What a Day...

Whenever a reasonably big burden that has kept one’s head buzzing with bloodlust is lifted, the thirst for some untamed prowling through the night just tend to get too much to bear.

It’s like an itch nothing can scratch, except for the warm and orgasmic sensation of the prowl and the stalking and the little prey’s gasp of unsuspecting excitement.

They all like the surprise, don’t they?

Still, it can all become mediocre, when one doesn’t have the adequate aural companion for the nightly exercise.

That would be such a shame