Sometimes I watch Games of Thrones and I wish I was a sponge on the side daenery stormborn's bath tub. She'd pick me up, dip me in that warm water and massage me across her breasts. I'd get soap buds all over them, they're like my little semen men, as I go to to and fro, playfully flicking the nipples. Then, with both hands, she would hold me up above her head and wring me out as all my essence drips over her waiting face and lips. Her eyes dart from side to side. Alone. She thinks. I hold my breath. She takes me under. What's this? Its the sweet nectar of life. The moan she makes echoes as only a bathroom does. Don't worry Danery's I can hold my breath longer.