This is a fictional story told by Max J. Clayton.

What is it about a king or a queen that drives them insane?

The queen of my universe, meaning I’d have to a king. Fuck that noise.

If anything I’m a jester and happy to be.

The Jester King.

What if we the king was the jester?

Telling the king through jokes what he should do. What if the king was just some dude pretending?

This is what I think about, I get why women aren’t beating down my door. 

Fuck kings and fuck queens, and for that matter fuck everyone on this planet, I wish I could, the feeding would be insane. 

I need to a stump buster. More than ten years and one, one night stand would fuck it all to hell.

I don’t know if I could do it.  Ten years of not riding a bike, sex ain’t no bike. What I lost it?

What if she wasn’t cumming, that’s how I feed.

Fuck it, I’m not going to have a one night stand, two nights.

Who in the blue holy fuck do I think I am?

I’d fuck for two nights and I’d be hungry, and I’d stay for 3, and then a 1 year.

Oh well, it was a thought.

Not a good one.

But….