After a pretty serious tiff last night, we started the day with a good fuck. As I was kissing her afterwards, I whispered into her ear: “I have much more trust in your cunt and my prick than in our brains.” A good fuck is literally good, too. Good for true. This is common knowledge, of course, but distrust in the human brain is much less common. And it deserves all the distrust in the world. The organ of doom.

Addendum I (October 12, 2015)

After yet another tiff last night, which was much more serious than the previous one, we started the day without a fuck, let alone a good one. She had to go to work quite early, and so we only kissed goodbye. Well, we also exchanged vows of love. But now I trust our brains no longer. Enough is enough. I could not imagine that I would wish to talk to my beloved like we did last night ever again. I do not trust our words. I do not trust our ability to understand what either of us is saying. From now on, I will communicate with my beloved like an animal. Only kisses, caresses, cuddles, and pokes will do. For I still trust her cunt and my prick with all my heart.

Addendum II (October 13, 2015)

Last night was entirely different. Tired from a long day at work, my beloved was not eager to talk, either. We went to bed early, because another long day awaited her today. Kisses, caresses, cuddles, and pokes followed without fail. Fuck the brain for good.

Addendum III (October 14, 2015)

“I love you,” I told her as soon as the alarm clock woke us up this morning. She responded in kind. After a quickie, which was crowned by a few orgasms of hers, I whispered into her ear: “Do you understand me?” She mumbled that she did. “Your cunt and my prick understand each other much better than we do,” I continued. She nodded sheepishly. And then we got up, for it was time for her to go to work. “I love you,” I kept repeating whenever we bumped into each other in and out of the bathroom. I can only hope that our tiffs are history by now.