shaped jelly beans -- but these beans were alive and looked a lot more scrumptuous than any sugar substance Judy ever ingested. Judy did not know what "it" was. But she was a fast learner. And she had the Saturn V to lift off with her oral count-down in T-minus 10 seconds. And the damn thing even supplied its own whipped cream, again tastier than any sugar substance. With A's in the after-school anatomy lessons taught by her mother, Judy was ready to be pushed out of the nest. Her mother rightfully thought the next phase had to be learned by doing. She sensed Judy would do A-work on this project too, because she saw the glow in her daughter's eyes as she kissed and fondled her first scrotum-pillow launch pad. Indeed, Judy did independently and quickly develop a unique A-plus style of castration seduction. ***** Three years later, and the Judy-Mother tag-team-for-testicles is still seducing and severing balls. Their erotic lava lamp business is thriving. There are hundreds of eunuchs walking Springfield still in the erotic daze from the day they begged for their nuts to be taken by Judy and her mother. That old kitchen table had a solar system full of Satrun V moon rockets with thier puffy-pillow launching pads soon nicely modified. And tell me, is there a man in the whole world who would not give his left nut to be able to give all his nuts to Judy and her mother? Of course not. Unless, of course, you count those already de-balled, who would, in theory, love to have another left nut left to give to give their nuts again. However, Judy and her mother are happy to exist in a Newtonian universe and don't yet need to get into the sub-atomic physics it would take to regenerate a eunuch's nuts. And anyhow, what the fuck would be the point? A eunuch de-nutted is no longer an unhappy nutty person. Nuts given independence never want to live in slavery again. And Judy, her mother, and their erotic lava lamp designs are now part of the honored Tiffany Collection. Check out the lastest catalog. Blue balls in the blue box -- an expensive gift, but the only gift to give if you want to introduce someone to the real definition of making love. These lava lamps are THE SECRET to great eruptions. Buy one for your boyfriend or husband. Let him erupt and erupt and erupt. Then it's time for him to service you. What will get you out of orbit erotically will be a special-made lava lamp of your own. Just call Judy and her mother (by contract, you have to go through Tiffany's) and they will send you instructions for the castration seduction your boyfriend or husband needs from you Then you will get what you need from him. Following the easy steps Judy and her mother lay out, you will soon have your boyfriend, or husband, begging to be de-balled -- and completely willing and anxious to pay for, and supply the critical parts for, your custom lava lamp. ***** The announcer practices your countdown. Testes. Testes, one, two. Check, check. Then: Three, Two, One, Balls-Off Blastoff! ***** ***** ***** ***** The Erotic Collection of Castratrix Classy Bitch are found exclusively at eunuch.org -- check index by author.
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