When I say hard, I don't usually mean between my legs. Sometimes, not just sometimes; I must say what holds true for me, often life gets hard. And like a hard long dick hanging between two legs, it starts to fuck me. May be it derives its pleasures out of this. And when it is done, it drenches me in its load. Mostly it takes small eternities to wipe off the stuff and get afresh again. Ready again to be fucked.
I wonder if we are made that way and for that purpose. To get our tight asses succumb to the pleasure of life's hard dick. My question may be useless and meaningless. But my question is why.........Why does it have to be so hard? Well....what? I say everything. Why does everything has to be so hard?
If I list the things that make up the odds for the suitability and ease of life, they damn sum up so wrong. Taking birth is hard, giving birth is hard, sometimes, the damn process of forming the conditions for birth is hard, many times, the seed planting in the form of intercoursial sex is hard. Life is fucking hard. Managing relationships is hard, letting them go may be even harder. Why is life a balancing act on a tight rope across a valley of death, misfortune and all that is deemed evil. One dis-balanced step, and you fell. And that too, when the destination is uncertain. It doesn't end until you fall. The rope is unending.
