The Meaning of Life—Official

To have some little excitement, well, you have to have a Little Fever.
A Little Fever goes a long, long way, though. Long enough for him. And he has Two.
They both seem to want a piece of little him, so why not?
Let them work out who gets what, when and who sleeps where. He doesn’t mind.
All life is about...easy orgasms, many as possible. And, if you are fortunate, a gentle death in the night.
And how does he know this? In mid-orgasm he does not ask where he is, or where he is going, or why. He knows. He is, just is. Jolted into pleasurably being, knowing this is where he wants to be.
Life is as many easy orgasms as you can have, and then you die—and if you are very fortunate, you die fucking.